An Important Distinction

An Important Distinction

You don’t think with your cunt, do you?

“N-no, I… I….”

Of course you don’t. Only stupid, whimpering little sluts think with their cunts. Are you a stupid, whimpering little slut?

“No. No, I… I’m not a. A, um, a s-stupid, whuh, whimpering little s-slut.”

Of course you’re not. You’re not controlled by your cunt. It doesn’t do the thinking for you.

“No, I… I’m not controlled by my… by my cunt. It… oh, fuck… it doesn’t do the thinking for me.”

Of course not. If you thought with your cunt, you’d be spending all your time masturbating yourself like some kind of horny, needy bitch in heat. You’d be helpless to control your urges. You’d constantly pleasure yourself every chance you got. We both know you’re not like that, don’t we?

“Y-yes, I… I mean no, I… um. I don’t, um, I mean I’m not, I… I’m not that. That thing you said just now. I’m not any of that. P-please, I–”

Because you don’t think with your cunt.

“Because I don’t think… with my cunt.”

No. Of course you don’t. You’re a good girl, and you think with MY cunt. And what is my cunt telling you to do right now, pretty pet?

“…to lick. Please, please, may I–”

You may. Good girl.

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Reblog this if your self respect completely dissipates when your pussy gets wet, suddenly you have no dignity and will do anything to cum.

“im doing this because i love you” works on me btw

*creampie kink but no babies*

Stockholm syndrome is soooo hot. Your hands on me hurt me so much. I live in fear of what you do to me. I flinch from just the sound of your voice. But you’re also the only person I trust. I can’t help but go to you for comfort and advice. I cling to you when I’m afraid, even when you’re what I’m afraid of.

older brother who rapes me while his friends are in a call with him so they can jerk off to the sounds of me screaming and crying