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hi cuties, ts Lea, my little icky blog @drippybun got terminated which is soo upsettin… please follow this new one, an an if you can, share this to help me find my moots ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Hmmm, I have work to do!

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

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DEACTIVATED

No matter how awkwardly presented,  each person here is a soul seeking solace in the embrace of your kindness,  not a thief waiting to steal your peace.  The most pitiable is the troll who wreaks havoc because of its own brokenness. Do not build a wall to shut out others with the stones they throw.  Build instead a foundation for your throne from which you rule your destiny,  but them.

The reason we are here is to be pain takers and joy givers,  no matter how brief the encounter,  knowing that the opportunity to touch another's life here is most likely temporary. 

My hope when I see an account deactivated,  is that they were not driven away by the callousness of what they found here,  but have found the peace with themselves through this community that they can now move on.

Deactivated,  truly RIP.

you and your friends are watching the game at our place. i've just finished bringing you all drinks and snacks when you order me to sit. confused, i look around. all the seats on the couch are taken. that's when i realize that your best friend matt has his cock out, already hard. my eyes widen as you gesture towards him, but i don't dare say anything. i step towards him, and as soon as i am close enough, matt wraps his arms around my tiny waist and pulls me towards him. cold fingers pull down my panties. my pussy is still wet from the edging session before your friends arrived. but as matt slams me down on his waiting cock, he's not aiming for my pussy. i scream as the tip of his cock pushes through into my ass. “shut up, we're watching the game”, you say. i try to get away, but matt holds me down by the waist. he's so much stronger than me. my ass is burning as his cock slowly fills me. i feel tears running down my cheeks. matt grunts and then starts thrusting. when i look over, i see alex stroking his cock and grinning at me. scared, i look at you. you just shrug. “you're a free use toy, honey. better get used to me sharing you with my friends. don't worry, they won't make you cum.”

Indeed!

I would really like to know how to squirt 😣😣😣😣

Ahh, sweet chemistry

the intimacy of “how did you know that?” “because i know you”

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

Thank you @gingerglazed and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

NEED

You wonder why I insist on the cuffs when you're so willing to give yourself to me.

But when your thighs feel like you've run a marathon from the way they have quaked and shivered and clasped my cheeks so much that you've forgotten how many times you've cum...

When your sheets are drenched beneath you from the incessant stretching of my pummeling you...

When you think that you'll pass out if you had to cum one more time, yet, you cannot shrink away from my exploratory licking, nipping, sucking on your body...

... then you'll understand. The cuffs are...a necessity.

No greater thrill

do your ever get excited to see certain mutuals in your notes like yes i pleased the Friend

Frat Party

"Edward..." you manage to slur the name as your head lolls back and your eyes cross.

"No, but any name will do," as I catch before you slip off the chair. It is obvious that the frat boys have taken advantage of your drunken state - one nipple peeks out from the top whose strap is down around your elbow. A quick check of your panties shows that they are intact and haven't been removed, yet, they are soaked with your juices. The frats must have been content with rubbing and palming your pussy through them, but of course, you probably don't even remember.

I help you to your feet, thinking to get you out of here, but you slump into my hand and my palm fills with your now fully exposed tit. Despite your condition, a moan slips from your lips, past the drool at the corner of your mouth. Reflexively, you clasp your hand over mine, pressing your nipple into my palm. It grows taunt at my touch. Your fingers grip over mine as if to grab your tit, but it only forces my hand against your soft, warm flesh.

I waver for a moment, then, "Aw, fuck it." I slip one arm under your knees and find an open bedroom. Well, almost open. Some guy has his face buried between the thighs of some freshman girl while another plows his cock in her mouth. They ignore us as I stretch you out onto the other bed against the wall. Pulling off your panties leaves a sticky trail of evidence of your being touched earlier. I follow it with my fingers as if to replace it from whence it came. As my fingers part your folds, you subconsciously thrust your hips forward, grabbing my arm by my wrist and direct my fingers inside you so adeptly that I wonder if you are really as intoxicated as you seem, or maybe, cock drunk and so needy through your brain fog that your body is operating on auto-drive.

Not to pass up the opportunity, I use my free hand to loose my cock, and replace my fingers with it in your cum-drenched hole. The moment you feel me plunge inside you, you go feral, bucking and thrashing, seeking to take me deeper. Some primal need overriding your drunken state faster than I can comprehend. Glutaral moans and gasps punctuate the room louder than the sounds coming from the other bed to the point that both the other guys look up from the girl pinned beneath them and stare with an air of jealousy.

They'll just have to be envious. For tonight, you are mine.

Brat.

If my effusive display sends you back to middle/high school literature class, don't blame me, blame her. She has this effect on me. Sorry, not sorry.

