Here Is A Little Piece Of Advice To The Ladies Of Tumblr From A Girl Who Has Seen It All:

Here is a little piece of advice to the ladies of Tumblr from a girl who has seen it all:

If you find yourself stalking a guy's Tumblr, enthralled with the images he paints in your head of what he would do to you, ask yourself this before you ever hit the DM button or respond.

Would I be okay if I wasn't the only one with his attention?

Am I willing to accept that he might only be in this to get my nudes and never hear from him again?

Is this person safe and genuine?

Why am I honestly at this point? Do I seek attention, mutual attraction, or something else?

Am I taking proper precautions to ensure that I'm not only safe online but that I'll be safe with them?

What am I hoping to get from this interaction?

What are my boundaries and limits for what I am willing to do with this person? Write them down to remember what you set limits on when you're caught up in the moment.

There are a lot of really crappy guys and a lot of creeps out there, ladies. Do yourself a favor and think before you hit respond or get in his inbox.

Someone's Tumblr is the picture they paint and may not accurately reflect the kind of person they are. People have gotten really good at hiding their true identity here, where they can hide behind a username and anonymous photo.

While there are some really amazing people I have been so fortunate to meet here and people who will be in my life, ideally forever, don't get so distracted by the idea of someone that you forget about what you want and deserve.

i wanna ride someone’s strap but they tell me to go slowly, too slow to make myself cum and they know it. after a little while of groping my boobs and marking up my neck with bites, my whimpers turn into complaining whines about how tired i am - about how badly i need to cum, little tears forming in the corners of my eyes from how desperate i am. their big hands on my soft hips, squeezing and keeping me in motion despite my sounds of protest. my body goes slack, grabbing at their biceps for support, but then i feel their hands on my waist in a bruising hold, keeping me in place as their hips begin to piston up into me, smacks placed on my ass - my whines now replaced by pathetic moans, breathlessly babbling about how i’m gonna cum already, how i can’t hold it, can’t wait … and suddenly im making an even bigger mess of slick and cum on their strap, all messy and dumb <3

men do not interact

girls with dark armpits & dark inner thighs are pretty

girls with stretch marks are pretty

girls with self harm scars are pretty

girls with acne scars are pretty

girls with different pigmented patches of skin are pretty

when is it my turn to sit on a hot lesbian lap to tell them about my day while they grope me shamelessly?!

Any mutuals wanna make out aggressively and dry hump? 🥺