Hey This Is Poly Ex Dyke. Just Wanted To Check In And Say I Hope To Maybe Remake Sometime Soon, I Got

hey this is poly ex dyke. just wanted to check in and say i hope to maybe remake sometime soon, i got scared when things started feeling real and needed some time without getting off to dykebreaking, and in a bit of a manic state i just deleted the blog. I'll be sure to write a big update for you all once I remake. tysm.

I’m really relieved to hear from you! I figured that was the case; please take as much of a break as you need to until you feel comfortable coming back. And if that’s “never,” so be it! Don’t feel compelled to remake for anybody else’s sake. I wish you the best! And if or when you do come back, I’m looking forward to hearing your update ☺️

Put a ring gag in my mouth and make me suck off your cock. Since I don’t feel sexual attraction surely I won’t be affected by it at all, right? After all, you are just using my mouth and my body won’t get any stimulation out of that. Pull on my hair until your cock is so far down my throat I can’t breathe and then cum, making sure nothing escapes.

And then afterwards push me onto my back and pull my legs apart so you can make sure I really was unaffected. After all, if I am asexual I won’t be wet and aching for your cock in another one of my holes, right?

It’s so frustrating that most of the time I barely touch this kink and then I start ovulating, and that special kind of horny hits, and it’s all I can think about. I literally know when I’m ovulating because I get so desperate to be bred. It makes me feel crazy

I love that… the special kind of horny. You’re just not yourself, not your default state. You’re like a submissive, (even more) lustful version of a werewolf: once a month, you transform into somebody else… someone whose singular purpose is to take a man’s cock inside them and let him knock them up. You just can’t help it; there’s no cure for this condition… you were born with it.

That’s one way to conceptualize it, anyway… but what if you’ve got it the wrong way around? What if the desperate, horny breeding slut is who you are deep down, and the rest of the time you’re just barely able to keep it at bay? What if you get too tired of resisting month after month after month, and the horny beast inside you finally wins? What if you find out that all along, it’s been right about you… and once this beast is out of its cage, it’s going to be impossible to put it back…

Recently I've seen more and more deactivated accounts on my feed, but also messages. Some of whom were actual good mutuals of mine. It's sad to see so many deactivated accounts, but, it's also not hard to understand why.

Kinks, and especially this one, are a heavy subject. Not to mention post nut guilt is one hell of a drug. So is guilt and shame in general.

Which is why I wanted to say: It's okay, to take a break. It's okay to log off, or delete tumblr from your phone for a while. It's all completely fine.

And as a side note, since, again, it's sad to see so many people go... You can *always* hit me up for anything, including sfw work stuff. We can talk about videogames, arts, crafts, life, anything you want. My dm's are open for that stuff.

And again, take a break when necessary!

Wish y'all well now <3

I've been thinking lately on how I'm basically made to be bred and owned, whether I like it or not... I crumble so easily when someone exhibits any kind of control over me, and more than that, it makes my cunt so wet.

Like I don't think having a cunt alone makes me inherently lesser or submissive, but when paired with my nature... fuck, it doesn't matter how big or butch I am. Fundamentally what I am is fertile. My butchcunt is made to take cock-- it's tight and pulsates whatever is put in it any time I cum. Even on a cellular level, it's built to take cock. One cell from anyone with a cock can change my life forever, force me to carry their seed and show the whole world that despite myself I'm owned and bred by someone else.

“Use your words” when she's absolutely cock drunk, overstimulated, braindead, and whimpering