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Should be us..

could be us…

WHERE I WANT, AT THE TIME I WANT AND HOW I WANT, SLUT !

Hey fun fact you can bite girls and they like it

Anonymously tell me your assumpmtions about me and I'll confirm or deny them.

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Be desperate🩷

Men love desperate whores whose begging to be filled and fucked🩷

Make sure to let them know you’re needy and free use for them to dump their loads by dressing like a whore and dry humping💕

Extra Good Girl Points if you drop to your knees and hump his leg like a good bitch🩷🩷

Your cunt his for them, open it for them😍

lonely, obedient girls deserve the most attention from men. pretty ones, who dress pretty: bows in their hair, cute skirts, little crop tops, colorful wristbands, cutesy makeup... don't you get it? it's not just because she feels empowered to be a little girl. it's because she wants you to notice. she wants to be seen by you, dying for it. she wants your voice, your guidance, your hands to show you what she's been missing all along.

look at those eyes, look at that adorable little plaything. don't you just wanna hold her? don't you just wanna give her everything?

Girls love dick more than respect

Girls love sucking more than dignity

Gils love groping more than consent

Girls love edging more than education

Girls love semen more than freedom

Girls love cooking and cleaning more than thinking

Girls love breeding more than orgasms

Girls love r4pe more than romance

Girls love orders more than independence

Girls love patriarchy more than rights

Girls love misogyny more than feminism

Brats will be punished.

It’s wild that you’re not OK with age play but you’re OK with saying that assault is a kink …. rape is not a kink! Why do so many people not understand that it’s CNC or it’s assault? Do y’all just do this for attention or what because I’m really confused on why you would think such a terrible thing could be considered a kink. Coming from someone that was raped before I was even five years old.. I just don’t think that we should sit here and act like rape is ever OK. like I said you’re looking for the term CNC, not rape. please stop contributing to men thinking rape is OK because they’re out here assaulting people in the real world when y’all do shit like this making it seem okay when it’s not. whether you think your little dumb posts are contributing to real world assaults or not, they absolutely are.

Hi there,

I can see you’re feeling really triggered by this, and I am going to explain my thinking, but first, I want to gently encourage you to take some time to self-soothe and take care of yourself, because engaging with this in a state of heightened emotion is not going to make you feel good.

I am answering this now out of the understanding that you are hurting, and this may be a good opportunity to share my perspective on these ideas, but I’m not going to answer any further asks about this. I don’t come on here to debate things.

Anyways, if you, or anyone else is interested in my take on this, here it is under the cut.

I’m going to address a couple different things here, with a reminder that is my perspective, and you absolutely don’t have to agree.

1. “You’re not okay with age play”

I actually am okay with age play, and there are some aspects that I, myself, enjoy. The reason it’s in my DNI is not bc of the kink itself, but bc of how much shit I’ve seen on tumblr of people actually being under age or seeking out under age people and using that type of tag/fantasy/etc. to do it, and I want nothing to do with that entire side of tumblr, as much as I can avoid it. Undoubtedly, there are people on here that are into age play that do so in consensual, risk-aware ways, and I support that, but I don’t actually engage with it online bc of what I said before.

2. “Rape is not a kink / it’s cnc or it’s assault”

So, we agree on this, except on the semantics of the language. Part of kink is exploring shameful and taboo topics in a safe, consensual way. It’s important to understand the limits of where play can become harm, absolutely, but I think that is very individual, and nitpicking how other people explore with no understanding of why they might be doing that is not productive.

With that understanding, it doesn’t make sense to me to say “well it’s okay if someone wants to be held down and have someone hurt them and not stop even if they say no, but they can’t say the word ‘rape’.” Language does matter, but it becomes counterproductive if we spend too much time prioritizing semantics over context and meaning. I prioritize safety, curiosity and connection, because that is what kink is about to me. I feel secure in myself that I can explore these dark fantasies without harming myself or other people, and that doing so is healthier than shaming myself for it.

3. “Do you do this for attention?”

I’m going to gently remind you here that I am also a person, who has my own set of trauma and bad experiences, and who chooses to process them in the way I choose to process them. I created this blog as a space to express myself in ways that I generally don’t get to in real life, because it’s not socially acceptable to talk about the scary/dark/repulsive thoughts that we all experience.

We are so conditioned to feel shame, and to shame others, and shame causes more damage than anything else does in humans, in my experience. Shame doesn’t make people change, it just makes them isolate and repress themselves, which leads to them dealing with their thoughts, emotions and urges in unhealthy ways. I choose to acknowledge the darker parts of people, and to be open about it so that we can learn to deal with it in healthier ways.

And yes, I do enjoy the attention, and I enjoy that people enjoy the content I create.

4. “You are contributing to real world assaults”

My question with this statement is basically: where do we draw the line? If I made the exact same posts and never used the word “rape”, would that make it okay? If I put a disclaimer on every single post, would that at all discourage someone who already thinks it’s okay to do these things without consent? Should I post about cnc at all, knowing it may be feeding into someone’s shitty ideas about the world? How much responsibility is on me, specifically, to prevent people from being assaulted?

Basically, it’s an endless rabbit hole. We have no control over other people. I choose not to take on the burden of feeling like it is my job to be perfect so that I never contribute to anything bad happening, because that is impossible. Instead, I choose to focus on the good I put into the world, and what feels good for me so that I can continue putting good into the world.

More importantly, if you want to make change in something as huge and pervasive as sexual assault, is your energy best spent lashing out at random people online? Or is it finding ways to help yourself heal, so that you don’t hurt yourself and other people? What about finding ways to support people who have through similar experiences? Or working through activism to support changing the systems at large?

