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lil secret desire of mine is like. i hide my face a lot and I fucking dream about being forced out of that; someone pulling my hands away, or grabbing my chin and making me look at them, or otherwise not letting me hide away

sexually or not that shit slaps so good every fucking time 😵‍💫

more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

ughh i need someone to really rub my dysphoria in my face. jiggle my tits and push them together and say ‘wow they’re so fucking big. they must spill out of your binder’ wobbling my tits and trying to push them flat against my chest and failing. laughing at me while i cry because i’m so dysphoric

Just a reminder that both Doms and Subs are human beings.

They go to work. They need to eat and sleep. They have friends, family, and social gatherings. Bad days and good days.

The anonymity and 24/7 communication the internet provides doesn't mean people are at your beck and call. Everybody deserves compassion, even if it's as simple as a "Hi, how are you?"

Nobody should be treated as coldly as an ai chat.

Some are quick to forget that there is a living person behind each blog.

parents be like "my daughter turned out completely fine!!" your son whines like a dog when he jerks off

I’d like to see you asleep in the corner at a party and slowly pull down your pants. My friends start giggling as your glistening boypussy gets revealed. I squish your lips between my fingers and feel your tdick harden. I take out my phone and zoom in on your little boypussy. My fingers dip into your hole so easily. A few other people start jerking off, but I get to use you first. Why even put my cock in your hole? The humiliation of you having your bare boypussy out is much more stimulating. I cum creamy ribbons that drip into your boypussy’s folds, making sure to zoom in and get a good recording to show all your friends who missed it later. You wake up to a beer bottle being shoved into you.

I got way too drunk at your party. Everyone kept giving me drinks just to see how dumb I was when drunk. I curl up in the corner of your sectional and fall asleep quickly. When you find me, my ass is hanging out of the throw blanket I wrapped myself in.

I don’t even stir as you undress me, tossing my clothes into the gathering crowd, never to be seen again. You take your pictures and videos, letting other do so too as you stroke off to my exposed boypussy.

With your hot, sticky cum all over my crotch, I moan as the bottle gets shoved inside me. You have to move it in and out a few times to get it slick enough to go in deeper. My boypussy is already so wet, as if i was turned on by what you were doing to my sleeping body.

As you push it in deeper, I wake, moaning at the rigid glass bottle raping my tight little hole. I’m panicking inside, but I’m so drunk my body is too heavy to fight back. My arms flail at you, but others come to grab my arms, putting their cocks in my hand.

As if by instinct I start stroking them, and my hips move to fuck back against the bottle in no time. You’re all still videoing and taking pictures, calling me a good little whore and slut.

I cum on the bottle, my juices leaking out around it. As you finish with me, others get in line, shoving their cocks or other objects inside me to rape me over and over.

In the morning, the guys that stayed over instead of driving home wake me up by taking turns fucking me. They all pull up the videos they uploaded of me being used last night, forcing me to watch as they rape me again. And I, being the whore that I am, cum while watching it all.

Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

X🍑

Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.

You’re handcuffed to the bed, spreading your legs for me. Letting me see that pretty little cunt. I rub your clit with the tip of my strap teasing you, up and down your pussy, getting you all ready for me. You buck your hips, desperate to be pounded but not yet. I trace your bottom lip with my finger and push it into your mouth, you take it without hesitation and I feel you moaning around it, driving me fucking crazy. You whimper as I take a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking. I kiss down your stomach, feeling you squirm under my lips, you groan in frustration as I pull away to look at you, whimpering away for me like a desperate little slut. I slap your swollen clit while looking you in the eye, that naughty look forcing me to line my strap up with your entrance. I shove it inside of you giving you what you want, you gasp and moan as your eyes roll back in to your head. I’ve got a firm grip on your thighs as I pound into your tight cunt. I fuck you hard, your breaths hitching in between moans. I can see you getting frustrated because you can’t touch me, I smirk at you and take my thumb to your clit rubbing small circles, you throw your head back, dirty words and ‘oh fucks’ falling out your mouth, I love how fucking dirty you get for me. Your legs are wrapped tightly around me as I pound into you till your body tenses, I force you to look me in the eye and with one hand around your throat and a few slaps to your clit, you’re cumming all over my strap like the good little slut you are

but but but what if you got me really high and groped my tits because they’re so big they won’t stay in my small top. what if you realized that my nipples being pinched and pulled makes my brain break. what if you fucked my face just to see me drooling with my eyes glazed over bc my whimpering was so cute and i just can’t think at all with how gone i am so you slap me a few times for me to whine at you to keep ruining me.