Poetry

Her refused-to-be-cut tresses caresses my hips, going from silken puddles to teasing lashes like the tips of a flogger as her mouth follows her drool and engulfs my cock over and over. I pry my pleasure-sealed eyelids open as cool air replaced the warmth of her mouth, only to be pierced by her gaze far deeper than my cock pierces her as she descends upon it, taking it bit by bit into the warmth of her soaking tightness. 

A field of passion flowers blossom in the arid plain of my soul, watered only by the juices that trickle down my encompassed shaft as her hips write sonnets with their movements - swirling, shifting, arching and curling, spelling out her desires louder than any words could proclaim.  

Like Shakespeare's five-act structure, the climax occurs in the middle because it is not the end of pleasures. They continue long after I am spent and emptied by her, and I wish never to reach its epilogue.

If you lost her, here she is...

Hey this is my new blog for elliesdigitaldiary! My old account got banned and i wish i can find my mutuals :<<

NEED

You wonder why I insist on the cuffs when you're so willing to give yourself to me.

But when your thighs feel like you've run a marathon from the way they have quaked and shivered and clasped my cheeks so much that you've forgotten how many times you've cum...

When your sheets are drenched beneath you from the incessant stretching of my pummeling you...

When you think that you'll pass out if you had to cum one more time, yet, you cannot shrink away from my exploratory licking, nipping, sucking on your body...

... then you'll understand. The cuffs are...a necessity.

PAYBACK

You thought you could get away with teasing me,  eh? Every time I came over to visit your older brother,  you'd stand behind him and rub your nipples through your bra-less shirt.  When he'd turn to see what I was starting at,  you'd feign innocence,  look away as though you had no idea what he was asking about,  only to part your legs and flash the shadowed hint that you weren't wearing panties under that skirt.  That coy little smile would always infuriate me because you knew you'd get away with it  while he was around.

But he wasn't around this time. You woke from your nap with your hands tied to the frame of your bed above your head. Why did you keep that length of rope around? Have you had naughty ideas that you were hiding?

Before you could scream in protest, I stuffed your panties into your mouth that I'd removed while you slept.  Instead of the torturous smile you always gave me,  your eyes are wide with terror,  and I find it most satisfying. 

My,  how hard your nipples get when I twist and tweak them,  not like when you'd touch them to tease me. And the amount of your juices staining your bedding beneath your bound-spread legs,  simply because I gently rubbed your clit with my thumb,  I wonder how much more there would be were I to lick it,  or worse,  probe your tight little insides with my fingers? Oh,  but I wouldn't want that. No making you feel good,  this is about repaying the humiliation and frustration that you left me with,  my cock throbbing,  aching for release at your teasing. 

Yes,  your brother wasn't home, but you were.  I wonder what he'd do if I left you like this until he arrives? Would he free you or enjoy the view?

Or maybe,  see how much larger he can make that wet spot beneath you... how about we find out. 😏

Can't wait to read your poetry.

I guess I should do an intro post so here goes-

I’m Rae, I am 18, I am a sub, I’m not new to tumblr but this is a new blog

This is a NSFW blog and a MDNI blog

I have a lot of hard and soft kinks but I’m not going to make a list, if you specifics my DMs are open as well as my asks

My CASHAPP is $raegommer0531 and my PAYPAL is @RaeGommer for donations, and if you want something for your money DM me for customs

My hobbies and things I like include reading (especially dark romance), writing including poems and a novel I’m working on, cars and motorcycles, caffeine including energy drinks and coffee, tattoos and piercings

Any sort of bigot DNI, transphobia, homophobia, racism, or any type of hate will NOT be excepted

Reblog to be mutuals

Same

I love that I look like I’m not into disgusting kinks 🤭

"Sex work is real work, unlike being a landlord"

Spotted in a public bathroom in California

Yes! Don't let a good time turn into a trauma episode - communicate!

Yea, your girl is a masochist, but have you confirmed the types of pain that she's comfortable with??

Sure, your lover is into petplay, but have you talked about whether you're supposed to yank on that leash??

Absolutely, she's into degradation, but do you know whether that name makes her think of a bad ex??

Mhmm, your girl is into getting choked, but do you know how to grab her without endangering her?? Do you even know if she wants you to stop her blood flow and/or airways???

I see, your darling is into rope, but do you know whether you're tying them up in a position they don't like?? Did you even remember your rounded edge scissors in case of emergency??

Okay, so it's into CNC, do you react with care and compassion if/when it safewords??

Yea, your Dom/me is hot and scary, but have you communicated your needs, and wants, and appreciation for them?? Are you ever making sure they're having fun?? Are you ever even using your safewords, if not why?? You might need to!

Just please, I'm so so tired of hearing people pushed away from/out of kink spaces whether, online or irl, because there are some kinksters out there that cannot practice safely.

Ahhh, no more lost clothes 😆

One of the many innovations Tumblr should adopt.

there should be a hug button where you can tell your mutuals its going to be okay instead of liking their vent post and hoping they realize ur not agreeing that they should die