Miss Amy's Naughty Thoughts @damynatrix - Tumblr Blog

Well, nice knowin’ ya.

Thank you so much to everyone who followed my blog these last couple of years. I’m glad I could share my “naughty thoughts” with others and use this wonderful platform to share, explore, expand, and yes, validate my tastes and likes. I evidently have two weeks to decide where to go from here.

I can delete anything that violates the new rules, and become a nice, tame, family friendly blog. On the internet. Where porn is literally everywhere. Yeah, no thanks. Unlike the management at Tumblr I can see how utterly pointless and sanctimonious that would be.

I can download everything I’ve ever blogged, reblogged, or liked on Tumblr. All 700 posts, 8,332 likes, and 725 drafts. It’s not possible to rescue all this before it gets taken down. That’s the whole point of a microblogging site, to STORE what you can’t keep on your private computer.

I can delete my account to spare myself the humiliation of a TOTAL STRANGER reviewing all my most prurient, sexual, taboo, forbidden thoughts. Even the drafts none of my followers have seen because I wanted them to be just right, but which SOMEONE has seen already because they are now flagged. This option is certainly tempting.

I usually keep private thoughts OFF this blog, because nobody comes here for political opinions and such...but there is something genuinely upsetting about the thought of some salaried employee of Tumblr, Oath or Verizon being literally PAID to JUDGE my content as something OTHER people should not see. One cannot be a censor without laying eyes on the very thing one is trying to erase.

The internet is the most important invention since the printing press for democratizing information. In a free society, this MUST include sexuality. People self-harm and even kill themselves on a daily basis because they feel alienated, afraid, or ashamed of their sexuality. Tumblr is part of the biggest library in history (the internet), and you are about to tell every one of those unhappy people that they are RIGHT to hate themselves by burning all my books.

As far as I know, it is not possible to see adult content without a membership and confirming you are the legal age to see adult content.

As far as I know, I have not broken any laws in any part of the country where I live, whose laws I am subject to.

For the most part, I have avoided reblogging “mainstream” content on the off chance that someone finds their way to something they DON’T want to see, on what I unashamedly admit is a very adult oriented page with peculiar tastes. I have already self-censored when I thought it was a responsible thing to do.

We are ALL adults here. Being an adult means being qualified to decide for YOURSELF what you should see or not see, and allowing others to do the same. So whoever gets paid to erase all my hard work from the Internet, I don’t envy you that job. I’m leaving it ALL up, because whatever you might think of it, I think it’s important for you to see what you and your company are willfully destroying.

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Dressed to impress...

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Archaeologists in Spain unearthed an extremely rare set of weapons, including a long dagger blade, twenty-ﬁve arrowheads and cores used for creating the artifacts, all made of crystal! The finding was made inside megalithic tombs dating to the 3 rd millennium BC in the southwest of Spain.

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So...White Walkers then?

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First Date

It had taken months to work up the courage to ask out the pretty brunette with the big brown eyes from history class, but she said yes with that adorable smile. I had never met a woman like her before - smart, quick witted, beautiful eyes, and the aforementioned gorgeous smile. She agreed to dinner and a movie which was a bit cliche, but the date would go perfectly.

It ended with a soft, lingering kiss at the door to her basement apartment near campus and a promise to make plans for a second date the next week. But I couldn’t get this girl out of my mind. I needed more of her and I needed it now. I got back to my car and sat down, my mind occupied with the girl and her big eyes. I wasn’t going to be able to help myself. I was going to have her and I wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, I told myself as I opened my glove box and retrieved a roll of duct tape.

Pulling on my hoodie and wrapping a black bandanna around my face like a mask, I walked back to her place, peering through the window down into her basement apartment that she shared with two other students. I slipped on a pair of sunglasses, my identity now fully concealed. As luck would have it, approached her bedroom window just as she stepped out to grab a shower in the the bathroom.

The window wasn’t locked so it easily slid open, allowing me to drop down into her bedroom. I slid the window shut and hid behind her bedroom door, quietly tore off a long strip from the roll of tape, and waiting patiently. Finally I heard the shower shut off and footsteps coming down the hall. My heart was racing. There was no turning back now.

My date came into her bedroom wearing only a towel, her wet hair hanging down her back. She shut the door behind her with a kick and I stepped forward, strip of tape held in both hands. From behind, I reached up and over her head, pulling the tape back over her mouth and clamping one hand tight over the improvised gag. The hand on her face pulled her head back into my shoulder and my other arm reached across her chest, pinning both arms down.

She had let out a stifled cry in surprise but the sound was muffled by the strip of tape and my hand over her mouth.

“Shhh…” I hissed into her ear. “Be a good girl and stay quiet and you won’t get hurt,” I told her. “Understand?”

She nodded yes, her big eyes looking sideways at me.

“Good,” I said, letting go of her face and pushing her down onto her bed. Before she had a chance to react, I pulled her arms behind her back and began wrapping more of the tape around her wrists, binding her hands. She squirmed a little, but barely put up more than a token struggle.

Now, I will say I had done this a few times before, taping a woman’s mouth shut and tying her up, but this time seemed…different somehow.

I rolled her onto her back, causing her towel to fall open and expose her incredible breasts. I almost gasped looking down at them, then up at her big eyes, made all the more expressive with duct tape covering her mouth.

“I’m sorry about this, but I just can’t help myself,” I told her, trying to change my voice so she wouldn’t recognise it. In response, she let out a whimper. Her eyes were wet and pink…but not from fear.

I was already hard and my cock practically sprang out of my fly when I pulled it out. She gasped through her nose, looking up at me with my erection in hand as I straddled her. The girl gulped, realising without a doubt what was about to happen. She spread her legs. I gave her a curious look through my sun glasses and leaned down to guide my cock into her tight, but dripping wet pussy.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, pushing my dick into her, causing her to moan lewdly through the gag.

She was wet from being attacked and taped up in her bedroom. I started to thrust into her, making her moan noisily. To shut her up, I clamped my hand tight over her taped mouth and nose. I was fucking her hard and fast, smothering her with my hand and immediately felt her pussy clench around my cock. She climaxed almost immediately and I came right after her.

I let go of her face and we looked at one another, panting in orgasmic bliss. I leaned down and kissed her taped mouth through my mask. I slid my cock out of her and tucked it away, taking the roll of tape to bind her ankles together.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to get free in a few hours,” I told her as she stared at me with bedroom eyes. I stared back a few moments longer before leaving through the window again, leaving her bound and gagged in her bedroom.

I had never taped up and forced myself on a woman who was so…into it before. My mind was occupied with the repercussions of what I had done as I drove home, but after about 45 minutes I got a text from her. She had gotten free and I was the first person she chose to get in touch with. I opened the message and my heart almost stopped.

It was a selfie. She hadn’t even taken the tape off her mouth yet, but what she had done was draw a heart over her taped lips with red lipstick.

“I LOVE your cologne,” was the text. “And I love that you just couldn’t help yourself. Come over again tomorrow. I’ll leave the window unlocked.”

I was in love.

I was going to marry this girl.

And 4 years later, I did.

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