I’ve had this account for sometime now. And have mostly been satisfied with creeping on depraved blogs that get me all wet and insanely horny which naturally leads to rubbing on out. Well technically thats not true because you can never really stop at one now can you?
But y’all are so creative with your dirty twisted minds that leaves one wanting more ;) So feel free to send DMs and Asks. The naughtier and depraved the better. Can never say no to stimulus.
Kinks: bdsm, nipple play, intox, cnc, lactation (though I cannot) humiliation, freeuse, stag and vixen and the list goes on. There is always an intellectual element that comes into play for me before the physical. I am prefer bottoming but I do switch it up on rare occasion if the experience shows promise and I love being in that headspace when I do top 😉.
For those who are curious about me… I am brown girl, 5’0 tall 50kg who is a rebel at heart always curious about pushing boundaries of the mind.
And if am active on the blog chances are that I am intoxicated or extremely horny but most likely both. Poison of choice? 420
free use is hot, using them throughout the day slowly grabbing them from time to time and shoving my cock in any hole i want, "doesn't matter if you're on a call or if you're cooking or reading a book, just take it everytime baby that's what sextoys are for anyway." gradually filling them up over and over again and watching them turn into a sticky pathetic mess. just to touch themselves to me sleeping because i've corrupted them so much into the perfect sexdoll.
“I love having you as my free use sex toy," I say, my voice dripping with lust. "You're always available, always ready to take my cock whenever I want."
You're sitting on the couch, reading a book, when I walk up behind you and grab your hips. "Time for a quick fuck, baby," I say, my cock already hard and ready.
You try to protest, but I just laugh and shove my cock into your pussy. "Doesn't matter if you're busy, baby," I say, my hips thrusting back and forth. "You're my sex toy, and I'll use you whenever I want."
You try to hold onto your book, but it falls to the floor as I fuck you harder and harder. Your phone rings, but I just ignore it and keep fucking you. "Don't answer it, baby," I say. "You're too busy being my sex toy."
After a few minutes, I pull out and cum all over your ass. You're left sitting there, covered in my cum, as I walk away laughing.
But I'm not done yet. A few hours later, I find you in the kitchen, cooking dinner. I walk up behind you and grab your hips, shoving my cock into your ass this time. "Time for another quick fuck, baby," I say, my hips thrusting back and forth.
You try to protest again, but I just laugh and keep fucking you. "You're my sex toy, baby," I say. "I'll use you whenever I want, wherever I want."
As the day goes on, I use you again and again, each time cumming inside you or all over your body. You're left a sticky, pathetic mess, but you don't seem to care. You just smile and take it, every time.
As the night comes to a close, I find you lying in bed, exhausted. I climb in beside you and grab your hand, placing it on my cock. "Touch yourself to me, baby," I say, my voice soft and soothing. "I want to feel your hands on me, even in your sleep."
You smile and start to stroke my cock, your eyes drifting closed as you fall asleep. I watch you for a moment, a smile on my face. You're the perfect sex doll, always available and always willing to take my cock.
You belong lashed to your own bed, spread eagled, with a vibrator hanging from the ceiling, just resting against your clit. Just enough stimulation to edge but not enough friction to cum, so that every time you thrust against it, it harmlessly swings away. Left like that for hours, gagged and helpless, sobbing tears of frustration and drooling all over yourself, when suddenly you see a red light flash on in the darkness.
Every moment of your humiliation live-streamed to the world while you whimper and moan and buck your hips like a bitch in heat. All modesty gone as your most vulnerable moments are laid bare for all to see. Face flushing bright red as you feel your stomach churn and tighten.
Shutting your eyes tight and wordlessly begging "no, not like this," as the degredation finally pushes you over the edge.
i want a bf/gf that’s just obsessed with my tits. can’t leave them alone for one second, always squeezing, pulling, sucking at them. maybe they clamp my nipples whenever they’re not gonna be around, pull them off when they get back just to suck so hard they bruise. even in public they’re pulling off my shirt to grope me in front of their friends, offer me up as a fun toy if they’re all bored. honestly with all the attention it wouldn’t be long til my tits are swelling and leaking milk, and that only doubles their interest. all night they leave pumps on my sore tits until there’s not a moment of the day i’m not leaking milk. friends come over for a coffee and they make me lean over the table so i can be milked into their drink. just so hot
Rotation. The blunt comes back to you, its tip glowing a warm, promising orange in the dim room. You take a long, slow drag, holding the smoke deep in your lungs until your head feels light and floaty. The edges of the room are getting soft, the low rumble of the guys’ laughter blending into the music. You pass it on, your fingers clumsy, your whole body humming with a pleasant buzz.
You just want more.
The next time the blunt comes around, the guy next to you holds it just out of your reach. He’s got a lazy smirk on his face.
"You want another hit?" he asks, his voice a low drawl.
You nod, your eyes fixed on the thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling. You can almost taste it.
"Gotta earn it," another one chimes in from across the circle. "Do something slutty for us."
