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Buy an eigth with me because I'm scared to buy alone and smoke it all with me that same night. Hotbox the bathroom with me and make me strip every time I cough. Get me high like it's the first time I've smoked, fuzzy and incapacitated and stumbling. Hold me up against a wall while I kiss your neck. Get me so high I can't hold back my moans and whimpers and you hear the real sounds I make. Feel me moan into your neck through hickies and kisses, grinding on each other. When I beg you to take things to the bedroom tell me we can't break the hotbox and tease me through my boxers if I still have them on. Tease me until you're ready to break the hotbox and then bring me to the bed. Throw me on the bed face down and watch me arch in anticipation. Put on your biggest strap and shove it straight in my boycunt no fingering beforehand so it's a struggle to get it in and it hurts a little. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other smacking and grabbing and exploring while you fuck me into the mattress as hard as you can and I'll just whimper and take it

This post is about gay trans sex I need it stat

also I see the note spam and it turns me on like yes you like my sick fantasies

yesss omg a sub who looks down on you with eyes full of pity as you get close. They talk to you with such a sweet tone, but their words are so harsh and cutting they make your stomach clench. They make you beg when you finally get close to cumming. You almost think they wont let you, and that thrills you more. complicated dynamics deserve a bigger space on here :(

everyone only wants hard rough mean degrading sex or soft gentle praising sex. we need some diversity here!! where are all the freaks who want a really sweet dom who talks to you in such a loving and gentle way while they're fucking you so roughly and stretching you out and leaving scratches and bites and bruises and making you bleed but always ever so sweetly talking in your ear like "yes, love, i know it hurts, but you're doing such a good job... you're taking it all so well, puppy, you're such a gorgeous boy... I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, you look so pretty like this" and things like that. yk.

Imagine going to a frat party only to see one of your friends tied up in a side room, gagged and whimpering. frat bros sip their beers and stroke their cocks, all waiting for their turn as the guy fucking her jokes about how tight the sluts pussy is.

Horrified, You try to back out but your "friend" grabs you from behind, you pinning your arm to your side as he gropes your tits

"Hey guys, I got more fuck holes for us to play with!"

Ever man there cheers, more hands grabbing you and drag you to a couch. You start to cry out, but are helpless against all the men around you who work to rip your clothes off.

Before long you're airtight on rapist cock, each guy taking a turn with your holes. Those cocks feel so good that you can't help but cum over and over as they take their turns using you like a fleshlight.

"Hey, let's see if we can knock this bitch up".

By the time morning comes around you have dozens of guys loads dripping out of your gang raped pussy. And dozens more every night after that.

C/W: Rape

I’d love to meet a girl off here and take her on a date.

I’d meet her on Tumblr, charming her with every message. I’d come off as friendly and endearing, flirting and sexting when appropriate. I’d learn her kinks and needs, twisting her into a wet, sopping mess with every text I send her. I’d make her think of me, filling her head with thoughts of my voice, my body, my cock in every waking moment. It’d be weeks, perhaps days, before we’d arrange to meet, a train journey or a bus ride away.

We’d meet in some cafe, exchanging warm smiles and hugs. That’s where it’d begin. She’d notice my hands lingering a little too long, a little too low, practically groping her. She’d simply shrug it off. She’d forget all about it while we’d sip on our coffees, exchanging friendly conversation. We’d mesh well off screen, laughing and joking the afternoon away.

I’d suggest a stroll through the woods, almost like an afterthought while we figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon. We’d find ourselves, trudging along some narrow dirt pathway, the skies getting darker, the woods getting denser. And then it’d hit her. She barely knew me.

One second she’d be side-eyeing me cautiously, the next she’d be pinned against some tree in the lonely depths of the forest. She’d scream, the piercing scream of fear. I’d let her. No one would hear us.

She’d beg me to stop, to reconsider, but I’d tear down her cute skirt. Isn’t this what she wanted? She’d read my blog. She needed this just as much as my stiff, aching cock did. I’d hold her down, rubbing my cock against her bare ass, telling how hard she’d made me. What a good fucking girl she was for making her rapist’s cock ready to breed her. Her begging would turn feverish and constant, wishing this was some cruel joke.

I’d plunge my shaft inside her cunt, laughing as she struggles and fights against me. In and out, I’d wetten my cock in her, stirring up her insides with heavy, savage strokes. She’d feel her sanity slip away. She’d have chosen this. I’d convince her this was her fault. All those nights promising me what a good rapetoy she’d be for me. And she’d deliver on her promise, crying and sobbing, begging me to stop, struggling to fight her fate.

I’d rail her slick, broken twat while her face grates against the coarse bark, sinking my fingers into her soft, jiggly ass. Shit, I’d spank those perfect fucking spheres, watching them redden and ripple with each strike. I’d lovingly break her down into a set of holes, moulded to service my cock. 

Thick ropes of cum would plaster her insides, leaking out of her weak frame. I’d throw her down and wipe my cock clean with her hair. In sweet, gentle tones, I’d ask her where she lived. I’d point out that she couldn’t walk right now, and that the night was drawing closer.

