It's Not A Man Trying To Break Me That's Hot, It's When A Fellow 'lesbian' Does. Trusting Them So Blindly,

it's not a man trying to break me that's hot, it's when a fellow 'lesbian' does. trusting them so blindly, that when they ask me how i feel about cocks i could never guess their real intentions. but over time they'll keep exposing me to how it looks and how wonderful it is, like how my body is made for dick and liking dick doesn't make us any less 'lesbian'. suddenly seeing a cock makes my stomach hot and tight, and maybe it is alright for a lesbian to have some dick. as long as it's in our mouth, right? but we're made to please men, right? so maybe it can fill up our pretty holes too, and now all thanks to that 'lesbian' i've become addicted to cocks

"Be a good boy/girl," used as a trigger, implanted deep in your mind, to silence you at the mere flicker of disobedience; forcing you back into blank obedience.

Doesn't that sound fun?

sent that long ask about the lesbian polycule, just wanted to say my gf proposed a 3some with him and I said yes aaaaa!

Even if I dont fuck him I'm gonna be naked in a bed with a man.

She asked you? She must’ve known how much you were craving it… I wonder what gave you away? Either way, that curiosity of yours is about to be sated… I wonder how much longer you’ll be able to hold out one you’re watching it happen firsthand. When you’re locking eyes with her as he pummels her insides with his cock, when she’s far too distracted with how good he feels to focus on eating your pussy, when you hear her enthusiastic begging for more drown out your own moans.

Are you going to finally know what a pussy tastes like when it’s been fucked full of a man’s cum? Are you going to find yourself on your knees for him the very same night? Are you going to spread your own legs for him the very first time you have the opportunity… or are you going to wait until the second time she invites you into their bed? And how much longer will it be before she extends the same invitation to your other girlfriends? You’d better take her up on the offer before you’re the last one on board…

Whatever happens, I hope you’ll keep us all apprised, lesbian polycule anon… we’ll have to see how much longer you can keep calling yourself that 😘

Polyamorous lesbian anon with an update

writing this from the bathroom after the threesome with my gf and her bf. It was pretty awkward at first cause they clearly had it planned and assumed I'd moreso be going along since I agreed.

Their idea basically put me on the bottom, my gf wearing a strap on top of me, and then him fucking her on top. and well, it didn't seem so bad. It's just sex but also there's a man there.

Dear God was I out of my depth, she did almost no thrusting at all, it was just his weight and power transferred through her to me. I was trappes under them, and fucked so much more vigorously than my gf ever topped me, so much weight and force.

I think I came a couple of times, hard to keep track when bottoming (I'm trans so, yknow, anal orgasms feel pretty different), but it was nonstop moaning from us, I couldn't hold back, she didn't hold back. And after a couple of rounds and maybe a couple of hours, we moved to spooning.

He was so big his arm draped over her naturally draped over me too, he didn't even ask if he could touch my tits, he just did it so casually it felt so degrading and amazing. I've never felt a man intimately and his tender roughness was intoxicating and exhilirating.

My gf teased me so much about it, and now that I'm starting to recover I'm feeling kind of eager for another go, once I recover of course. Maybe i can get my gf to wear a bigger strap? or something that mimics his size. He's pretty average as far as I know, but I'm hungry for it. His scent was amazing and I can smell his sweat on me.

It's definately normal to be a lesbian and think this much about a man's smell and dick.

Congratulations! Sounds like your girlfriend knew even better than you how much she wanted this… but she’s still doing her best to ease you into it gently. Even so, when he was dictating the force of her thrusts into you, fucking you harder than she ever could on her own, when it was his hands on your breasts while you lay in bed, it’s almost like the two of you were having sex by proxy, isn’t it?

