Getting Myself Off To The Thought Of You Railing Me In A Place Where Anyone Could Find Us Id Love To

getting myself off to the thought of you railing me in a place where anyone could find us… i’d love to scratch my nails down your back and really mark you up, fight back just a little. i have to hold up the pretense that i don’t want this, but your cock feels so good inside me.

Who says I don’t want them to find us? Please, fight back all you like… your unmistakable moans will be more than enough evidence of this poor little dyke’s shameful secret. Imagine how much louder you’ll be when you’re completely exposed, bent over and savagely pounded as your desperate pleading makes it plainly clear that you love this. And even if nobody finds us… maybe I’ll leave a mark on you instead… something trickling down your chin, or if you beg nicely enough for it, your inner thighs…

Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been so slow to answer anons; I should get a chance to get through a bunch tonight, so if you’ve sent one recently, stay tuned!

the stuff you post is humiliating and dirty and sick. it definitely does not have my cunt throbbing and me fantasizing about what your cock looks like and how it would feel to bounce on while you hold me in place and make me tell you how much I like it. especially not in a dress with my panties on, just pushed out of the way so your cock can play with my cunt lips before filling me up….

Definitely not… a good lesbian like you would never have such vivid fantasies all on her own… I must be doing something to you. Manipulating you, hypnotizing you, coercing you, doing something to make these thoughts so much more incredibly arousing than they have any right to be. Is that what you are? A helpless victim, a blameless woman who was taken advantage of and overpowered by a man, and just can’t help it that she has to shove her hand in her panties when she reads my words? And if so… how to you explain to yourself why you keep coming back?

You don’t have to just fantasize, you know. You can keep rubbing yourself until that need gets so great that your inhibitions melt away. I’d be happy to provide you with some visual aid to accompany those thoughts of yours… but for that, you’ll have to come off anon and DM me 😘

(same anon that asked about following and reblogging if they're into one of your limits)

also wondering if dm'ing is okay or if you'd rather not (i wouldn't bring up your limits)

Anyone who’s willing to be respectful (which it sounds like you are, anon) is welcome to DM me! I’ll do my best to respond in a timely matter, and I’ll let you know if I’m too overwhelmed or busy to get to you otherwise.

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

"Look, I'm a lesbian. I'm only doing this because I'm horny and I like anal. And I like dick, but I'm not interested in the man attached to it. I just need to get this out of my system."

*after getting her asshole played with for a while, dripping wet* "Ngh, I told you, I'm a lesbian, so cool it with the dirty talk! I'm not into you."

*while getting fucked doggy style* "Mm, feels so good... I love cock... Ugh! I am a lesbian, you pig! I bet you're getting off on getting to fuck a lesbian's ass!"

*pinned down on her back, looking up at the guy who's still pounding her asshole so good she's already squirted like a fountain* "Ohh-ohhh-kay, maybe I'm a little bit bi..."

*on all fours again, still getting her asshole wrecked, while heavy balls slap against her pussy with every thrust* "Alright, alright! I'm bi! Turns out I'm bi! I love getting fucked by a man! Big deal!"

*folded in half, overpowered, cumming yet again from being fucked by man cock* "Cock... Cock... Men... I was made to be fucked by men... Now fill me up already!"

*lying on her back, completely spent, while the man who just ruined her slutty asshole squats over her face so she can rim him as thanks* (I love men... I love hairy sweaty manly men... I love having my tongue up a man's hole, and having him rub his musky balls all over my face... I can't call myself a lesbian anymore, can I? I don't even think I can go back to fucking women. I think I'm just straight.)

Brilliantly put, anon… I can tall someone’s put a lot of thought into this. It’s so fun to watch the mental gymnastics people put themselves through to convince themselves they’re still in control of their body’s desires. Fight it all you want; your actions speak far louder than your cute little protests.