Is This Too Much To Ask For?

is this too much to ask for?

Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll fuck you louder than all the voices in your head and hold you close to my chest once we’re done.

i’m drinking and i think the perfect thing to pair with it would be a groomer in my messages, asking pervy questions while i mindlessly sip on my cocktail.

(it takes one cocktail to get me my preferred level of drunk and my dm/asks is open)

i want to fuck a professor so bad. i’m not sure i’ve ever told, but i’ve had multiple male professors look at me with “fuck me” eyes. a lot of lingering stares at my thighs and chest. and even a professor helping a ta attempt to “get with me.” so i know i can make this a reality before i graduate, since it’s taken 9 months to realize this…

like damn, i could have totally been their slut right now. like i could be manipulated hard enough to be an in house toy. god, do i want that….

welcome ^-^

Hello, I’m Josie (they/she) and welcome to my account. A bit more about me, which may not be listed otherwise:

Femme Presenting, Vers , Switch 

Afro-latina 

Autistic + OCD

I want to first start off with a disclaimer! This account is primarily based off of intrusive thought-based fantasies. Meaning that a majority of what I will post on this account—I do not practice. These are but ‘fantasies,’ that at times do work as stimuli, but would fall within my hard (and occasionally soft) limits. These kinks fall in line with themes of cnc, fear play, orientation play, nudes are a hard no, and etc. 

With that being said, please refrain from messaging me in strict correlation to these kinks. I am open to talking them over, occasionally, but would rather not engage with them in any capacity. This is simply a place for me to jot down my intrusive thoughts safely and bring them back to my psychiatrist. 

That being said, I am still quite the kinky person-naturally. Kinks that I do absolutely adore would be:

soft domination++++, praise, pet play, dumbification, fauxcest, sadomasochism, primal play (mask+++), intoxication play, mind conditioning, and a huge voice fetish. 

sfw: age regression + caregiver

As for some personal interest, since I would love to make some friends ^ ^ :

• ‘adult’ cartoons, cats, cars, literature and poetry, movies (my letterbox is…questionable), music, ballistic medicine / spirituality

 - Will Update As Needed - 

the depravity in my brain reaches a new level when all i can think about is being owned my an older couple…

it starting off as an unconventional friendship with the wife. she just thought i looked so cute being the counter at the cafe. and the way my features would scrunch up, how i bit my lip and stepped back to hold my chest whenever i got flustered with the amount of orders. it was just all too sweet and innocent…

so of course she started to come by more often. tipping more then needed, and staying behind for chats. it would became so in-betted in my everyday routine that I’d start to crave it. my days just weren’t complete if I didn’t work a shift to see my favorite regular.

eventually all our chatting would lead to mindless flirting. I mean, how could I not when such a friendly smile was thrown my way by such a stunning older woman. older woman were already my weakness, and you’d notice. you’d catch how I’d pay more attention to the milf while she ordered for her family. Or how my eyes would linger a bit lower when an older woman left. really, I was just making it too easy. and you were just too perfect to ignore.

so, why would I ever turn you down when you invited me over for one of those family dinners you’d spoken about. more time with my favorite regular…no, somehow you’d claimed your spot as my favorite person without me even noticing it. even when I had found myself ignoring the second car in the driveway, only focusing on how I’d get to see you…even then I hadn’t really just how control you had over me.

I just followed blindly, wholeheartedly, submissively into your dining room. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but as conversation flowed, I found myself reaching for my flute that seems to never run low. it was hard to even distinguish how far I had gone, when you were so receptive and lively in the conversation. it is just…i can’t think about anything but you. should that have been my sign to leave? or should it have been when I felt hands massaging my back, and never questioned to look up because your eyes had me.

i didn’t think about how i didn’t even get a hello out, but this man—i’d be damn to ask if he’s your husband. i wouldn’t want to know that. so I just nodded along to introductions. I am only focused on you and how your legs revealed from the slit of your ‘casual dress’ as you got up from your chair. I only focused on the feels of your hands on my skin as you guided my unstable legs up your stairs and towards your bedroom. Nevermind the footsteps behind us…all I could see was you…

an abusive and possessive guy friend that doesn’t take no for an answer, or understand personal space, pretty please

it could start off with us meeting online. him already knowing from my profile that i’m a lesbian, so we’d fall into a comfortable routine as friends. we’d text non-stop, facetime all through the night, and give each other advice. it would feel like i’m i’d finally found a male figure in my life that i can trust to be myself around authentically. i’d always feel so safe around him. and he would feel the same, but then he’s start to vie my comfort differently...

the morning and goodnight text would start to become required no matter what I had going on personally. if i’d ‘ignore his calls’ he’d assume i’m trying to cut him off, and start to become highly manipulative. even his gaze would linger too long on my chest whenever i’d forget to wear a bra on cam.

our time together would become strained…maybe I’d call it out at first. making jokes that suddenly turn into real accusations. but they wouldn’t be ‘accusations’ now would they? because, he’d pull back. get into my good graces, plan to finally meet up and it would suddenly all become so clear.

holding onto me during our day time “friend-dates.” offering to drive me around just so he’d always know where i was and when. and finally, on one faithful night out when I was getting a bit too close to another girl…he’d demand my full attention. making up a reason for us to leave and for me to watch over him through the night. swearing that he just needed me there for him.

but as soon as night fell, he’d move to execute a way to completely nullify my protest. something that would leave me with a piece of him…