My Apologies For What Im About To Do To You

“my apologies for what i’m about to do to you”

then it’s the most toe curling, mind blowing, word stealing, primal play scene

psa: m truly not interested in hard domination or degradation from the jump, or at all in terms of degradation. please read my pinned, thank uu

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…

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 - 

bending over in front of open windows around the house bc i know my pretty panties stretch so nicely for the perv across the street xox

realistically, as a virgin ‘goldstar’ lesbian, I couldn't possibly be a size queen. but my mind does wonder…

something about the thought of my eyes wandering down to a print. let’s say the smoke session just happened to turn you on. too much light banter, soft touches, and mindless seduction from my fogged out brain. i wouldn’t notice how my top dips exposing my breast when i reach for the joint. or how my shorts rise enough for your eyes to trace my inner thighs. really i wouldn’t pay attention to much. but when i bend over to take the roach from you, it would be a concern if I didn’t notice that bulge.

i’ve seen bulges before. i mean, i’m known to be an “untouchable tease”, but i’ve never seen one quite as large as yours. so my soft “woah,” that was meant to not be said out loud, had reasoning. but it was a trigger to you, huh? i know it was, because it twitched. and your already low eyes glazed over.

maybe you’re thinking about how I let it slip that i’ve never been with a guy, before? or maybe, your mind is stuck on how my lips wrap around the spliff? maybe, just maybe, it’s thinking about just how long it would take for you to force that cock into my tight unexpecting pussy? yea, in your eyes I can see it brewing.

how you’d ruin me for anyone else, and just have me cock drunk and high for your disposal. hell, i wouldn’t even need to be so inebriated after a while. the feeling of being completely full would have me at your mercy.