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slowly learning that being taken care of can cum in many ways, just like me

no but seriously, I know I’ve reblogged this before, but my submissions are always extra open for audio recordings (like legit pleeease beautiful people of any gender, there’s nothing more rewarding than hearing someone moan for me) and if I get off to it I’ll likely send you something back (genuinely, please send voice notes I’m begging, and especially if you get off to me like 😵‍💫, audio porn is my kinda porn for sure)

Can you send me an audio of you cumming? Sorry audios of you moaning? Ssorry audios of you cum-—-? Shit i mean audios of you cumming- shitttt

you guys are always so surprised at how horny I am… while I’m just thankful I have a pussy, because you have me listen to your voices and moans, watching your cocks and cum wherever whenever, and constantly having a visible boner would be fucking horrible!

masculine hand kink this, masculine hand kink that, what about enby hands tho? what about non-dainty feminine hands? what about small hands on dainty wrists?

in other words: here’s some more content nobody asked for ✨

🌸 borahae motherfuckers 🌸

the promised purple

never been more ashamed but here you go, an audio!

a lil thank you for 300 followers <3

alrighty my lovelies, it is time!

as some of you may already know, I’ll be spending the next few weeks at a psychiatric clinic. Life unfortunately has become a little too painful for me to bear and it is no longer safe for me to be on my own. Still, the clinic will also finally allow me to process and frame what has happened to me over the years and I’m looking forward to that!

I am entirely unsure what will happen to this blog in the meantime, or after, if I have energy or time or the desire to blog or not, if I’m allowed to continue it or if I will be advised against it, etc…

I will try to at least post little updates on my wellbeing as some of you requested, but I’d be grateful if I weren’t bombarded with questions about how I am :)

still, just in case we don’t hear from each other again: it was nice to meet you! most of you made my days just that tiny bit more bearable <3

your fragile little flower, bloomchilde

Oh, what I’d give right now to take a nap in my favourite sheets, lying on my tummy in a soft top and skimpy panties that'd feel so good against my skin, one leg all hitched up so I could rub myself against the sheets juuust that little bit, just to keep that tiny spark of arousal going, getting all fuzzy from being wet and sleepy.

I bet I’d dream of you, dream of you finally getting home, of you seeing how good I’ve been, seeing how ready I am for you, just from thinking about you.

I bet you’d smell me by the time you’d finally walk into the room, heady and intoxicating, and you’d remember what I tasted like when you made me scream from your tongue just the night before. You can smell me right now, can’t you?

You’d chuckle, knowing how dilated my pupils must’ve been when I put on those panties to lie down, seeing my pussy peeking out of them all puffy and rosy.

I bet you’d take your sweet time making sure everything is the way it’s supposed to be, making sure I was good and did what you asked me to do before you went out. You’d be pleased to see how well I did but even more pleased to see one tiny mistake, not even hidden too well, in the middle of the living room. You know exactly what I need, always, don’t you?

So I know that you’d make your way to the bedroom, quietly, softly as not to wake me. You wouldn’t undress, you’d only open your belt, take out your cock, and start checking just how wet I am.

I’d be so swollen that my lips would be slightly parted, clit peeking out, blooming just for you what is usually perfectly hidden. You’d trace a finger through me to gather some slick, smearing it over your head, already red, already hard.

You’d take my cheeks in hand, you’d caress them, spread them apart, relish in the clicky-sounding smack my folds make when they are parted, all sticky. I’d shift my hips, my dream getting more intense, spreading myself apart for you in my haze.

You wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from licking me, just once, just to make sure I taste exactly like you remember, but I’d taste even better, wouldn’t I? Because I never cleaned myself up after taking your load just before you went out three hours ago. You didn’t have to ask me not to, I knew. I always know, don’t I? You’ve trained me well.

You’d take a moment to contemplate what to do, how to enjoy me, but in the end, you decide to be kind. You’d take my hips in hand, lift my butt just so and you’d caress my pussy with your cockhead, once, twice, before slowly pressing in, just the tip. Just the tip so you could revel in the hitch of my breath and my little moans, revel in the way I’d fidget in my sleep, accidentally fucking myself on your cock, back and forth with little twitches of my hips, massaging you so delicately.

You’d refrain from looking at where I’m slowly opening up around you, my entrance dragging back and forth, just to see my brows furrowed, to see my plush lips open around my gasps, to see my eyes flutter open. You’d groan seeing my confused look, my dumb brain not catching up, not understanding the sensations just yet.

You’d wait for the exact moment I’d meet your eyes before finally sinking home in one thrust, too deep, too fast, just how I like it. You wouldn’t wait for me to understand, wouldn’t even wait for me to gasp before starting to fuck me into me, rough, fast, loving the slick sounds of my cunt, my pleas of "s' too much, please" "no, no, don't" when you hit all the right places.