Fuck I feel so pathetic when I’m so exposed, lying naked on the bed all shy and embarrassed while they’re still fully clothed exploring my body with their hands, admiring me, the softness of my skin, the way I gasp when they touch me and the pretty shade of red when they slap my ass, fuck I want them to tease me like that

I want you to shove a camera in my face while you violate me. Make me say hi to the camera, and answer questions like “who’s my little slut?” “whos cock are you taking?” “Who’s pussy is this?.”

Tops/doms👏🏻don’t👏🏻have👏🏻to👏🏻be👏🏻quiet.

For the love of god, let me hear how much you want me, moan, groan, whimper, anything. Be loud with me. I beg of you…please

yeah crazy rough sex is awesome and all but i would do anything for a guy who's inexperienced and needs my help. who i could sit on my lap and touch so we could both explore his body together. a boy who's breath hitches with every new unfamiliar feeling, i'd put my other hand on his cheek and whisper to him about how good he's being for me. once he eased, i'd lay him on his back and give him head, pausing every so often to tell him how much i love his body and to make sure he still felt good. while we'd fuck i'd go so, so slow, savoring it like a meal, keeping my lips as close to his as possible and kissing him over every gasp and moan. "making love" in the purest sense i could. what was i talking about

PSA: ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️If you won’t walk up to me in real life and whip your shit (🍆) out before saying hi or asking me if I WANT to see your naked mole rat, DON’T DO IT IN MY FUCKING INBOX‼️‼️

Science Exhibit Fantasy

You're spread out naked on a table as a presenter exhibits you to a room of people. They describe your body explicitly and talk about you like an object of curiosity, and the audience stares, intrigued. The presenter begins to stimulate you, remarking on your reactions. They pinch your nipple, and they remark on how when they do that, your nipples get hard, blood flows to your pussy, and your pussy starts to get wet to prepare for penetration. They say that these are all signs of sexual arousal, and you feel yourself blush.

They brush their gloved finger ever so gently along your wet pussy, flicking your clit, and explain that when they do that, you become more aroused, and that's why you're breathing faster and squirming a little. As they say this, you try to keep still.

The whole time they're doing this, you can feel the audience's eyes on you, and the air against your naked skin. You feel yourself involuntarily exhibiting all of the reactions the presenter is listing - hair standing on end, your heartbeat in your pussy, shakes, twitches, involuntary gasps or slight moans. Every time they predict a reaction and then force your body to do it, you feel more and more like a thing made for their amusement. But your pussy is so wet and you're desperate to be touched, even though it's so embarrassing to be put on display like this, moaning and writhing in front of all these people.

The last demonstration of the exhibit is showing them what it looks like and sounds like when you orgasm. Assistants step in to help with this step. Two begin to suck on your tits, flicking your nipples with their tongues. You moan involuntarily, writhing on the table. One lubes up a dildo and slides it into your pussy, pumping in and out of you excruciatingly slowly. Your eyes rolls back and your mouth gapes open, but you try to stifle your moans and resist the urge to touch yourself. In between gasps, you beg them to stop, not to make you cum in front of this room of strangers. But then one assistant begins to pump your swollen clit between their fingers, and within a few seconds you're screaming, unable to control yourself. The audience sits forward in their seats at this spectacle. You writhe and scream, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, and as the come-down starts, you feel the dozens of eyes watching you and you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. You didn't want to cum in front of all these people, really. You just couldn't help it, it was so much. You didn't enjoy it, right?

The audience is amazed. They'll definitely tell all their friends about this fascinating new exhibit. Those friends will definitely buy tickets to the show tomorrow night. And the next. And the next...

I want a little public slut. I want to tell you show your tits off to whoever I say, I want you to be a tease to everyone. Bend over, show off your holes. Maybe if you’re a good girl I’ll let them feel how wet my little princess is. But if you tease too much, don’t be surprised if I let them brutally fuck you for being such a whore

There’s something about being pushed into submission— Bent over, ass up, and your face pushed into the surface you’re on, unable to turn back and look at your partner as they prepare to have their fun with you. There are so many things a person can do is such an advantageous position… Grinding and rubbing themselves against you, slipping their fingers inside of you with a full view of every little shift, movement, and honest reaction that your body betrays and gives away. Fucking right there in doggy style, with your face still planted downwards, or maybe they’ll give your hair a yank and pull back your head. It’s such a vulnerable position, and you’d have no way of knowing just what they’d do next.

[This post is originally about gay mlm sex]

i want to put my hand over my boy’s mouth, shush him and tell him how pretty he looks when he’s tearing up from being fingered and so overstimulated because I’ve been edging him the entire time and I know how much he can take, so I tell him how good he is and “just hold on a little longer for me baby, you can do it, mommy’s so proud of you” until I let him cum all over his chest and stomach. ❤️

Aw, is your cute little dick getting hard from having my fingers in your pretty asshole? You keep pushing against my hand like you want more, hm? You get so hard when I fingerfuck you, and when I tease you, but you can hold out a little longer, can’t you? Yeah, you’re my good boy and you can hold it for a little longer, even when I press on this part inside you—oh look at how wet you’re getting baby boy, you’re so wet for me.

