Curiouser And Curiouser @curious913 - Tumblr Blog

Can’t wait 😉

when you learn someone has the same kinks as you the skies open and the birds start chirping and the flowers are blooming

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s3xify

southrnhospitality

When she feels safe enough with you there’s no limit to what you can do together.

triplexhoneyypot

I want someone utterly obsessed with me. I want their cock raising at my scent. I want it to hurt him so fucking bad when we're apart that he cant help but fuck my pretty brains out all over the house the moment we finally see each other again. I want him so addicted to me that every moment he's not inside of me, its torture. I want his urges for me to get so bad he pulls me into the nearest bathroom or dark corner and lose all recollection of what he's doing and how public of an area we're in. I want his cock buried deep in my pussy 24/7, pushing his cum inside of me and breeding me at every waking moment. Is it too much to ask for?

curious913

Dream life 😈

dummieexfeminist

Dream job

curious913

My idea of bartending 😈

sweet-n-squishy

fantasizing about a fwb having the keys to my apartment and fucking me any nights he feels like it while im sleeping bc im his pretty little c0cksleeve

bookkeepert

lakegirlfun

curious913

Seems so appropriate!!

fresherroastedbeans

Tumblr taunts us, teasing with fleeting glimpses of arousal between strangers. It’s about edging and erotica, stoking our deepest, most forbidden desires. We connect with some, those whose raw, unfiltered expressions match our own hunger. We crave more—more depth, more real, unrestrained encounters. As we scroll and dive into the intimate lives of these strangers, we're hooked on the threads of passion binding us across time and space. Souls vanish into the night, and still we scroll, still searching, still aching. Getting to know someone through their darkest desires first is unusual, but it might be the most authentic and beautiful connection of all.

curious913

This is so well said! I’ve had these connections over the years and have loved every one of them. ❤️😈

useyourwordsdarling

Little Miss “I’ll just scroll through tumblr a little before bed” only to find herself past her bedtime, with her legs spread and her hands on her drippy pussy. It was so hard to resist it, wasn’t it darling? I know baby I know, you can’t even help it, it just happens. Like your body has a mind of its own, and without realizing it you’re already so so horny and needy to be touched down there. Don’t resist it princess, don’t stop yourself. Just do it, just rub that pussy until you lose track of time

curious913

It’s like someone is staring in my windows 🙄

useyourwordsdarling

Is it really too much to ask to have a cute innocent looking girl with a perverted mind? Pretty and with a shy smile just so I can ruin her. Throw her around, have my hands around her neck and pound her deep and show her what she’s good for. Because we both know that behind that innocent face of yours, you just need to be fucked so badly, don’t you? You need it, you need to be stretched, you need to be used like nothing but the little plaything that you are. Is it really too much to ask for?

curious913

😈🥵

texasred43

TAKE THE RISK OF BEING LOVED!

It’s one thing when somebody says, “I love you”.

It’s another thing when they witness the parts of you that you think are 'unlovable', and yet they still love you.

When you drop the front, the facade, the mask, and they love you even more.

It’s one thing to be loved. It’s another thing entirely to be loved for Who You Truly Are, not just an image, an idea or expectation of you.

When you feel seen, exposed in the light of love, and their love remains constant and safe. When you feel like you don’t have to hide the ‘dirty’, ‘shameful’, ‘sick’, or ‘unworthy’ parts of yourself, in order to keep them close. When you can fully relax, breathe, let your guard down, and be your authentic, wild, weird human self with them, no fear of rejection or punishment. When you feel whole in their warm presence, no concern that you will be shamed, ridiculed, judged or abandoned for exposing your authenticity.

It’s not just love we long for, it’s this fierce unconditional love that truly sees us as we are - imperfections, deformities, flaws, vulnerabilities and all.

It sees our darkness, it sees our terrors, and it still says YES.

Take the risk of being seen.

Take the risk of being known.

Take the risk of being loved.

- Jeff Foster