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Deeply sensual, immersive, and unapologetically erotic storytelling, I bring desire to life through words. My writing is raw attraction, intimate tension, and the kind of physical chemistry that lingers long after the last sentence
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New clip from my latest story.

Come sit your pretty little ass on my lap and ruin yourself on me. Take every inch like the desperate little thing I know you are—let me feel you tremble, let me hear you beg. And this isn’t a request… it’s a command. Now be a good girl and show me just how reckless you can be.

What’s it going to be?

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That’s my good girl… keep cumming for me, just like that. My little treat—so sweet, so eager. You’re mine.

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If she eats a Snickers bar upside down… yeah, she does that thing you like.

Tilt her head back over the edge of the bed, let her throat welcome every inch, slow and deep—until pleasure turns into a delicious ache she’ll feel long after.

The way you squirt—raw, unrestrained—makes me unravel, but I’m not done. I want more. I want to break you open, push you past your limits, make you surrender completely. You are my playground, and I intend to play until you can’t take anymore… and then some.

The way these posts tease, dripping with heat, leaving just enough to crave more… the precum of anticipation is undeniable.

Pull it from her wet, aching mouth, her lips swollen, breath heavy with need. Watch as she gasps, eyes locked on yours, waiting—no, begging—for the reward she’s earned. Then give it to her, warm and dripping, painting her bare skin in the proof of your control.

I’m not daddy, nor will you call me such. I am sir—the one who commands your attention, demands your respect. You follow my direction, not because you have to, but because you want to. Discipline is expected, obedience is earned… and only the deserving are ever rewarded.

Sometimes, you just need to take her—rough, selfish, spilling every ounce of your stress into her body. No words, no gentleness, just raw need. And that’s okay. But later… later, you drag her back in, pin her down, and make her feel every bit of the gratitude she deserves.

Engagement here is atrocious, at least the pictures are good.

How long can you handle the ache before giving in—teasing, trembling, right on the edge, begging for release but making yourself wait just a little longer?