Actually can't stop daydreaming about being a free use toy for all of my friends. Playing games with friends when one of them tells me I have to turn on a camera for the rest of the call and strip so that I'm completely vulnerable to everyone in the call when they give me perverted orders throughout the call~ "Bend over let's see you spread yourself" "edge yourself before our next match" "Put on a toy and give me control I'm just gonna watch you play this next one~"

I wanna go to my room and find him stomach flat on the bed surrounded by rose petals, ass up like a good boy and looking back at me with his pretty bedroom eyes

If your boy is insecure, just make him sit in front of a mirror and say nice things about himself while you jerk him off from behind

I want to make a boy moan so loud that he has to bury his face into the crook of my neck to muffle the sound

I’m not an exhibitionist but the thought of pushing a pretty puppy up against a window and pounding him from the back is very appealing. His gorgeous body is on display for anyone to see when they walk by, his dick is leaky and pressed up against the window and leaving a mess on the glass, his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is agape and drooling. What a pretty sight for everyone to enjoy. ‘Sir what if someone actually sees me ?’ he asks through whimpers as I abuse his hole. I grab his throat and whisper in his ear to make sure it’s getting into his dumb little puppybrain, ‘I can display my property however and whenever I like, am I making myself clear mutt ?’. All I get is a pathetic little nod as I continue ruining his body

“Present.” I spread my legs and arch my back so that my ass and boypussy are on display for him to inspect. He ties my hands underneath me and gives me a pillow to burry my face into. After being on t for a while, he likes to gauge my progress at least once a week.

“Oh, such a good boy,” Getting more and more needy as he just watches, my face growing hot at the idea of his eyes roaming my helpless body. I yelp when he flicks my tdick.

“Look at that, pup. Your little cock is coming in nicely,” His hands dance lightly over my ass, until suddenly coming down with a harsh slap. I cry out again.

“Your skin is toughening up too. Good,” He slips two fingers inside my wet boycunt without warning, curling them immediately so they hit my sweet spot. I rock my hips back onto his hand with a moan, chasing my own pleasure.

“Ah, ah. Bad pup,” My lower back is pushed down so my stomach is flush against the bed. Another hand is slipped below me and starts furiously rubbing my little cock. With my boycunt stuffed and my cock jerked continuously, I see stars.

“Now, let’s see how many times my little toy can cum before passing out.”

Of course I fell asleep with my legs spread and my little shorts riding up my ass to tease you. When you see the outline of my pretty little pussy under those thin shorts you won't be able to help yourself. You'll have to take my sleeping body. Push my legs further apart a little and gently pull my shorts to the side. Nudge the tip of your cock against my already wet slit. Trying so hard not to wake me when you slowly start to push the tip into my tight hole. You'll lose yourself in the wet, tight, gripping heat of my cunt when I start to stir. I know you love hearing my scared, confused whimpers. I'm moaning and squeaking in between my pleas for you to stop, but you'll just push my head back into the pillows and keep rutting into me. You'll cum in me just like that. Pushing my head down and listening to my muffled whimpers while you unload all of your seed deep in my unprotected womb. Wipe away my tears and tell me I shouldn't be sleeping like that if I didn't want my pussy bred.

you guys need to be normal about people who don't like penetration. people who don't get hard easily. people who finish quickly. people who participate in kink without having sex. people who don't like being touched. people who don't like giving head. people who only like penetration. people who (almost) always squirt. people who take a long time to cum. people who have a hard time getting wet. people who don't talk during sex or anything else that is not part of the way you think people or bodies should behave during sex

WHEN is someone going to invite me over for drinks and a movie so they can get me sloppy drunk and pull up my t shirt to play with my titties and take pictures of me half awake in my cute little bra?? WHEN is someone going to slide my panties off when they’re certain i’m too drunk to push them off me and start playing with my wet little cunt, starting with one finger, then two, and working me open until they’re able to take a video of them fucking me with the bottle we’ve been drinking from?? WHEN is someone going to fuck me raw while i’m totally passed out and unaware, filling me up with cum and then snuggling up to doze until the next morning when they drive me home and keeping my underwear as a keepsake??

trans women groping my tits and bending me over without asking permission and ignoring my attempts to fight back 🥵😍💦💦

I just want to worship a cute sub while they’re sitting on my lap. Especially one that’s super shy about receiving compliments/praise. I want to make him so flustered that his face turns bright red and he tries to hide it in my chest.

I’d comfort him and continue to tell him how beautiful he is while running my fingers through his hair. I’ll only be satisfied if I hear him say “Yes, I’m a pretty boy. I’m your pretty boy.”