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Something that I love (and is somewhat dangerous about) getting high is just how horny I get
I am so vulnerable and my love of being corrupted is at an all time high.
Like, yes!, tell me to send you my nudes! Yes!, tell me to hump my pillow like a slut! Yes!, tell me that I should post my tits for the world!
Imagining: a little post comes up on my "Do you want to be a little slut?" And me, being horny and high, click the 'yes!' button. Instantly, sound starts to come from my phone, lowly.
Maybe I don't even notice the subliminal messages coming from my phone's speaker. Maybe I don't notice that I'm being told to be a slut. Maybe I don't notice that being reminded of my duty to suck cock and eat out. Maybe I don't notice that I'm being told to show off my body, to advertise myself to the throes of Tumblr
Well, who knows where that night might lead?
Can we talk about the importance of aftercare?
On one hand, you get to be there for your partner. You get to laugh, be silly, clean each other up, and enjoy an intimate moment as you both come down from the rush of pleasure.
On the other hand, you get to make sure a scene wasn't too rough or that if it was you can talk about the good and the bad parts. What to keep and what to abolish. You get to hold your partner (Dom or sub, aftercare goes both ways!!) and tell them that they were perfect. That they're enough. That, ultimately, you feel safe with them.
You get to reassure the other and be comforted yourself.
Just, intimacy comes in many forms. Sex is one, aftercare is another.
Let us be hanging out, watching a movie, playing a card game, chatting about anything fun. Suggest I try one of your edibles, just for the shit's and giggles of it.
Over the next hour, start being more suggestive. Glances at my lips, ahand on the thigh, verbal advances. Get me in my head and flustered as the weed takes my inhibitions.
I'll gasp when you finally steal that first kiss and roll your hips against me. Mock my surprise when I grind back into you, my body begging for your attention.
"Oh baby, are you getting needy on me now? I'd love to touch you, but you got to work for it first, okay?"
Push a finger in my mouth and watch me start to suck on it. Tentatively, at first, of course. But with each swipe of my tongue, I get braver and you get rougher.
When you pull your fingers out of my mouth and start to rub my pussy, my eyes glaze over. I'll be soaking wet.
You wouldn't even have to move your hand or do anything, and I'd be bucking my hips into your hand, unraveling beneath you.
Once again rambling about Aftercare!
Hi there! I assume that if you're here on horny-jail tumblr, you've probably got a hand in your pants (or a toy or something, but I digress), imagining about being with another.
Whether your single, long distance, or just otherwise needing to relieve that itch on your own, Aftercare is still important!
Drink some water, listen to comfort music, watch a video. If you remember, also give yourself some encouragement and self-love! Once again, being on Tumblr, you're probably finding some dark shit (long live cnc), take a moment to take care of yourself!
Sending you hugs!
Ok so this porn clip has just . Changed me. Idk why. But. God. The fact she’s clearly signaling to breathe but he’s so close he just ignores her. The hand between her legs. His sounds. Her sounds. It’s been two days and I can’t stop thinking abt it
Oh my boyfriend is so pretty when he's whining and begging. Cannot stop thinking about watching him fill his pretty little cunt and press his vibrator against his cock. I looooove seeing him twitch and leak and shake for me 🥰🥰 and the NOISES he made. My god. Gritting his teeth and shaking his head when it becomes too much. But keeping it right where I told him to because he's so, so good for me.
The way he yanked it away so fast the instant he got permission, the little whines coming from him. My poor sweetheart. I don't even know how many times I made him cum for me, I lost track!
All I know is I want to do it for him, so all he has to do is sit there so pretty and filled up while I make him cry for me. I want him to say my name in that broken, pleading tone while I sweetly shake my head and tell him to take it for me. <3
: school daze
mikasa would act so prissy!! with her perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect looks … all to be a bully…
she’s definitely they type to push you into the locker room and press her breast against yours, gripping your sides to see how much more fat you have your body.
“aw look at all this pudge! you’re such a loser, I bet no one has touch her here,” she chided, slipping her hand under your skirt, only to find how wet you were.
“oh? you like this? you’re so filthy.” she mocked you, running against your clothed clit, soaking your panties more.
“mika- stop! we’re gonna get caught,” you moaned, grinding your hips into her fingers, secretly wishing for more.
& your wish was granted, watching how desperately she rubbed her pussy against yours, the only noises heard where both of your pants and wet gushing coming from where your lips met.
“im gonna cum so hard, then you’ll be mine.” she moans, hips moving faster when your clits touched.
your moans crescendo, as your both squirt against each other, “fuck,” your scream, as your spasm, at every twitch of your cunt.
mika shifts in between your legs, spreading your pussy with her fingers, “let me clean you up.”
Gonna put a cw on this one just in case
So cw for knifekink, blood, stabbing, cutting, cnc (aftercare written at the end as well)
The Monarchy is corrupt, the people are tired of it, the royals are so full of themselves. The King and Queen are unfair and unjust, so a plan is hatched to overthrow the whole royal family. Your important job is to subdue the prince, to quietly take care of him while the others go after the other royals.
