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You thought about me? When you came? Do it again
truly my favorite aspects of pregnancy has to be the lost of control.
thereās just something so hot about how at a certain point, you canāt stop the changes that is going to happen to your body when growing a baby. the baby is just going to keep growing and you just have to let it happen. let your belly, once slim and flat, now so giant and round. the weight of it making your back arch and you moanā¦
and thatās not it either. because the way your body transforms? it doesnāt just snap back to your previous self after that baby is birthed. no. all of it stays. stretch marks stay, hips are permanently widened⦠sometimes itās hard to shake off that baby weight too, a new softness to your figure that wasnāt there before the baby. while that huge belly is gone, the way your childbearing hips sway as you walk tells the whole world just how you were once bred. shows people passing by just how fertile you are
and how your body is just begging to get knocked up all over again
Reblog if you'd let a tgirl turn your womb into her personal cum dump <3
What if you already did š¤
"im not on birth control" is a secret password that makes the girl rearranging your guts fuck you even harder
LMAO
If you donāt drink your water, how are you going to be a good girl and squirt hard later huh? Exactly, drinkā¦
I want a man to hurt me
Hurt me to fix me
It was too hot. She was too hot.
Luckily though, her roommate had lent her his fan! Nice of him. He was nice.
The fan was maybe a little old and beaten up, but that was fine, It was certainly a lot better than nothing, and she definitely appreciated it. It didnāt make her cooler, really, but it made her less warm, which made all the difference to her right at that moment. She sprawled, she sweated slightly, she stared into space, she let the air be shoved over her.
And then she let her stare move from space towards the fan, just because.
It was, as said, a little old. How old she couldnāt say but her roommate had clearly had it for some time given how rough the thing was looking - and sounding. Fans often had a constant, soporific drone, but something about this one was particularlyā¦
⦠she couldnāt quite describe it. āRelaxingā felt too strong for just a fan, but it was certainly not unpleasant to listen to.
Looking at it, she was also starting to appreciate how beaten up the thing was. The blades, specifically. She hadnāt noticed before sheād turned it on, but now it was spinning it was more obvious. The blades were scuffed and scratched and this didnāt mean it worked any worse, of course, but it did mean that now they were spinning all of them were sort of smearing and spinning and blurring together andā¦
⦠andā¦
She was staring. Listening to the fan. Buzzing humming. What had she been thinking about?
Her roommate was so niceā¦
Oh yeah, the fan. The blades. The marks on them. The weird nice smeary shape they made when the blades spun. Because it was a shape, or at least something that looked like a shape. Lines? Something. Something moving to the middle. She couldnāt quite describe it no matter how much she stared and she really was staring and staring, listening to the nice humming buzzing sound, her roommate was so nice, so caring, her roommate looked after herā¦
What had she been thinking about?Ā
It was so hot. Even with the fan it was too hot. She needed to take her clothes off. Yes. It was too hot to be wearing anything, yes. Naked. She quickly stripped down, doing the best she could not to look away from the fan as she did so - what was that shape? She could have sworn it looked like something. If she stared at a little longer she could work it outā¦
Yes. Naked was better. She felt better. This was good. She felt good. Staring, listening. Focus. Her roommate was so nice. He looked after her. He made her feel safe. It was good to listen to him. She should listen to him more. Like how she was listening to the fan humming buzzing nice and safe keep staring. It was okay her legs were spreading. Just too hot, thatās all.
Spinning shapes like a spiral, she realises. Around and around spinning spinning. Pulls to the middle. Kept pulling her eyes to the middle. Could look away if she wanted. Easy. Just didnāt want to, that was all. Didnāt need to. Wanted to keep staring. Eyes in the middle. Safe. Her roommate kept her safe. Focus. Listening. Needed to listen to him more. Good girls listen. Humming buzzing listen focus stare.
She was thinking about something, only not really because she couldnāt really think. Too hot for thinking. Buzzy hummy spinning focus. Just an idea in her head. A sense. A need. A want.Ā
What was itā¦
She wanted to touch herself. Yes. Thatās why her hand was between her legs. She wanted to. That was what was in her head. Touch herself. Listen focus stare touch play switch off. Thatās what she wanted to do. Her idea. She wanted to.
So she did.
The sun had long set by the time her roommate came in to see how she was doing. It was too dark for her to keep staring at the fan but she hadnāt moved anyway. She could play, she could listen, she wanted to play, she wanted to listen. That was how he found her. Slumped, legs spread, lazily rubbing, drooling. When he turned the fan off she whined.
The sudden silence was a void. None of her thoughts rushed in to fill it, because theyād all gone quiet and disappeared. She didnāt know what to do, what to think. She felt scared.
Then she heard him. His voice. His voice filled the void, swallowed the silence, made her safe. His voice was her thoughts and there wasnāt anything to worry about. He said to keep playing, and so she did. He said she was his now, and so she was. He said she wanted to suck his cock, and so when she felt the head of it pass between her lips she groaned and did just that.Ā
He was so nice. He looked after her. He kept her safe. He owned her.
And sheād forgotten all about how hot it wasā¦
sperm can live for days inside you, so don't worry if you're too busy to spread your legs every day, just make sure there's always some swimming around
Yallā¦.
I been a mess and I am wanting to just go walk into the night until someone does something bad to me. I donāt know how I am going to drag myself through the rest of July.
So, instead I sit on the porch listening to the fireworks dying down slowly and try to get stoned.
I just need a man to get me really fucking baked and let the cnc begin.
I turned my location off so my partner canāt find where you are taking me.
Take me to a place so fucking hard to find and help me escape the burden of my responsibilities.
Iām just a sad daddy/boy tonight. But Iām about to eat and that should help. But does anyone want to text/sext with this trans daddy bear?
A lot of people into dykebreaking like to, as a part of the kink, turn their dykes into good little traditional straight women.
not me.
I want to fuck a dyke, and everything that comes with that. Cut your hair short, go around in a sports bra, have a husky voice, talk shit about men. You can even tell me about how much you like women. But at the end of the day youāre still slobbering over my cock and balls.
When I say I want to fuck a dyke, I want to fuck a dyke, not a straight woman with extra steps.
set a timer for your sub for 10 minutes. tell it it has until the timer goes off to make itself cum. if it doesn't cum in that time, it doesn't cum at all.
record the amount of time it takes to cum. set the next timer for that amount of time. see if it can beat its own record.
repeat. and repeat. and repeat. how fast and pathetic can it be? how much can you ruin it's stamina? can you get to the point where it cums within mere minutes of being touched? seconds?
once it's trained like this do away with the timer. start employing strict punishments for cumming too quickly/without permission. you've primed it to fail.
you're welcome.