can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
I think having sex with kids is bad but i dont wanna lose all the good u do on here
As a CSA victim myself, I don’t think adults should be fucking children. I just don’t think there should be any demographic of people who can be used as an excuse to kill or even harm anyone else by existing, because the specter of the pedophile is actively used by white supremacists and transmisogynists as an excuse to kill and harm Black and Transfemme people, CSA victims, and cause actual CSA prevention tools/centers to be unable to help victims because they must wade through a sea of useless and hyperbolic reports. I’m a staunch abolitionist and believe every person has the right to bodily autonomy including the right to not be killed or harmed unless EVERY POSSIBLE OTHER METHOD OF REPARATION AND RECONCILIATION HAS FAILED. Unless it is an act of self defense or an individual, group, or organization refuses to stop actively harming others where violence has become the only answer, nobody should be being killed, harmed, or exiled in the name of a false premise of “justice” as a first, second, third, or anything but last responses.
None of us are free until all of us are free, including those we hate, those we fear, those we detest. As long as there is a way to make any demographic of people into a monster who anything can be done to, you, too, can be named as that monster and have anything done to you.
That’s why I believe too that, despite everything I’ve seen them do, they’ve done to me and others, to this world, even the absolute sludge of humanity like white people deserve inalienable and equal human rights as real people
Let it be known that if staff ever gets around to killing me here, I have 0 actual pedo content on my 13 year old blog like the anti-ISFF brigade are hunting for, and they killed me for being a Black transfemme cripple that hates whites, was loudly pro-Black and Abolitionist, and wouldn’t let people say that killing anyone they can label as something for fun with no actual proof is good, actually.
Speaking as someone who has actually had multiple people threaten them with lynching, who’s been falsely accused of everything under the sun to justify extrajudicial “justice” within communities, who has been functionally enslaved in the current age and heard and shared the stories of others who have been as well:
Those of you who behave this way would’ve been having picnics and taking family photos as strange fruit hung not too long ago, and I hope that until you change and better yourself, the fate you deserved then and now hunts you like you did every person you’ve doggedly done everything you could to make sure that they would die by their own hand. You will find that selling out others, being “the good ones”, will not save you even before they run out of targets, and soon, it’ll be you hounded in your every waking moment. May this be an impetus to change, before your meat feeds the pack you once ran with.
My sister and I love to fantasize. She's got an inch on me and I'm not short, but we like to imagine that difference is so much bigger than it actually is. Like, to the scale of her being a giantess and me fitting in the palm of her hand.
While apart, we shared an erotic fantasy where she was on her bed touching herself, and a very tiny me was laying between her breasts and touching myself while watching her whole body heave around me. I ended up actually writing more and making a little fitting for myself after we logged off to each fuck ourselves (together but apart) to sleep. Our relative sizes are at least somewhat inconsistent, but fuck it, it's hot.
Big sister was breathing so heavy as she touched herself. Laying between her titties I could feel my whole body lifting and falling with her chest. It was so delicious hearing big sister's fingers sliding in and out of her perfect pussy, even if I couldn't see anything from where I was. I was so aroused my hand rubbing my clit wasn't enough, and so I turned to my side and grabbed on to sister's breast. Grinding my clit into her massive titty felt so wonderful, and hearing big sis coo with pleasure made my skin flush and the tip of my clit leak everywhere it rubbed.
Still not enough for a greedy tiny little sister ♥️👄 hearing big sister squirt the first time and the guttural moan she let out drove me mad with excitement, and I started climbing up her huge boobie. Grabbing on to her nipple with both hands I rubbed up and down, squeezing gently. I needed to taste it. I needed to drink every drop of her. We locked eyes, breath heavy with lust, and my sister nodded at me desperately. First licking, and then sucking whatever amount of her nipple I could fit in my mouth. Sis's nipple hardened in my mouth, filled me more and we both moaned deep. I could hear her fingers working harder, faster between her legs.
I could feel with my eyes closed when my sister's hand started closing around her titty, squeezing, massaging, like she was milking herself into me. Looking back up to her face, I saw her mouth hanging open, tongue reaching out just a little, breath heavy with want. I kept watching her mouth as I felt and saw myself moving closer and closer to those luscious lips, that delicious tongue. Big sis was lifting her whole breast toward her face, inch by inch, tongue extending. She licked across her puckered areola toward me, then across what nipple didn't fit in my mouth, across my face, down my back, across my ass and down my legs. Pulling back for just a moment to lock eyes with me, my sister's eyes closed as her mouth opened wide and sucked both all of me and a sizeable amount of her breast into her mouth.
