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For those of you sending dick pics via email. Wow. Thank you. Every single one of you is gorgeous. Every single time, my cunt twitches and my fingers almost always make their way to my clit. But I don’t share/post pics, and I can’t respond to you privately on tumblr. :(
To answer the question in this particular one, I probably get 2-3 pics a day, more or less. Except Sundays. People seem to still retain the idea that you should be a better person and not send strangers pics of your cock on Sundays.
As for the gap…would you believe I’ve never gotten a submission from a chick?
You're back! I'm ecstatic!
Me too! I’m glad I’m not the only one. :)
Bloppi blopp
I love the sound of cum slapping down on my face after a good face fuck! Such lovely onomatopoeia, anon. Truly a legend among anons.
So these were sent within an hour or two of each other. Had he left it at the one, I might have entertained an actual answer, despite the slight turns of language that were already whispering that he wouldn’t be able to handle me or my response (not that it would stop me from sucking his cock happily, of course).
Oh but that second, impatient and petulant ask. As if you have to answer what I am, anon. As if I haven’t made it clear that yes, I do know. I know my purpose but I also know that “me and other men” screams complex complex complex! Try it off anon; try it without automatically assuming that your cock comes before others.
Here’s a hint, boys. Do not try to assert your dominance on a woman who has willingly offered her submission. Allow me to do it for you. It is far more scintillating, commanding, and seductive when I have already bowed myself before you to acknowledge that I have done so than to try to teach me a lesson I have already learned.
It doesn’t matter where I’m going, it’s important that my walk, my outfit, my face, my attitude, all advertise that I am nothing more than this dripping, sloppy mess between my legs. So today I pulled on the shortest skirt I had, slipped into a pair of teeteringly-high heels and tugged off my thong, finally ready to go grocery shopping. Being conscious of the little changes means maybe making someone’s day better.
It means the stock boy with those horrendous glasses got jerk-off materials and a story to tell his friends. Maybe next time he’ll be bold enough to offer me one of those cucumbers he was unloading.
It means that middle-aged man got a picture to group-chat to his buddies...two, actually, once I realized what he was doing and spread my legs a little wider for him.
It means that, if I loiter for long enough outside the supermarket after, the butcher who told me I was “Grade A Meat” might come out on his smoke break and fuck me by the dumpsters.
It means that every man who got a glimpse of my glistening hole as I bent at the waist to get something from the bottom shelf, or watched my tits jiggle as I tried to jump for something out of reach, every man who watched my nipples harden in the ice cream aisle--they all know what a dripping, pathetic, inconsequential collection of skin, meat, and holes I am.
It is my job to please men. It is my job to make my function known, to advertise my worth, and I should take every opportunity to do so.
PSA
I have never written a post without having at least one of my stupid dripping holes stuffed while writing. Usually it’s my cunt, but often I’ll plug my ass while shoving my fingers deep in my sopping hole like a cum-drunk idiot.
This statement is just as true as when I wrote it two years ago.
How do you take calls with a cock in your mouth?
Mmphff mphff mppfh*
*translation: I can’t talk right now. I have a cock down my throat.
hiatus
Hey all. I’m going to be taking a bit of a hiatus for a while. Not sure if it will be days, weeks, or more (probably not though), but I need to take a break for personal reasons. This includes messaging and asks, so if you’ve been chatting with me, I’ll probably not be responding much.
Thanks for being understanding and thank you, sincerely, for all your support my wonderful followers.
Hello my lovely, dirty followers. Just a head’s up that I’ll be slowly inching my way back here. Thank you so much for all your wonderful well wishes and compliments while I was gone.
Ok, for real this time. Thank you to all those who have stuck around.
hiatus
Hey all. I’m going to be taking a bit of a hiatus for a while. Not sure if it will be days, weeks, or more (probably not though), but I need to take a break for personal reasons. This includes messaging and asks, so if you’ve been chatting with me, I’ll probably not be responding much.
Thanks for being understanding and thank you, sincerely, for all your support my wonderful followers.
Hello my lovely, dirty followers. Just a head's up that I'll be slowly inching my way back here. Thank you so much for all your wonderful well wishes and compliments while I was gone.
hiatus
Hey all. I'm going to be taking a bit of a hiatus for a while. Not sure if it will be days, weeks, or more (probably not though), but I need to take a break for personal reasons. This includes messaging and asks, so if you've been chatting with me, I'll probably not be responding much. Thanks for being understanding and thank you, sincerely, for all your support my wonderful followers.
You must be all talk. There's no way a slut like you could be alive and wasting there time on tumblr when really you should be out and active tending to the selfish needs of men.
I sleep about 3-4 hours a night, and post once, 2-3 times a week, if that. I’ve also mentioned there’s a healthy dose of fantasy and another of reality in my stories. If you think I’m all talk then why haven’t you shoved your cock down my throat to shut me up yet? [Also, “there” indicates something; “their” is a possessive pronoun. But really you were looking for “her”...or “its”, depending on your preference of who and what I am.]
i reading your stories i wish they were would happen to me in real life but im only 17
Get. Off. My. Blog.
Seriously, it’s selfish, inconsiderate, and unfair for everyone else. Every time you follow, like, reblog, message, you put me and other bloggers at risk of being deleted, which seems like a piss poor way of supporting a blog you like, if you ask me.
It was time for our teacher performance evaluations at work. Upon entering the principal’s office, I was told immediately to bend over. My boss explained curtly, “How do you think I’m going to assess your performance without being able to experience it first?”
And so I bent and slipped my panties and stockings down, ready to feel his probing finger between my wet slit, to try to keep my breathing regular as his fingers searched my hole cruelly, to brace myself as I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass.
There are two types of doms...
Who is the pornstar in the elevator?
This seems so existential.
You are the porn star in the elevator, anon.
We are all the porn star in the elevator.
what do you think about male slaves? and do you think a male or a female is writing this question?
I think of male slaves the same way I do of sissies.
And yes, probably.