936 Cpl @curiouscouplentx - Tumblr Blog

Attention Novice Male Tumblrs...

In general:

The ladies of Tumblr are not interested in hearing your depraved fantasies concerning them. The ladies of Tumblr aren’t interested in what you want from them. The ladies of Tumblr don’t want you to be their Dom. The ladies of Tumblr don’t want you monkeying with their original content. Above all, and I know this may be hard for you to believe, but the ladies of Tumblr do not want to see your penis. They don’t want to see it flaccid, hard, in good light, dressed up, or from its best angle.

The ladies of Tumblr are interested in compliments. The ladies of Tumblr want intelligent discourse. The ladies of Tumblr want your burning questions. The ladies of Tumblr want your support. Above all, and I know this idea seems revolutionary, the ladies of Tumblr want your respect. They want it because they deserve it, as fellow human beings, as bloggers, and as damn sexy women, every last one of them.

You now hold all the secrets of what the ladies of Tumblr are after. What you do with it, is up to you.

JD🌹

sexyclassydirtygirl

This!!!! 👆

curiouscouplentx

You can pretty much replace Tumblr with Planet Earth and this would still be equally as accurate.

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ahmed1romania

Yes I do it and I love it and get so hard

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I love when C tells me a story with my cock in her hand

curiouscouplentx

Pretty much constantly. It’s a standing request.

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luvtoplaydirty-deactivated20200

Uh huh 😈😍

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Truth 🙌

babystar72

@secretlystocky @trialsrider101

mrshoneybeelove

Oh yes!!! ❤❤🍯🌹

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tears.

when he fucks me like this, i always cry.

sometimes, it’s soft, hiccuping sighs that drag the deepest bits of my soul up out of my throat as his fingers tease the parts of me that feel like they will break off if he doesn’t stop. he pulls my tears like taffy, stretching & kneading my surrender as a long, keening cry exits my body like a church hymn & i’m left shaking, satisfied & raw.

other times, it’s a horrifying sound that wails & gasps for air & suddenly i am drowning in how badly i needed to cry & i want him to hurt me more & overstimulate me to the point of losing my mind just so that these cathartic tears of absence & loss & grief have a chance to truly cleanse me, leaving me a shell of the emotionless husk i was when he first started to touch me.

occasionally, it’s giggly tears complimented with puffy bursts of hysterics as i realize that he’s gotten me to cry again & i don’t want him to stop because it feels so good but i need him to stop because it’s so much & i don’t know if i can keep this up but i can’t stop laughing at the sheer of lunacy of how easily he plays me like a grand piano & this kind always ends with a punctuation of a curse word, & a “you bastard.”

last night, it was all of the above.

when he fucks me like this, i always cry.