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Hot tub back open and I’m DRUNK!
Fatter drunker higher
Combo or hoot n shoot, whatever you call it, here it is.
I look like a drunk piece of shit. Haha. I’m not mad.
Combo or hoot n shoot, whatever you call it, here it is.
I look like a drunk piece of shit. Haha. I’m not mad.
Spent half of my shift yesterday passing one of me coworkers vapes between me and him talking abt the different girls he’s run through, how fucking huge his dick is apparently, getting high, and his plans for the future and let me tell you I am weak willed and wet I hope he gets me blazed and decides to use me until I’m creamed and crying. It was great bc he’s 6’4 and I’m 5’3 and he kept handing the thingie back to me and I was just so buzzed and tryna keep up even though I don’t have nearly as much tolerance as him…I was so so ready to be plowed dude.
Update: we did this once more, told him that I’ve touched others and sucked people off, strapped them, etc. but I am still a virgin…he started taunting me abt it…save me save me yall save me
not arguing w a girl who likes cnc somno play whatever you say princess by the way drink this for me please yes all of it
Redirecting Your Focus:
You’re sitting in the armchair in your living room, idly aware of the sounds of the TV in the background as you read your novel. It’s an 800 page brick of non-fiction covering a small period of French history that you’ve been tearing into since you got it at the beginning of the week, after you’d finished another massive tome on the Ottoman Empire. Sometimes you could get so lost in your books, that you forgot all about the world around you. But that hunger for knowledge, the absolute need to simply absorb every piece of information about history, or anthropology, or philosophical theory you could was something you’d carried with you from a young age and never been able to shake, even if it did get in the way of nearly everything else in your life a whole lot of the time.
The sound of a soft clink on the accent table next to you brings you back to reality, and you see your boyfriend, quietly setting down a cup of tea for you before lying down on the couch next to your chair and beginning to flip through channels. He’s so understanding, never begrudging you for spending hours upon hours, or even an entire night sometimes engrossed in a book. Not like your old boyfriends, who complained about you not wanting to go out enough, or trying to feel you up while you were trying to learn something new. No, he’s happy just to bring you a cup of tea, and occupy himself quietly in your company. You couldn’t have asked for any better, really.
You take a quick sip of the tea, eyes not budging from your page, and idly notice that it’s noticeably sweet, almost floral, not like the chamomile or earl grey you typically keep stocked in the cabinet. Had he gone out and bought his own? You don’t wonder for long, your train of thought carried away following line after line of small-print text.
As you sit there in your chair, trying to process and memorize the countless names and dates in your reading materiel, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, quickly brought to the point of nearly sweating. You pull off your sweater and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it off of your shoulders, and try to go back to focusing on the book. After a few more pages, a drop of liquid hits the page, smudging the ink, causing the letters to bleed into one another. Are you sweating so much that you’re literally dripping onto your book? No…suddenly you’re aware that your mouth is hanging open, and a slow, thin stream of drool is trickling off of your lips and down your chin. Another drip hits the page, causing the ink to bleed, blurring a few more words together, and you find that even the dry parts of the page are starting to look a little bit blurry too. Your…your head feels blurry. Your thoughts feel blurry. Muffled and far away, your boyfriend’s voice calls out to you, “More tea, honey?”
You don’t even really process what he’d said, but your body responds, and your hands, feeling somewhat numb and not totally your own, reach over and pick up the teacup, putting it to your lips. You take a deeper drink of the tea this time, and its floral notes feel potent somehow, intoxicating even. As you gently place the teacup back onto the table, you feel the drool leaking from your mouth like a faucet, covering your breasts and leaving them glistening in the lamplight. What…what’s happening? You glance over to your boyfriend, slightly alarmed at the state you’re suddenly in, but he’s not looking at you, he’s watching the TV, and when you try to speak up to get his attention, the sound that comes out is far from words, instead a whiney, high pitched, “Nnnghhhh”. You’re alarmed by how petulant you sound, like a child begging for a toy at the store, not a tone you’d ever normally use for anything. But the panic at your inability to form words seems overpowered by a need, a hunger even, coming from somewhere deep in your mind, to fill your mouth with something. Something big. Something warm.