That was all it took to make you hungry for more… just feeling how powerful he is, knowing what his cock is capable of doing. Your girlfriend didn’t make you cum… he did, pleasuring two women with the same cock simultaneously. Imagining how he’d feel without your girlfriend in the way is probably making your head spin…

It’s cute that even now you’re still looking for intermediate steps to take, trying to slow your descent into becoming a fucktoy for your girlfriend’s boyfriend… why hold back? You know what it is that you want, no matter how exhilarating and overwhelming it sounds like in theory. Maybe what you just need is to get far more familiar with his cock before you ever take it inside you. Maybe your girlfriend would offer to show you how to suck it with her? She seems like a very eager teacher… she’s probably had this planned from the start.

Hi there!

I've been lurking on your blog for a little while, I'm a trans lesbian, but the idea of being broken and being forced to just be a slut for men is making me so goddamned horny 😭😭😭. Any advice, places to start, or tasks for me?

It’s very simple… just keep edging, and don’t let yourself cum, and your kinks and desires will start to get more intense all on their own. You’ll start to want it worse and worse, your inhibitions and reluctance will start to crumble, and your innocence, your good judgment, and even your sexuality will start to disappear and reform themselves as you mold yourself into becoming a better slut for men.

Your girlfriend felt terrible about leaving you alone like that. In one moment of bravery, after she was halfway down the street, she finally got the courage to come back and do something. To bargain with your rapists, threaten to call the cops, plead with them to let you go, anything… but as soon as she saw you there, bent over with a man rutting into you from behind, using you, your eyes rolling back as the muffled whimpers leaked through your own boxers that served as your gag, she froze. She took a step back, transfixed by the sight, unseen by you or any of the men, and retreated to the other side of the street where she did absolutely nothing… but watch.

Her big, strong protector, her butch, her rock, the one she depended on to keep her safe… humiliated, degraded, reduced to nothing more than a weak, defenseless plaything for a pack of men. A gut-wrenching, heartbreaking scene… or at least, it would be, if it weren’t for this unwanted other feeling she was having… this strange warmth that was flowing across her face… and her cunt.

She tried so hard to keep her hand out of her panties as she crouched there in the bushes, she hated herself for how turned on she got seeing you at your absolute lowest… but no matter how hard she fought against it, the poor girl didn’t stand a chance… her pussy won out in the end; it always does.

hnghh... I love this idea. I especially love the idea if she tries to reconcile with me afterwards.

I can't really forgive her for leaving me, but I'm so shell-shocked that when my old girlfriend comes crying to me I forgive her just so I can have someone to talk to. I try to go back to our old routine, attempting to pretend nothing has happened.

But in private, my cunt is aching. I don't want sex, and she seems to understand, but whenever she leaves the house I can't help but fuck myself on my fingers. Every time it reminds me of the way those men forced their cocks into my cunt... but it's still not enough. Every time it ends with shame, but no matter what I vow to myself, I still end up with my boxers on the floor and moaning as I fingerfuck myself.

My girlfriend, unbeknownst to me, is in a similar situation. At night when I am asleep, she lays next to me and remembers my half-lit figure, bent over and violated on the street. Despite herself she finds herself jealous-- of the fact that I was filled and bred, but she wasn't. Sometimes she wishes it was her who was left behind.

Things come to a head the day she gets a message from an unknown number. They claim to be passing along something from a "mutual friend", and send her a video. When she opens it, her shock runs straight to her clit.

It's my cunt, split around a thick, long hairy cock. It's clearly from one of the men who raped me. She watches, transfixed, as I moan and sob as his balls slap my pussy. He fucks me harder until my cunt starts pulsating around his dick, clearly cumming. The man moans and his cock starts to throb. He cums balls deep in my cunt before slowly pulling out, being sure to give the camera a good show of the way my cunt clings to his cock, dripping cum. He reaches down to spread my folds, teasing them with one finger, giving my girlfriend a front row seat to the way my hairy pussy throbs, flushed and filled with cum. It's over too soon-- she plays it three more times before she cums on the dildo she's bought and hid beneath our bed.

In a week, when I come to her in tears with a pregnancy test in my hand, she tells me maybe it's not so bad-- we can start a family, she tells me. That night she touches herself as she tells her new 'friend' that he's going to be a father-- and when he'd like to come over to celebrate...