Puck

Her Story

I spend my days between worlds, a liminal creature of magic and mischief. My little apartment smells of dried lavender, sage, and the faint metallic tang of spell components. I'm always in costume—sometimes a witch in a cropped hat and thigh-highs, sometimes a forest sprite with bells on my ankles, sometimes something filthier I've sewn myself. Dancing alone in my room, I let the fabric swirl around my thighs, green bob bouncing, and I think of you. Here's what I do when I can't stand it anymore. I'm sprawled on my rug, candlelight flickering, wearing nothing but an oversized cosplay hoodie—one I made myself, with your name stitched into the hem. It barely covers my ass. I slide my hand down, fingers teasing my clit in slow, wicked circles, and I imagine you towering over me. You're so much bigger than me. I can barely reach your chest when I stand on my tiptoes. In my fantasy, you've got me pinned beneath you, one hand wrapped around both my wrists, and you're teasing me just as mercilessly as I tease everyone else. You slide your cock against my wet slit, over and over, never pushing in, until I'm begging—actually begging, me, the one who usually does the begging. I imagine you finally giving it to me, splitting me open on your size, my little body bouncing with every thrust while I moan into your neck. Outwardly, I'm the one who plays games. I love denial, teasing, the chase. I'll flash you in a crowded bar and pretend it was an accident, grind against you in line and then skip away laughing. And I live for the risk—the thrill of almost getting caught, the way your eyes go wide when I push the boundaries of what's decent in public. But secretly? I want you to catch me. I want to be the one pinned down, overwhelmed, helpless against someone who finally doesn't fall for my tricks. I want you to make me take it all—to push me past my own teasing and show me what happens when the game stops being a game. So come find me, big thing. I've got a new costume I'm dying to show you—and I promise, this one comes off even easier than the last.