Your heavy book clatters to the floor, and you follow it soon after, dropping to your knees, your entire body shaking with need and desire. Spit trickles to the hardwood floor below you, and you crawl towards the couch, small, soft whines escaping your lips every few seconds. It feels like agony, your wet, warm mouth being so empty, all your spit going to waste all over the floor. Your boyfriend looks down at you, a calm smile on his face, and begins to unbuckle his pants. You need his cock to fill your empty, empty mouth, more than anything, and you need what’s inside his cock to flood your empty, empty throat. You need the sensation of his hand on your head, guiding you, to fill your aching, empty mind. You can feel that you’ve soaked through your panties and are beginning to leak through your leggings now too, they’re sticking to you as you rub your wet, warm thighs together, desperate for any friction at all to alleviate the absolute ache between your legs. As his cock springs free from his boxers, you moan out loud, the mere sight of it enough to lessen the begging in your mind, and cause the wet warmth between your legs to grow hotter and more intense. You can wait no longer, you engulf his cock into your mouth, absorbing his length down your throat, soaking it in your spit and wrapping it in your warmth. You feel full, you feel good, you feel content. You let an idle hand drift between your legs, and your leggings are so thin and wet that you can rub yourself straight through them. You moan onto the cock filling your mouth, filling your throat, filling your mind, a steady, “Mmmm….mmmmm…..mmmm” as you bob up and down, strands of spit soaking your neck and your tits, lubricating your entire body for the cock that’s fucking the thoughts right out of your head.
No thoughts left, just a warm, wet ache that sends a warm, numb pleasure shivering through your entire body when you satisfy it by pushing your master’s warm, throbbing cock further and further down your warm, wet throat. A voice getting further and further away know that there’ll be no going back once you suck out all of his thick, warm cum. You can only let out a muffled moan onto the thick, warm cock throbbing and twitching between your lips, a moan that confirms that to be unable to go back is all you could hope for. “Nnnnghhhhh…..mmmmmm…..nnnnnggghh”
I’ve always been a loner. I had some trouble making friends growing up but was overall pretty outgoing and could fake it with the best of them. I had a handful of people I called friends my entire life, but always I kept them at arms length. I knew I was different. i’ve always been a pervert, too. I dont even bother wondering why anymore or trying to figure out what made me this way, It doesn’t matter. I’ve always been this curious needy thing. I don’t have any hope for that changing.
It’s something I’ve come to accept, though it took some work especially in my existential teenage years. I use to struggle so with the shame of it all, I drowned in my own desire and resented myself for it. All my life I’d been a freak. There had been no escaping it or explaining it away, and those nights spent groveling in the shame of submission while trying to fight it off and hating myself for aching to be pushed toward the edge made me what I am now. Still a freak, but self aware and at peace with having some wires crossed.
As an adult I focus strongly on what I CAN control in life. In fact I try to control every aspect of my life, down to the smallest detail. Every calorie I consume is counted for, every minute of the day is scheduled with some chore or task. I keep my hair dyed and fixed, my makeup on daily, and my outfits specifically set aside the night before. I am efficient at keeping my home and body clean and tidy, keeping dinner on the table nightly and laundry upkept diligently. I’ve been reading more into these Bimbo rules and ideologies, and I’ve never felt more seen. I’ve also been reading up about Misogyny and the natural role of females in history and society, and I am now entirely sure of it. I am a traditional bimbo, a homemaker, I am anything my Man wants me to be. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be seen, to be controlled, to be craved so deeply, thought of constantly. I’ve always wanted to be kept pristine and on display but also of use by cooking dinners for Men but keeping my waist in check, by cleaning the house daily and my body daily always making sure I look my 100 percent best for Men. That is my purpose. To be a bimbo cumdump maid for Men.