C/W: Drugs

I wonder if I could manipulate a girl by drugging her over time. I’d slip her the smallest pinch of drugs every meeting, slowly increasing the dosage over the course of months. She’d go from questioning the heat in her body to finger fucking herself for hours after I leave. She’d feel so much fucking lust and mistake it for love… and I wouldn’t make it easier. I’d brush my fingers across her face, casually pushing back her hair or sweeping some crumbs off her face. I’d press my body against hers when we sit on the couch together. I’d let her edge her needy fucking cunt and let her think she’s being discreet about it. God, it’d be so fucking fun watching her squirm. It’d make me laugh when she starts begging for my cock.

[Channelling my inner hedge fund CEO with this one.]

C/W: Gaslighting

Come again? You want to quit? No, sweetheart, you don’t. No, I’m telling you that you don’t want to quit. What’s happened here is that you’ve gotten a little overwhelmed with our… new working relationship recently and you just need a little refresher. That’s okay. Come here. Good girl. See? Fuck… this body doesn’t deserve to be hidden away in these tight, slutty clothes of yours. It belongs to be out here, doesn’t?

Of all the things you were, clever was never one of them. Hey, hey, it’s okay. Now, you started your career at this firm eking out a meagre existence of filing paperwork, filling in paperwork, scanning more fucking paperwork, you get the idea. And you would have spent the rest of your life doing just that. You’d take the smallest amount of money we’d give you to keep you quiet but not so little that you’d leave. That’s how you’d spend your life.

Now look at you in your top of the line clothing and expensive perfumes. No, there’s no need to hide it. I touch these clothes and smell these perfumes everyday. Be a sweetheart and take out my cock for me, darling. If you really plan on leaving, consider it a farewell gift. Good… Good fucking girl… Nobody makes my cock twitch like you do. With all my money, I couldn’t buy a fucking whore that can handle my dick like you can.

You were some nameless little drone, tucked away and doomed to be forgotten until I saw you. I wanted you. Do you hear that? Are you listening, miss? My cock twitched the second it saw you. I imagined bending you over that table and stealing you away from your manager, your boyfriend, anyone that would stand in my way. And I still feel that way.

Even though… Fuck, yes pump my cock like that… even though you fucked up that little fucker of a case last month or the Evans case three months ago. Your time under my wing has been marked by little mistakes. But do you know why I keep you? Because you make me cum so hard. You drain every drop of stressed up spunk from my balls and you do it like a pro. Even now, when you’re so hell bent on leaving your hands are threatening to make me buckle. Now bend over. Yeah, on my desk. Nobody’s going to walk in, sweetheart.

Shiiit, you’re as tight as the day I first fucked you. You know what I really like about you? What makes you better and more addictive than Miss Timbers on the third floor or Mrs Raynard in the legal department? You have better tits and a much, much tighter pussy. You’re so much fucking better than them. And you know what that means, don’t you? It means you could make so much more money than them.

You and I both know you’re not my secretary on merit alone. Walk out of here and there won’t be a single firm in the city that’ll pay you as much as I do. Not nearly as much. And all you have to do to keep up your fancy little brunches and sweet cars is get on your knees every once in a while and do what you were born to do. Just. Suck. My. Cock.

That’s all. It’s that easy. Sure, there'll be a little bit of fucking in between, but we both know you enjoy that. What do you say to that? Yes? Atta girl. Now go and lock the door. I’m going to slip out of these trousers. We’re going to need to celebrate your new payrise.

[I made the mistake of looking at my feed and seeing hot girls so now I’m excitable]

I want a girl to teach me exactly how to eat her out so good that it becomes her downfall. I want her to teach me how to flick my tongue over her perfect hole, in or out, around or on, wherever she wants. I want her pussy drool smeared across my face and her eyes rolled back every time I go down on her. I want her moans growing louder and less controlled every time my tongue reaches for aching, throbbing, sopping pussy. I want her to shiver as soon as I even look down.

And then when she’s tucked away playing video games at her desk or responding to email, I want to crawl between her legs, spread them and lunge at her pussy with my tongue. She’ll push me away but I’ll cling onto her, my mouth latched onto her gorgeous, drippy fuckhole making her twitch and tremble with every lap of my tongue. God, it’d be so hot hearing her swear under her breath. I want her to make so many fucking typos on those emails. I want her to lose again and again in those games because she just can’t concentrate. Because she taught me how weak her pussy really is. How easy it is to bend and manipulate with just my tongue.

Did you know that boys who get very wet are actually free use?

If his dick is leaking, that means he needs you to ride him until it's so overstimulated that he's a crying whining mess under you~

If his pussy is dripping, that's because you have to fuck him so hard you've reshaped his insides and he can't make sounds anymore~

Remember, he's self lubricating for a reason <3

Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”

Dom collars. Doms that wear collars. Matching collars with your sub. Matching dog tags. Collared Doms. Owned Doms.