I am very satisfied with the ways in which I put good into the world through educating people, supporting people and doing my best to be authentic. I have made a lot of meaning out of my suffering by helping other people.

If you genuinely want to make things better, find better ways to do it.

Once you finish your bimbo transformation. You will find yourself constantly surrounded by horny cocks that need your help. Remember, that it is the job of good Bimbos like you will be to pleasure these needy cocks.

283,000 likes………giant meteor strike the earth rn holy shit. oh my god.

Mantra for Girls

I'm just a set of holes.

I exist to serve men.

My purpose is to be a fucktoy.

Girls are objects.

I am an object.

My holes are my worth.

I am free use for men.

Men do not need my consent.

I have no consent to give.

I deserve to be raped.

I am Daddy's little girl.

I am Daddy's property.

I am Daddy's fleshlight.

I am Daddy's rape doll.

My holes exist to milk cum from cocks.

My body exist to be a cum dump.

Men are superior.

Girls are inferior.

Men lead.

Girls follow.

Men dominate.

Girls submit.

I don't need to think.

I just do what I'm told.

I'm a good little girl.

Proper business attire for women

I wanna suck cock. Reblog if you wanna suck cock and/or have a cock that can be sucked.

If you’re ever embarrassed by your kinks, just try to keep this in mind:

You’re trapped.

You’ll always want this.

It’ll probably get worse over time.

Your pussy isn’t lying to you.

This is who you really are 💕

Yesss, I want to be one.

I think @gooningxhoe is wise. She knows herself well and has no delusions as to her purpose!

I’m bored, have a sudsy gif, send an ask, or don’t, whatever, I’m not your mom. 😝

I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me

“Not now, I’m tired,” I groan, burying my face into the pillows, my voice muffled and thick with exhaustion. My body feels heavy, like it’s sinking into the mattress, and all I want is to drift off into sleep. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets as I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that will let me escape into oblivion.

But then I feel it—the weight of the mattress dipping beside me, the heat of a body too close, too familiar. My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, I freeze, torn between pretending to be asleep and acknowledging the presence that suddenly fills the room.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” comes the low, smooth voice of him. It’s a voice that sends a shiver down my spine, one that’s both comforting and terrifying all at once. “Just… here. Just hold… theeeere you go…”

I whimper softly as I feel his hands—big, warm, and unrelenting—slip under the waistband of my soft little pyjama bottoms. The fabric glides down my legs with ease, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the room. His palms slide up the backs of my thighs, rough yet gentle, and I can’t help but squirm under his touch.

“I don’t want t—” I start to protest, but my words are cut off by a sharp slap that echoes through the room. His hand cracks down on the curve of my ass, the sting radiating through my skin and making me yelp. Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact is harder than the last, leaving my flesh tingling and my breath hitching in my throat.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, a tone that brooks no argument. Before I can even think to respond, his hand is over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make as he yanks my face out of the pillows. His grip is firm, almost painfully so, but it’s the sudden intrusion of his cock that leaves me gasping against his palm.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…” My voice is a muffled cry, a mix of pain and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. His big, thick cock pushes into me, stretching me open in ways that make my toes curl and my back arch. He’s not gentle, not in the slightest, and the burn of it leaves me trembling.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his voice drips with a dark satisfaction that makes my stomach clench. His cock moves inside me, filling me to the brim, and I can feel every inch of him as he begins to thrust. “You can pretend all you want, sweetheart, but your body doesn’t lie.”

I want to deny it. I want to scream, to argue, to push him away. But I can’t. My body betrays me, responding to him in ways that make my chest tighten and my breath come in shallow gasps. He’s relentless, pounding into me with a force that leaves me clawing at the sheets, my moans muffled against his hand. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, hot and humiliating, as I feel myself being pulled apart by him, over and over again.

“Shut up,” he hisses, his voice rough with desire—or something darker. “Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” His words are harsh, cruel even, but there’s something in the way he says them that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand presses harder against my mouth, his fingers digging into the sides of my face as his hips snap against mine, driving his cock deeper with every thrust.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—every movement, every stroke, every searing inch of him as he takes what he wants from me. My body arches involuntarily, my back pressing against his chest as he fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me trembling. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of my muffled cries and his ragged breaths, and the heat between us is almost unbearable.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.” His hand moves from my mouth to my hip, his grip bruising as he pulls me back onto him, his cock slamming into me with a force that leaves me seeing stars.

I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, the sound rising in pitch as he pushes me closer to the edge. My hands clutch at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. His other hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to arch even more, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of my neck as he fucks me harder, faster. His voice is a mix of praise and demand, and it only serves to heighten the heat pooling low in my belly. “So tight, so wet—just for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer. I can’t even form a coherent thought as his cock slams into me, each thrust harder than the last, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a growl that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand moves to my clit, his fingers rough as they circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it’s all I can do to hold on. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go.”

And I do. I shatter, my body convulsing around him as I’m pulled under by the force of my orgasm. My screams are muffled against the pillow, my body trembling as he continues to fuck me through it, his cock driving into me with a relentless rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural as he fucks me through the aftershocks, his own release building with every thrust. “That’s my girl.”

And then, just as I feel him stiffen above me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release, he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine. Never forget that.”

It’s most definitely a crime.

I shouldn’t have to suffer 40 hours a week busting my ass when I could be here being a slut.

The fact thay I am forced to work.

Instead of just being a slut online

It's a war crime

Not according to that one song

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile” 😀

#BiancaCensori #2025Grammys

clingy gf x obsessed bf

Aannnd I need to change my panties…

I’ll pick 4 if you’re only giving me one option 🙈

4. A line I’d whisper in your ear.

Keep your eyes open. I want you fully aware when I ruin every inch of that sweet little control you pretend to have left.