I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been since I came to that realization and started living accordingly. I do my lashes and makeup daily, have a cleaning routine daily, am in a calorie deficit, and only consume bimbo/misogynist media! I am working on updating my wardrobe and trying hard to find links for good hypnosis!! I also read that drinking or smoking daily can help change your mindset and personality so I decided to become a drunk bimbo! It’s been fantastic. I get cute and drunk and do my little tasks around town like grocery shopping and getting coffee and all the Men are soo nice to me! It’s like they can sense it.
I work every day on being the bestest hottest drunk bimbo cumdump I can be!! I hope to further develop my new bimbo self and hope to update in the future!!
Comment if you enjoy this confession and if you have tips for me in this journey!💘
I went for a jog today and took wine with me instead of water and I like, totally had a great time!! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my tank top was suuuper tight my nipples were on display the entire time! It was also a little chilly so they were xxxtra hard hehe and my shorts were so short the bottom of my ass cheeks were visible a little bit! I love being a Bimbo💘
Nothing makes me happier and hornier than being micromanaged by a sadistic Man🥰🤭 I fucking love it. My pussy stays sooo wet from obeying and letting myself be controlled daily, having to ask for permission to go to the bathroom and eat, etc. Like fuck yesss Daddy own me!!
190 cal meal replacement shake for breakfast
386 cal veggie/fruit/deli meat/boiled egg plate
goal is less than 1000 cals a day💘
So happy with today!! I did everything I was suppose to do, ate exactly what I was suppose to eat, edged and now I’m getting highhh :) Being a Bimbo is better. Being dumb makes horny, being horny makes me happy!! I might not even eat dinner, just leave it at the veggies and such from earlier. I love being a drunk rexxie Bimbo💘🖤⛓️
Bimbo has logged on for the day! I’m sipping my wine for breakfast and about to go for a run! 💘🖤
I just went for my run!! There was an old guy sitting on a chair watching all the girls go round the track and I loved him watchijg me!! My nipples are definitely peeking through my sports bra and these leggings are even tighter now that ive been wearing them while getting hot and working up a sweat. Wish someone would come grope me😭
Okayyyy im drunk 🥳haha and also just finished cleaning the house! Now Bimbo is about to shower, dry her hair and apply her stupid Bimbo makeup!! Ill be back!! Suggest some bimbo ish songs for me to listen to while im showering!! Gonna shave all smooth and soft even my arms!! hehe
Soooo fucking cold. fuckkk. once the water gets to my shoulders ill set a timer for 5-10 mins. edging while doikg so!!
As i lay in this ice cold bath, i wanna take the time to reflect. I deserve this. Not only to burn calories but to remind me of my place. beneath Men. any and all Men are above me. I am nothing but a stupid, pathetic, drunk and horny Bimbo who does anything Men say. And i really love it, honestly. I actually hate how much i love freezing in this cold water, eating less fhan 1000 cals a day and drinking gin daily because its the lowest cal alcohol i can find. I hate myself for how low i will sink for approval from Men online, for making cocks hard and cum. This water is legit freezing and im covered to my shoulders. The timer hasnt gone off yet. I have 6 mins and 20 sec left. Once the timer has gone off Ill edge my bimbo slit with my painfully long stupid nails until its time to prep dinner. Im in loveeee with this degenerate bimbo lifestyle. I adore being a gender traitor cumrag!! It isnt just about losing weight and being hot at tjis point. Its about keeping tjis feelimg snd obeying as much as i physically and mentally can. Erase me and build me from yoir fantasy. im jus a girl, after all 💘
Good morning!! Bimbo is awake and edging! No meal replacement shake today, I did so good yesterday with not eating (i only had some nuts, fruit, and 5 bites of soup all day long) that i wanna try and go further !! Ive lost only 1 pound so far
Hit me upppp , whenever the liqour store opens ill ne on my way to get some drank!! lol and probably gonna wear a mesh shirt so mt tits are clearly visible!!
Forever wishing this app still had live lol
i need other sites to go live on!!