Okay Okay I Have A Super Blazed Idea (and Before You Say Nana, Smoking Three Days In Row? I Say: Its

okay okay I have a super blazed idea (and before you say nana, smoking three days in row? I say: it’s cause I’m under fucked!)

you take me on a date. you choose the place and my food and my underwear. we return home and you roll me a pretty joint, help me smoke the whole thing, let me grind against your thighs the whole time.

you undress me and get me on the bed on my tummy all spread out. then you start asking me questions. trivia, of a sort. for the first round, you spank me for every question answered wrong. now mind you, I am stoned and horny and my thoughts are all soft and blurry, so I get a few wrong but that’s okay. You turn me on my back and start eating me out. This round, already more difficult, you bite my clit for every wrong question. I’m already less focused and I make more mistakes. The next round, you stop thrusting inside of me, the round after that I get my nipples clamped or my clit slapped or my throat squeezed or whatever strikes your fancy. Can go on for as long as you have questions prepared or I simply pass out.

Any takers?

I know I am into “cnc” but did we forget the first ‘c’ stands for “CONSENSUAL” ??!! ://

look I’m pretty high right now and I just bit into a cinnamon bread and I think I might believe in god again

someone should eat me out until i'm crying and begging them to stop because i've cum so many times [except i would cry harder if you stopped and i won't let go of your hair so you can't really pull away anyway]

i would give anything to cock warm a guy while we share a joint. His hard cock throbbing inside me as we sloppily make-out inbetween hits.

Unfortunately, my very clear and very explicit boundaries have been overstepped far too many times in my DMs. And no, this is not a case of the few ruining it for the many but rather the many ruining it for the few.

I am genuinely so disappointed because I love interacting with people and I love getting your attention and I like making you guys cum. But so many of you have completely overstepped many of my boundaries that I have always made clear from the start.

No, you are not the exception. No I don’t want to try anal with you, no it’s not just because I haven’t had the right person do it. I don’t want anal because I was anally sexually assaulted when I was a child. I was eight. EIGHT. So no, you are not the exception.

And no, you are not the exception and no, I don’t want to suck your dick, no I don’t want to choke on your cock. I don’t want to suck it because I still feel the phantom pressure of a hand pressing my neck down and the pain of it digging its nails into the skin of my throat. I was a child then too. So again, no, you are not the exception.

Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you feel good about yourself now that you’ve made me say it out loud? Does it turn you on to know that I was continually sexually assaulted from childhood to adolescence to adulthood? Does it get your tip all wet to know that it was my cousin and my father and my friends’ parents and strangers at parties and clients at work and commuters in the train and random men at random beaches?