He Just Broke Up With Me

ohhh guys the misogyny fantasies that ovulation makes me think about…

waitress fantasy where he’s sitting wide legged at his own table eating breakfast and reading the paper, and he keeps requesting coffee refills. i do it every time even though he’s far surpassed the maximum amount because whenever he asks for a new cup he says “be a doll and do your job, honey” and lands a firm slap on my ass as i turn towards the kitchen. if he comes in one morning and my shirt’s buttoned up too far for him he’ll unbutton it until he can see the top of my bra and ask me if i’m really dumb enough to think that i get tips because im a good waitress. i get 10x more when i look like a slut. he tips me too—shoves dollars between my tits on his way out and pats my cheek, saying that my service was good but that next shift i should spend less time reapplying my lip gloss and more time getting his hash-browns to the table while they’re still hot. sometimes he spills a few drops of coffee on the tile floor on purpose so he can watch me dutifully bend to wipe it up, no choice but to flash my ass at him when my too-short diner dress rides up. sometimes when he catches me staring at him he’ll beckon me over and pat me down onto his lap. i blush and tell him i have to work but i always go the extra mile for my favorite customer so i let him grind his hard cock up onto my ass and pretend he’s showing me something in the newspaper while he grunts “sweetheart you really oughta find a man to take care of you, look what happens to wayward girls like you.”

godddd i need someone to tie me up and use my stupid holess!!

Women should be feminine again.

•Learn about serving men rather questioning them.

•Never say 'No' to anything he says.

•Do exactly how he instructs/orders.

•Accept inferiority in yourself.

•Please him.

•Accept the fact that you need men's approval.

please force my legs open and force me to look at my cunt and force me to degrade myself for your pleasure and force me to edge my clit and force me to whine when you tell me to stop and force your cock into me and force your cum into my womb.

force me.

i bet you fuck dogs. 😂 same thing as fucking a male.

hi honeyy!! this is a kink blog!!! hope this helps 💞

sugar def just made it to my top

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being a stupid whore is soo much fun!! too many feminists think being a slut is wrong, but how can something that feels so good be wrong??

Add edging in front of a full body mirror, wearing a aheago face, and blasting some goonette porn into your ears will enhance your edging sessions.

Switch the aheago with a gag(my favorite is a ring gag) and watch your pretty tities get covered in drool.

Switch the porn to Hyonosis if you want that hypnosis message pushed deeper into your brain.

Switch the mirror for a camera that's recording to get that nice little edge of 'am I really doing this?' Type of excitement. You don't need to post it but the rush from that idea should help you edge better.

Hope you like the ideas.

ive never touched myself in front of a mirror or a camera before.. do you think ill get shy? 😣

i love listening to hypnosis porn and getting pushed deeper into a bimbo!!

i love these ideas! thank you so muchhh!!

being a public fucktoy vs being a personal fucktoy

being shown off by one person vs showing off yourself

being fucked and molded by one cock vs being gaped and bred by hundreds

being tugged at and punished vs abused and fucked!!

Making plans to go out to the mall with you, letting you know that I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up. When I get there and knock on the door, however, you greet me in a crop top with your tits peeking out from underneath and a short skirt. You dismiss my surprise, telling me that it’s summer time and it’s just soooo hot outside, you don’t have anything better to wear to beat the heat. As you walk past me to my car though, you do catch a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, knowing my thoughts were immediately of dragging you into your house and tearing those slutty clothes off of you.

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

If you make a mess on my car seats on the way home, you know you’re going to get punished again.