I’d squirm around you, trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling, confused still and sleepy, but you’d hold me in place, no effort at all, you’d pin me down with one hand on the small of my back and fuck and fuck and fuck into me until I’d be nothing but a teary mess, begging so sweetly, so desperately.

I’d be on the verge of coming and you’d know, you’d know because of how I’d clench and flutter around you, you'd know because of how my thighs would tense up, taut and how I’d be begging “please, please I need… I can’t… Sir, please let me, please, I’ve been so good Sir”. And you’d know that I don’t have permission to come.

You’d know and that is exactly why you’d choose that moment to pull out and slap my cunt so hard that I couldn’t help but come, and you’d chuckle at knowing that you’d ruined it by pulling out, ruined it by not saying a word, ruined it by not burying yourself deep into that pussy and shooting your load so violently I’d’ve come all over again.

Instead, you’d turn me around, grabbing your cock and stroking yourself to the view of my tears, my devastation and you’d come at the sight of my devotion, thick ropes covering my teary lashes and drooly lips, heaving softly.

“Good girl.”

urgh I’m horny and I can’t sleep and I keep thinking about what could’ve been with that sweet sweet honeyboy I met a while ago…

he was so soft and bashful, would inch closer and closer to saying something daring only to lose courage in the last second, averting his gaze, smiling so wonderfully. he looked so good, all flushed, a silly little giggle hidden in the corners of his lips, begging me to do something.

oh how I enjoyed teasing him, giving him just a little every time he let disappointment creep into his shoulders, so he would gaze at me so woefully. he thought he was corrupting me. oh if only he knew. but I hadn’t felt so thoroughly seduced in a long while, I’d have given him anything he asked for, if only he would have.

but he couldn’t bring up the courage to ask, instead tried to stay as far away from me as possible when I slept over, in his bed, in his clothes, in his sheets. oh my poor sweet sweet baby fell asleep at the other end of the bed only to wake up curled around me, pressed against me, so close to rutting, grinding against my perfect butt.

oh how I wish he would’ve. how I wish he lost control and started rubbing himself against me in earnest, I can imagine his soft whines, his desperate sobs of finally giving in to temptation, relief and torture both after waiting all evening. oh how I wish he would have so I could have pretended to let out soft moans in my sleep, swirling my hips back just so, only to pretend to wake up, scandalised “what are you doing?”

oh how I wish I could have pretended to be surprised, pretended to be all sleepy only to let that dark smile fall over me “aw, look at you, aren’t you just so pathetic, darling boy? so desperate that you rut against me, couldn’t hold back anymore, huh? so needy that you couldn’t ask permission, couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?”

I’d have gripped his chin in one hand, squishing his cheeks, and have gripped his cockhead in the other, just that side of too tight. I bet he’d have looked at me with half-lidded eyes, feeling both ashamed and horny, so horny… “couldn’t keep your cock in your own pants bunny? had to just take it out and start humping? oh sweet…I thought you’d be better behaved.”

I’d have started gliding my fist up and down his cock, always a little too tight or a little too lose, only one or two perfect strokes in between so he’d know it was on purpose. I’d have had to suppress a moan at hearing him whine and plead. I’d have slipped out of his sleeping pants, pushed my panties aside and I would’ve smeared my wet pussy all along his thigh showing him “look at what you’re missing now… if only you’d been a well-behaved pup you could’ve had everything you wanted.

I would’ve made him redeem himself by eating me out until I’d come, getting off at seeing his drooly cock weeping into the sheets, untouched. And finally, finally I’d have let him fuck me from behind, let him do all the work “ah bunny is trying so hard aren’t you? trying so hard not to come immediately baby? but you know the rules, lovely, don’t you? and you want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

he obviously wouldn’t have managed to make me come again as wound up as he would’ve been and I’d have had such an amazing time making him come all over again and again and again for good measure. his eyes would’ve been so puffy from crying and I bet he would have been more beautiful than many a painting in a museum…

but alas, he never asked and didn’t give in and then moved across the world a few days later, leaving me wet and horny and desperate to make him cry…

god, eat me out and then spit in my mouth so I can taste myself.

fuck me so hard I can hardly feel it anymore, so wet and stretched and loose around you after hours of taking your strap.

spank me, slap me, drag me around until my cute little moans turn into grunts and pleas, until my mind goes hazy and my eyes glaze over.

make me beg for your touch, your strap, your come, your love.

reduce me to a shell of myself and then piece me back together again, slowly and carefully just to your liking.

all I want is to be a good girl for you, get lost in your pussy, make your come my every meal, your attention the only sustenance I need, please.

I need you.

talk 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 your 👏🏻 dom|me 👏🏻 about 👏🏻 their 👏🏻 preferred 👏🏻 aftercare!

I feel like there is such a discrepancy between dom|mes who can recite their sub’s/s’ preferred/needed aftercare in their sleep and subs who can recite their dominant’s/s’ preferred/needed aftercare and that is genuinely heartbreaking to me.