Oh God, feeling her mouth all around me, saliva coating me, tongue rubbing everywhere as she sucked and tasted my whole self. Her mouth is so powerful I'm pulled off of her nipple, and as sister's focus switches more to her nipple I end up pressed against the back of her mouth. She could swallow me at any second, even by accident. But she's so perfect, so careful, that my trust for her is perfect too. I lose myself in the sensation of her tongue and titty mashing my body against the inside of big sister's mouth. The very vibrations of her moans of passion resonate through every party of me and I squirt. My lungs burn, its been so long since I took a breath but I am in absolute ecstacy. Finally I feel the pressure relent and I fall gently out of my big sister's mouth, and lay there in her cleavage, absolutely spent.
She's not done though and I can tell just by the noises she's making. Fingers close delicately around my body as I'm lifted up and I travel down the vastness of her body in moments. My face rubs through big sis's fur before coming into contact with her beautiful clit. I have no ability to control my body now, even if I wanted to or had the energy, she has a grip on me and my body is hers to use. My sister is so wet and her wetness so sweet that my clit is hard again in an instant. All of me is running again and again across her clit, down to the edges of her entrance, and back again. She squirting small orgasms but for me it's a flood every time. I catch my breath when I can, and drink every drop I can get away with.
Big sister lifts her legs up and into a wide v, and I know what's coming next. I take in a deep, powerful breath as she realigns my body at her entrance, locking it in in the last moment before I feel my self slide deep inside her. She holds me there, still, for a few moments and I feel her adjust to the pressure, and I move my hands into a place where I know I can hit tender pleasure spots for her. My big sister deserves the best, and little sisters are for making big sisters cum over and over. She told me so that I'd know. So that I could be a good slut for her.
As my breath becomes hard, I can feel myself being pulled out from her pussy. I catch a breath quickly before being plunged back in. Over and over I can feel her driving me in and out, in and out. I'm covered in so much of her squirt, and I've swallowed so much. I fear I may be more squirt than sister. I catch a breath every opportunity I can.
Then I feel it. The desperation in the thrusting, the bucking of hips, the trembling of her walls. My sister is about to have a massive orgasm, and she could very well crush me if she loses control. Again though, I have perfect trust, as I know she cares for her little girl enough to never let anything bad happen to me, her beautiful little sister, her sexy little toy. Still, I feel it when she cums, the big one. I am squeezed tight, and I can hear her screams outside through the walls of her body. I feel her hand let go of me and I get pulled fully deep inside. Pressure on every part of me threatens to crush me, and I climax too. Our squirt mixes together inside her, and I feel my vision fading in my ecstasy.
I wake up I think seconds later. My big sister has pulled me out of her pussy and laid me back on her chest. She strokes her finger along my back, across my face, encouraging me back to the world of awareness. Her smile when she sees my eyes open could compete with the sun for its brilliance, and my big sister breaks out into happy giggles. We tell each other just how much we love each other, and how good we each did, and how well we've pleased each other, all the way into we fall asleep, covered in our magic potion.
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So yeah. That's it. Fuck I need to touch myself again.
I want to be someone's hot mom. I want to wander into their hangout with their friends wearing nothing but a sports bra and offering snacks. And my daughter is incredibly embarassed because her friends are obviously staring me up and I'm just smiling so obliviously. They were supposed to hang out and do their nails but they're all just staring out the window and watching how I jiggle when I'm doing work on the garden. I could be Stacy's mom.
woman with a perfectly erotic body who is her pervert little sister's doll that she dresses up in any lewd costume she can dream of (and also her free-use fucktoy, but that comes after) 🤍
Twin sister with opposite styles dressing each other up like dolls in their cloths.
Goth sister putting her sporty sis in fish nets and corsets watching her twins pussy get wet and she takes off sporty sis bra and panties
Sporty sis seeing how flustered her sister gets when she makes her walk around the house with just her sports Jersey on and panties so the whole family sees her pretty pussy
@.cisfleshlight here! tumblr is lesbophobic so my account has sadly gotten terminated :( that frustrated me a little and I don't know if I will be posting as much now but anyways !! please rb so I can find my moots ? </3
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