The other guys chuckle in agreement. Your cheeks flush hot, but the craving for another hit is a physical ache in your chest. You need to get higher. You need to chase that feeling until you disappear completely.
"Like what?" you hear yourself ask, your voice sounding small and distant.
"Grab your tits," he says, his eyes glinting. "Let’s see you play with them a little."
For a second, you hesitate. Then you look at the blunt, so close. It’s an easy trade. Your hands, feeling like they belong to someone else, move up to the front of your shirt. You cup your breasts, the fabric rough against your palms. You give them a squeeze. A cheer goes through the room.
He grins and hands you the blunt. You take the deepest drag yet, the smoke searing your throat in the best way. The world tilts, and you melt back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.
The next round, it’s the same game. The blunt is held hostage.
"Something else," another voice demands. "Take something off."
The world is syrupy now, your thoughts a slow, happy river. The idea isn't embarrassing anymore. It’s just part of the game. Part of the price. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in just your jeans and a plain black bra. Their eyes are all over you, hungry and dark. You're starting to feel a different kind of high, one that starts between your legs. You get your reward, sucking down the smoke greedily.
You’re so fucking high. Your head is a messy puddle of pleasure and fog. When the blunt is denied again, a genuine whine escapes your lips. You’re desperate.
"You really want it that bad?" the guy next to you asks, a real challenge in his voice this time. He sounds like he’s joking. "Fine. Get over here and bounce on my cock for it."
The room goes quiet. They’re all watching you, waiting for you to blush and refuse. They think they’ve finally found your limit.
But the thought isn’t even shocking. It’s… right. The idea slides into your hazy mind and fits perfectly.
Without a word, you push yourself off the couch and crawl over to him. You hear the sharp intake of breath from the other guys. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You look up at him, and his smirk is gone, replaced by stunned, raw hunger.
His cock is already thick and hard, springing free from his jeans. You reach out, your hand closing around him, and he groans. You don’t hesitate. You slip your jeans and panties off, then guide yourself down onto his lap, the blunt head of his cock pressing into your pussy.
You start to bounce. Softly at first, then with more purpose, grinding down. It's so intense. This is better than the weed. So much better.
Then, hands are on you. Someone is behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, another guy’s mouth is on your neck, sucking hard. Your bra is unhooked and pulled away. Hands cup your bare breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they’re aching pebbles.
You’re pulled off his lap and pushed down onto your hands and knees on the floor. Someone’s tongue invades your mouth while another positions his cock at your entrance.
He shoves inside you without warning. You scream, but it’s a sound of pure pleasure. He fucks you hard and rough, his hips slamming against you. Before you can even catch your breath, another cock replaces the tongue, thrusting into your waiting mouth. You take it all, gagging as you suck, your eyes rolling back in your head.
The cock in your mouth pulls out, leaving you gasping, your throat aching. The one fucking you from behind slams into you one last time, his hot cum flooding your pussy as he groans your name. He collapses onto your back, spent.
For a moment, there’s a lull. The room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and stale smoke. You’re on all fours, trembling, your mind a blissful, empty void. Then the craving hits again.
You turn your head, your eyes hazy and searching. Another guy is kneeling in front of you, his cock thick and ready in his hand. Your mouth waters.
"Another hit," you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think. "Please… I need another hit."
He understands the new game perfectly. He grabs your hair and guides your mouth onto his cock. You take him in eagerly, sucking down on him like you’re trying to pull smoke from an ember. You suck until he’s groaning, until his hips start to buck, until he’s pushing your head down, fucking your throat. He comes fast, a hot, thick rush you swallow without thinking.
He pulls out. Another is already there to take his place.
It becomes a rhythm. A new rotation. They use your mouth, your pussy, your ass. You’re passed between them, a communal toy. And with every new cock, you beg for it.
"One more hit… please," you whine as you’re flipped onto your back, your legs pulled wide open.
A new guy settles between them, his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He slides in and you cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled all over again making you squirm. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking every brutal thrust. Your head lolls to the side, and you see another cock waiting by your mouth. You don’t even need to be told. You open wide and take it, your cheek pressed to the ground, your body being used from both ends.
You take their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, making them groan and shudder. You don't stop until they’re spent, until they’ve given you everything.
Finally, you’re lying on the floor, a slick, trembling mess. Your body is a beautiful ruin of spit and sweat and their cum. You’re dazed, your muscles aching. But the craving is still there, a low thrum deep inside you.
"One… more… hit…" you whisper to the ceiling, your voice barely there.
They surround you. Standing over you, their cocks all hard again, slick and dripping. You look up at them through barely open eyes, your mouth falling slack in invitation. This is it. The final, perfect drag.
One by one, they give you what you’ve been begging for. Hot streams of cum cover your face, your tits, your stomach. It splashes across your cheeks, drips from your chin, paints your body white. You just lie there, taking it all, a gasp leaving your lips with each new volley. Drenched and shaking under the weight of their release, you finally feel it. The high you've been chasing.