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

gangrape that's more like a stray animal emergency rescue mission than rape. i'm thinking "careful careful careful eeeasy" and "he's just scared, poor thing" and "it's okay buddy it's okay we've got you"

Why do you call yourself a sadist if you draw the line at breaking skin? Do you even enjoy giving pain consensually? Because that's what sadism is about...

Can you be an artist and dislike painting? A musician and not play the piano? An athlete and not run track?

Sadism, much like most other catagories of sexual identity, is a spectrum. While one sadist could adore everything from whipping to knife play, another could only get off on hand spanking and their sadist sexual identity would still be completely valid.

For me, sadism is about getting psychological and sexual satisfaction from the various sensations I can cause in a submissive, particularly pain and discomfort. I also enjoy the power dynamics and feelings that those sensations can create between us. I enjoy bruising and marking subs quite a lot, but I don't like making them bleed. I don't get any enjoyment from it, and the risks associated with drawing blood aren't worth it to me.

boys whining and whimpering and crying while they jack off is actually really really important. alert the press

Decided to try out one of those creams for nipple sensitivity, it’s supposed to give a tingling sensation that increases with moisture or air blowing on it but I accidentally got it on my tdick and Fuck it’s so intense. I’m fully clothed and not even touching myself but I can just feel myself dripping and the wetter I get, the more intense it feels.

I want to be picked up at the side of the road, my car broke down, cold and desperate. They pull over in the middle of nowhere and make me deepthroat them at gunpoint.

I get back in their car because I know there'd be no cars passing through this area. Later they pull into a drive through and order for us. My makeup still smeared. Too terrified to say anything with their gun still pointed at me as they smile and pay for their food.

They drive to their house, and I am never heard from again. 💕💕💕💕💕

I need unfair/impossible rules to follow so I inevitably get punished

Put a ball gag in my mouth only to scold me for not speaking clearly when you ask me questions

Tell me not to cum despite being unrelenting in pushing all of my buttons, knowing I’ll cum

Require that I cum in a certain time frame despite giving me little to no stimulation

Stick a small dildo inside of me and, despite how wet and slippery I am, demand I hold it inside even though you know it’ll slip out the second you let go

Start spanking me, and only after a certain amount *then* ask me to have kept count and state how many I’ve received, knowing I was too fuzzy-brained to keep up without being told ahead of time

And then make sure I know my place 💕

As a kinky autistic person, I love getting to unmask during sex oh my god.

Like getting to just smile and not care what my face is doing while going down on someone or something, getting to make whatever noises I want even if they aren’t overly attractive just because I’m enjoying myself and I want to show it. I love just asking flat out what they want me to do and seeing how they get flustered and stutter out an answer. I love the feeling of satisfaction in a task when I get them to finish. I love saying exactly how I’m feeling and how I feel about them and how much I’m enjoying myself no matter what I sound like while saying it.

Like this is the most vulnerable thing I could think to do with you, of course I’m gonna be my true self

no, i’m not going to be an obedient little slut for you right away. i’m gonna struggle while you hold me down, i’m gonna kick and bite and scratch and if you want the right to cum in me, your gonna have to hold me down and fuck me hard enough to earn it.

Newest Pet

CW: cnc, kidnapping, ownership of multiple people. petplay themes. bruising and pain. choking. slapping. mention of watersports. 

You’re a pet. 

You cry, sitting, hugging your knees to your chest. Sitting on cold concrete, with a dim bulb illuminating your cage. Your new owner having just beat you for disobeying. Sore red welts sting across your body, you ass. They want to make you into a bitch, a slut, an obedient pet. It scares you. 

You’ve seen others, already broken. Greedily drinking piss, being fucked so roughly with a dazed smile on their face. Taking abuse just for their owners enjoyment. Some get the privilege to walk. Others crawl. Some get less privileges. You don’t know what scares you more. The ones that are always obedient, some even through teary eyes, or the ones unable to take it, always fighting back, and getting severely punished. 

Your thoughts continue. You see movement in the corner of your eye, you wipe away the tears. You see a familiar face. She slowly gets up off her pillow from the far side of your cage. Another pet, one owner has taken a liking to- she doesn’t have nearly as many bruises. 

She walks over, and sits down next to you 

“shhh, it’s okay, it’s over now” she takes a hand to your face. 

You flinch, but she just wipes away the tears.

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can’t stop thinking about being bent over the edge of my bed then getting mounted and pounded out hard n fast. gripping at the sheets trying to claw my way forward to put some distance between myself and the cock in my guts cuz it’s going too deep but just getting pulled back onto it by the waist, hard. having my face forced down into the mattress with one of their hands pressing down on my back and the other gripping my hip, forcing me to arch into them and take their cock as deep as it’ll go. squeaking and whimpering and digging my nails into anything i can reach as they plunge into me to the hilt as hard and fast as they can on every single thrust

Get yourself a boy who loses all control and cums inside moaning like a bitch as soon as you squeeze his pretty face and say "who's my good boy??" in that tiny dog owner voice