Negotiations are essential and most importantly participants need to be on equal footing and meet each other on eye-level, otherwise there cannot be a reciprocal level of trust…

So yeah, subs, please ask your dom|mes about their needs often as well <3

look, my relationship to cisgender men and penises is difficult and complicated and I’ve only managed to overcome my trauma irl with 1.5 people but…but hear me out okay…

when it twitches… broo, the twitching… it really makes me go crazy. like fuuuck. when we’re cuddling and you’re pressed up against me and I can feel you twitch? the arousal zips through my whole body so intensely and my pussy immediately fucking aches. when I shyly rub against your jeans and you kick up against me, pretty head straining to get closer to my hand, your hips shifting whether you like it or not? It makes me go feral, like I get so fucking wet, so immediately, it’s ridiculous. when I grind against your thigh, already all dumb and needy and it twitches, once, twice? Fuck I feel that all the way in my nipples.

without wanting to brag, people often tell me I’m the smartest person they know.

but what they don’t know is that I get so deliciously stupid when I’m horny.

just turn into an immediate dumbdumb, only focused on one thing: getting filled.

plus the audhd makes me go all non-verbal, makes my brain finally shut up and only care about how empty I am and how it aches and how I need it to stop :( makes me go all woozy and sleepy and comfy but so horny and desperate I don’t know what to do with myself.

need your leg to rub against, need to feel you encompassing my body, pressing me into the matress. need you to do whatever you want with me as long as you keep me in that headspace.

and once you fill me however you like with whatever you want, all I’ll do is sigh and whimper and mewl because there truly is no better thing in the world than getting fucked and I don’t need to be smart to do that, just need to be good and take it and trust you to give me whatever I need.

and you will give me whatever you need because we both know that the thrill of power and devotion and having me entirely at your mercy turns you on like nothing else.

so yeah, please come fuck me so I can turn my brain off for a minute and be stupid and drooly and messy and good <3

urgh I’m constantly torn between needing a really good merciless fuck and just needing a really good hug. like yes I wanna be used as your toy and yes I want you to make me come ten times in a row, we both know what I’m capable of, but today I think I kinda… just need to be loved.

need someone to lie on top of me until I feel like I’m no longer spilling at the edges.

need someone to coax me back from wanting to sink into insanity and tell me what is real and what isn’t.

need someone to hug me in all my forms, my abused inner child, my traumatised inner teenager, the adult I’m trying to be everyday, all possible future mes.

need someone to see me and see how exhausted I am from fighting my way through life day after day and praise me for not giving up.

need someone to make love to me, rock into me so softly and slowly and perfectly that it finally makes me cry.

want someone to let me fall apart and be there to help me pick up the pieces.

just … want to be someone’s today, someone big and broad who can protect me from the world and my past.

do you guys still want to see the star wars panties from last night? except for a few of you, you were all very respectful, so may-haps I have pictures now 🤭

have a little naughty collarbone action you perverts <3

in other words:

I want you to choke me and then cum all over my throat, want you to film the rivulets of your release caressing the bruises your hands left on my neck, sliding down and pooling in the hollows of my throat, my collarbones painted so prettily.

Dom that’s always had to take on too many responsibilities from a young age and now viscerally needs to take care of someone 🤝 sub that always had to take responsibility for everybody else and their actions and now needs someone else to take the reigns for a while

envelop my face in your hands, caress my cheeks, wipe my tears away with your thumbs.

look into my eyes and promise it will stop hurting.

promise that one day the pain of existence won’t be as unbearable as it is now that I will be able to take a breath without feeling this all-encompassing hurt.

promise that you’ll make it all better. make me all better.

I’m tired of suffering. I’m tired, so promise to make me feel alive again.

do with me what you please, fuck me as hard as you can, tease me for ages, get me desperate and drooly and stupid, make love to me, abuse me, make me feel whatever you can make me feel.

but please, just for a moment, help me conquer the pain.

okay okay I have a super blazed idea (and before you say nana, smoking three days in row? I say: it’s cause I’m under fucked!)

you take me on a date. you choose the place and my food and my underwear. we return home and you roll me a pretty joint, help me smoke the whole thing, let me grind against your thighs the whole time.

you undress me and get me on the bed on my tummy all spread out. then you start asking me questions. trivia, of a sort. for the first round, you spank me for every question answered wrong. now mind you, I am stoned and horny and my thoughts are all soft and blurry, so I get a few wrong but that’s okay. You turn me on my back and start eating me out. This round, already more difficult, you bite my clit for every wrong question. I’m already less focused and I make more mistakes. The next round, you stop thrusting inside of me, the round after that I get my nipples clamped or my clit slapped or my throat squeezed or whatever strikes your fancy. Can go on for as long as you have questions prepared or I simply pass out.

Any takers?

when he says that all I have to do is ask politely but he’s already made sure I can’t even remember my own name