End Of Summer By Baby-ash Featuring Canvas Shoes

There's something about different monsters fucking you in their own way that just makes me drool

Werewolves being aggressive and rough and leaving scratch marks all over you, knotting inside you and slowly getting more and more affectionate. Nudging and nuzzling your neck while they leave little licks across your body where they hurt you.

Vampires being obsessed with biting you and marking you up as theirs. Pinning your arms down as they take the time to enjoy how warm you are and the noises you make. Writing words into your skin with your own blood to claim you.

Tentacle monsters treating you like a glorified toy and just shoving their appendages into your holes when they wanna get off. Carrying you around completely naked, petting your hair, and fixing a pretty collar to your neck so everyone knows you belong to them.

Demons coming into your room and tearing all your clothes off to fuck you, whether you like it or not, cause they had a rough day. Choking you to watch you squirm under their grip. Calling you every derogatory name they can think and spitting in your mouth.

I think I would love to be one of those glory hole girls.

Not being able to see who's using me for their own pleasure . Losing count of how many people fuck me. Anticipation making my pussy wet to serve whoever is next.

If only he would tell me to do this 😩

Like this if you want me balls deep inside you calling you my good pretty slut & talking nasty in your ear while you keep cockwarming me

Periodic reminder that it's perfectly normal to be turned on by fantasies that you dont want to try in real life

“You looked at me like you were scared that if you looked away, even for one second, that I would disappear but baby there is no reason to be scared, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

-Day 454

Imagine being pinned to the ground of the hallway, you’ve barely made it through the front door before you’re pushed to the floor as your Dom scrambles to rip off your clothes. Their hands frantic as rage fills their eyes. As your clothes are ripped from your body your Dom’s mouth latches onto any piece of flesh sucking the skin or biting it. Each more painful than the last as your writhe underneath them.

Their rough hands find you soaking wet as they bite your neck earning a whine from you. They have no regard for how you feel as they work their trousers down their legs before pushing straight inside you, their moans echoing in your ear as you moan beneath them. Being used as they see fit as the mark every inch of your skin demanding you to remind them who you belong to

What is Primal Play?

Primal has various descriptions and meanings from the primal play community as a whole. Each rank also tends to mean different things or behaviors for many other primal play individuals or they do not believe in ranks at all. The biggest misunderstanding that I’ve seen about primal play is that it’s always animal play. That’s not true. I would classify animal play under the umbrella of being “primal.” But you don’t have to be animalistic at all to tap into your primal side. Many people have trouble acting on their instincts in bed. They’re too concerned with protocol. They frequently overthink and find themselves unable to relax. The resulting sex is often awkward and stilted. Acting on instinct is a very powerful thing. We reject the “shoulds” in favor of raw emotion and physical desire. Raw instinct can be rough, and it’s not for the faint of heart for when it does. It’s also not for partners who haven’t established the foundation of trust necessary for such an intense experience with their Alphas/Hunters/Predators etc. For some folks it’s wrestling, hair pulling, biting, nipping, or guttural/growling/mewling/chirping like sounds. For others, it’s laughter, tears, body-to-body massage, mutual masturbation, or licking each other everywhere. Power play, chasing, hunting down each other either one on one or as a pack or group establishment. It’s free from shame. It’s joy. And I don’t think there’s anything else in the world quite like it. The main types of play play in behavior is hair pulling, clawing, biting, scratching, hickies, scent marking (rubbing your faces against the other person to get your perfume/natural scent on them, if your into water play using fluids ,not everyone does this, or sharing your perfume/cologne with others to 'wear their' scents on your clothing or body. Other types are power displays by stalking, hunting, chasing down, wrestling till submission or who can be worn out first into submission, providing their strength that they are the best for that person (this often comes out during breeding kinks).

I would like to experience something I usually like to call "continued misfortune".

I want someone to use me in public to satisfy themselves and then abandon me, naked and too fucked out to move, for any random passerby to use me just as I'm starting to be able to get back up. I want people to watch me be made into a toy for people to get themselves off, no matter their gender, and instead of calling for help, they'll just continue to use me like I deserve.

I wanna leave a nice and big trail of cum that any monster can follow into the woods, so just as I think the delicious humiliation and the staring and whispering, all the giggling and the hands running over my body and plunging fingers into me stop, something big knocks me down and holds me against the ground so hard I can't move and I get all scratched up, like the used and abandoned toy I was made to be.

And while I'm barely capable of stringing even two words together to beg, whether to stop or to be ruined completely, my breath will be stolen by a huge cock or tentacles.

I want to be used by the Monster and pushed close to insanity, too fucked silly and blissful to realize what's going on anymore, so I can only scream and drool as I'm taken on th experience of a lifetime.

I'll wake up feeling sticky and gross, all covered in cum from men, women and monsters, and feeling something thump into me, tucked nice and tight in my belly, and when my hands go down to investigate, is when the pleasure hits me, as a new monster uses me in my sleep to carry it's spawn. The orgasm that wakes me all the way up would be so deliciously sudden that it would have me screaming praises to my current lover, toes curling as I scramble to grab anything my hands can reach while I'm shaking so badly my limbs become useless.

I'll be left alone for a while, after that, so I can check myself, and realize I'm carrying so many eggs, of so many different kinds, that I can barely walk at all. Every step makes the eggs twitch inside me, and they press against spots that I never knew could feel good, so even as I'm stumbling out of the forest, I have my fingers in me, looking like all slutty as I try to walk home swollen with eggs, sticky with cum, and playing with myself without noticing it.

Just as I'm getting home, someone will bend me over a parked car and fuck my throat, and then leave me there to experience another round of strangers using me for their pleasure, telling how stupid I am, for letting the monsters use me as a brood mother, how pretty I look being made to take their lust and have to hold on for dear life as I'm fucked through countless orgasms, until it feels like I won't be able to cum anymore, and then they draw another orgasm out of me.

I'll have to stumble home with cum and eggs falling out of me, until my new babies catch up to me as they escape their eggs, and I'm swarmed by the little monsters who want to either clean up Mommy, or use Mommy like I've been used until now.

Maybe I get to keep a certain monstrosity in myself, so I have to go around getting bent over any random bench or parked car and fucked by strangers and neighbors, like I also need to eat.

And instead of going tow Kirk as usual, i get to wear the tiniest skirts and mesh tops that barely cover anything, so I can get to my new post as the communal slut. I could be bouncing on a nice dick one moment, and the next I'm crawling under a desk to eat a pretty pussy that I'm being ordered to please. Maybe, if I'm good enough, I get to fuck someone, instead of always being the one getting fucked. I could break in the new sluts, get them all nice and pretty, and then go around ensuring they know what it feels like to be used no matter what you say you want. The rest of the office get to watch as I make their make up run with tears, and they beg for more, to be left used and marked up with bites and bruises from my hands holding them in place. And when I'm done, I'm pushed under the nearest skirt, so I can put my tongue to work, like the slut I should've always been.

And at the end of the day, I'll go back to that forest, and scream myself stupid as I get myself swollen with eggs and Monster cum again, stumbling back out all bitten and scratched, bruised by hands and tentacles. I'll sleep in my own home less, and more in any stranger's bed, as they get me as their sloppy little slut for the night.

It won't ever stop. It's not like I have a choice. I'm a good little slut, and everyone already knows I'm free for the taking whenever, so why should I try to make them stop? :)

Holy shit! This is... you got pretty much everything in here. This is wild! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule of being used and abused to write up this sexy fucking novella for us!

The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig

Men who are soft with you. Who treat you like you’re small and delicate. Who pay attention to what you like and want to make you happy. Who would put you in your place and break you in half.