It's Getting To The Point Where Even When I Look At Stuff That's Not Orientation Play Related I Prefer

it's getting to the point where even when i look at stuff that's not orientation play related i prefer the hetero maledom stuff >////<

men deserve to be in charge. they deserve to be in charge of me, especially

One of my more shameful... kinks? Turn ons? Is when I'm someone's exception for something. You aren't normally into girls? Incest usually squicks you out? Rape scenes make you uncomfy? You don't normally get dommy like this? But you do for me? Good. Desire me to the point of abnormality. Admire me to the point of exception. Want me more than you want the safety of comfort. Look me in the eyes and tell me, 'It's okay if it's you.'

Imagine how humiliating it will be to show up at his door once again, your face burning with shame. You told him this would just be a one-time thing, that you just needed to get these funny urges out of your system… but here you are once more, biting your lip, desperately trying to cling to what little dignity remains in you. The worst part is there’s no easy way to say it… there’s no way you can salvage your self-respect… he knows exactly what you’re here for, and he’s not going to give it to you until you beg for it.

thinking about getting dicked down for the first time as a lesbian is obviously hot but what really gets me is the second time. the idea of letting a guy fuck you thinking you wont even like it but then you find yourself desperate to go back for more. maybe you didnt ask for it the first time but now you have to deliberately seek it out, youll lose the ability to deny you want it

I'm having "just the tip" brainrot. Just the tip because it's too big, and even though I'm dripping wet I'm just too fucking small. Too small, until you start working your hips back and forth, just a little bit at a time. Too small, too fucking tight, but it gets easier and it feels like so much that I don't even notice when you slide another inch in, but oh god do you fucking notice, you notice and think "jesus, there's no way I can actually..." and start pushing just a little bit more, switching between looking at my teary face (overwhelmed but not hurting, not really), and the tight little cunt you're working your way into, bit by bit, pulling out just enough to push back in further and really feel it as I open up. So fucking focused on how good it feels that it shocks both of us when your hips hit my ass, making eye contact for an electric second before you grind that much fucking deeper and watch my eyes roll back. Anyway. Just like. Normal thoughts

me screaming and crying "im a lesbian!" between each of his womb deep thrusts, pussy clenching and i tell myself its from fear but its also wet and unrelenting as a suction pocket for his cock but i keep screaming "im a lesbian!" and he keeps fucking me on the sidewalk he tackled me onto and my clit is pulsing with my racing heartbeat and i tell myself its panic from being near a man, but my pushing against his body to get him off me is getting weaker and my begging for him to stop is quickly turning into whimpering gasps that soften and melt into reluctant moans and i keep whispering "im.. a lesbian", i sigh "im a les..bian", i moan "im... a... lesbian" and he keeps fucking me even and especially after he cums because no man is ever satisfied with just one round

And you were… but it gets so tiring to keep fighting, and it’s so easy to give in, especially when just the act of surrender itself just feels so intoxicatingly good. “Just one time” is yet another thing you’ll tell yourself, another temporary stopping place along your path to corruption that you’ll barge right through in a matter of days or weeks. You’ve come so far already, built up such wonderful momentum… you have no chance of stopping now, and the knowledge of that just excites you and thrills you even more…

maybe just one time wouldnt hurt