I'm sleeping softly, blissfully unaware as you sneak into the room, until your foot bumps something on the floor. I sit up, panicked and confused, reaching for the little dagger on my nightstand that I was given to keep myself safe should I ever need it. You can tell I have no idea how to use this dagger, im not even holding it right, and my hands are so shaky, it's so easy for you to knock it out of my grip and pin my hands against the wall. You press my own dagger to my throat, digging it in just enough that blood starts to trickle out just a little, beading like dew droplets. You tell me to give you one good reason you shouldn't just kill me now, one good reason to let me live. I panic, stuttering and begging, I'll do anything you want, anything, I promise, just please don't kill me, please, I don't want to die! You smirk, telling me you can think of one good use for me, I would be a pretty cute knife sheath. I'm confused, but have no choice so I agree. You grin, and lead me out of the castle and to my new home, using my pretty little dagger to cut away my royal clothes, leaving little nicks along my skin here and there, eliciting little gasps and whimpers from me. Seeing my pale skin drenched in little rivets of red just turns you on so much, so you grip my hips, then press the handle of the dagger against my now exposed hole. I panic, what are you doing? That couldn't possibly fit! It won't work! You tell me to shut up because sheaths don't talk, gripping my hair harshly, mocking how the prince has turned into such a pathetic little thing over one little knife as you start to slide it inside. It's so ironic, you're fuxking me with the very dagger that was supposed to protect me, how I'm taking it so well, I must be made for this. And oh? I'm so wet now, am I really liking this? How pathetic, oh how the mighty have fallen, accentuated by a particularly hard thrust that has me crying out. You tell me from now on you're gonna test all your knives on me, and then of course store them securely inside me when they're not needed, afterall I'm just a sheath now, that's all I'm good for, and as you say that, I cum pitifully all over the hilt of the dagger inside me.
Aftercare:
Afterwords you gently take it out, talking to me, I did so good for you, such a good boy, it's okay now. And I return the favour, telling you it was so good, I loved it so much, it was exactly what we talked about, it made me feel so good, you did such a good job. We patch up my new wounds, cleaning and disinfecting and bandaging them, finishing with a little kiss to each one. I give you little kisses in return, thanking you again for everything. I get up and return with hot chocolate and then we snuggle and watch a movie together, our snacks already prepared on the nightstand next to us as we smile and share a kiss <3
Your partner calls you into their office saying they've got an online meeting and they'd like to be as comfortable as possible throughout it, all while failing to mention just how long the meeting will go for. Convincing you to let them use your face as their chair. "If you keep me feeling good during the entire meeting, I MIGHT touch you later on", they say with a wink before promptly planting their ass directly on your face. "Now, start making out with my asshole and I'll let you taste my cum later", they say in a demanding tone, grinding their entire backside across your face.
Apparently just your tongue isn't enough stimulation for them as they start grinding more and more against you, their voice hitching every now and then when being asked a question by their employers. It's hard to tell just how much time has passed while you've been squashed between their cheeks, but it has to have been longer than an hour. You hear them tell the people on call that they need to go use the bathroom quickly, before muting their mic and saying, "I hope you're ready for this", and giggling. They grind back so their pussy is right up against your mouth and you can feel how wet they are, having been using you to get themselves off the entire time. "If you don't swallow, it's gonna cover your entire body" they warn. You begin to beg them to just use the toilet when they cut you off by pissing right into your open mouth. You splutter and their piss ends up running down your body as you try and catch as much as you can in your mouth and swallow. "Such a good toilet for me", they say with pride, before reaching down to play with themselves over your mouth until they cum over you, their juices mixing with the piss all over your body. You ask them if they're finished yet but they just sit back on your face, grinding again, with your nose constantly touching up their asshole as the smell overtakes your senses causing you to gag, which, in turn makes them giggle.
The meeting lasted for about another 2 hours. Finally, you were free from the sweaty prison your face was encased in, still sticky while sucking in deep breaths of fresh air. "Now, I DID promise I'd touch you if you did good enough for me, and I keep my promises" they say, eyes twinkling at the excitement they can see on your face. However, unbeknownst to you, their meaning of "touch" isn't as fun as you were expecting it to be, which you realise as you see them getting out the small pink chastity cage which is usually kept for punishments only. You start to whine and they stop you with a stinging slap across your cheek and you quiet down, submitting to them. They then proceed to equip the chastity cage on you, while you sit their, biting your tongue in fear of another slap.
"You made such a perfect chair for me, so it's time for your reward!", they say excitedly, telling you to lean back on your arms, while spreading your legs. You watch them as they seductively walk towards you, wearing nothing but stockings. You see the lust in their eyes as they use their feet to tease you through your cage, unable to feel any actual pleasure as you strain against the weak material. "If you cum like a good toy, I'll give you the best reward I can think of, but if you don't cum from just this stimulation alone.... I hope you're ready for an extreme punishment" they say ominously as they continue feeling you up with their feet alone.
Waking up and your senses are immediately taken over by a musky smell. Trying to force your eyes open bur something is making it difficult, it feels sticky. Finally, you manage to pry your eyes open and you're met with the sight of a huge, slick cock and a hand furiously running along its shaft, slick with sweat. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again" she says as the head of her cock explodes in your face, and you feel it soaking into your hair, and landing around your face on your pillow. you try to turn away and feel a puddle against your cheek and you realise this isn't the first time she's used your face as a cumrag in the last few hours, and not even close to the second.
"Oh hey, you're finally awake. good, I was getting bored of doing all the work myself", she says above you, grabbing your hair and shoving her cock that's somehow still hard down your throat, you gag on the taste, clearly she hasn't washed for a while. you notice a small a glint in her eyes as they take pleasure in your gagging "Oh yeah, I probably should've mentioned that I also needed something to clean my cock, it's been a while", she says with a grunt as they go deeper and deeper. pounding into your cocksleeve of a throat first thing in the morning, making you guzzle down mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of her cum.
After what feels like hours of choking on girl dick, she finally pulls out, rubbing her cock against your face. She moves down and kisses your forehead saying, "Sorry babe, I got super horny last night and you just looked so pretty while sleeping there. it just looked like you were asking for it", as she giggles. "although you look super gross now, so go clean yourself up", she finishes, as she spits in your face and walks away.