I Love Fawnposting. Yes I Am Fawning Over You So You Won't Hurt Me. Have My Wide Doe Eyes Convinced You

i love fawnposting. yes i am fawning over you so you won't hurt me. have my wide doe eyes convinced you to be gentle yet

met someone who just oozes dominance and oh my god. the way that the most simplest of actions had me absolutely soaked.

the way he held himself in his seat, the way he’d meet my intense eye contact and hold it until I broke eye contact. his tone. even the way he’d started to speak for me in groups when he noticed I’d slipped into subspace somewhat?

dreamy sigh…

high gay thoughts

damn, ever have a friend that you had a crush on in highschool but lost contact with and met back up with in college again. Forgot why you had a crush on her because you had to re open up to her, and found yourself like re falling in…idk? enchangment with her??

all she did was make me a parfait, but I swear it’s the best i’ve ever had and she looked the most at peace as i’ve seen her?

damn, i’m like definitely getting those gay ass feelings. ok, maybe i’m seeing this with a tint of delulu but i will definitely not be keeping this confession up.

- this gay ass feeling i’m describing is attraction. it’s the heaviness in the bottom of your chest cavity from the anxiety, the fullness of the affection, then the airness of the curiosity/desire—that settled on my chest…thick.

nothing like another intoxicated ramble for tumblr. i’m crossed currently, so bare with me

long story short, airbnb host picked me up on the first day of meeting me and just said “you’re so tiny.” news flash, i’m almost 5”10. size difference kink was kicking, bc dilf energy, but not socially acceptable behavior so i shot him down.

he keeps commenting on my shape, the size difference between us (he’s 6”3), and at this point i’m horny. he notices, and slips his hand in my pants, and i’m weak.

i’m telling you, a rugged, older man with pure dominance? i was weak in the head and kinda paused to tell him to stop.

so many events happened during my stay (fingering, mention of him being open to being tied up, wanting to smoke me out, etc.) what really got me finally touching myself is him calling himself daddy. like fuck, i want to call him down.

genuinely, all these events—while yes, turned me on, i didn’t consent to—had me worry.

but i think i’m actually dazed by him calling himself daddy? i think my innocent is tainted, genuinely!!

this is so real!! but luckily, it's opening my eyes to somno ><

Forever upset that I’m not one of those icky little girls who gets disgustingly horny and desperate when high out of my mind so some older man could take advantage of me.

Instead I just get giggle and wanna take a nap ;(

i have been drafting a lot of my icky thoughts but m crossed rn and impure regression sooooo, mhm. I just wnna be horny n babble n peace ><