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my collection of nsfw/kink | 18+ (obv) | just reblogged stuff
this blog is mostly for me, but feel free to browse
Egon Schiele (1890-1918), Two Friends (1917), black crayon on paper, 29.8 x 46.1 cm. Via Sotheby’s.
one of my favorite humiliations is interruption
like yes please feel me up while I’m talking. take my tits out so you can look at them instead of paying attention to what I’m saying. shove your fingers in my mouth mid-sentence, or a dildo, or your cock. have me stop talking so you can spit in my mouth and then have me swallow and keep going like nothing happened. turn me on and rile me up and make me blush red while maintaining serious conversation. tell me without words you don’t care what I have to say right now.
Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.
Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.
Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.
People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.
You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.
People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.
Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.
desperate to be used by a big group of friends,,,,, they invite me over to hang out,,,, keep filling my drink with booze,,,, pulling me onto their laps and touching me all over,,,, finally tossing me onto the couch,, holding me down,, forcing my legs open,,, filling me up so so much,,,,, let me be useful and drunk and stupid
oooooooh you wanna fuck me with my face shoved in a pillow soooooo baddddddddd…… you wanna pull me up and see how much i’ve drooled soooooOoOo badddd…….. you wanna hear my muffled noises while you slam into me SOOOoooo baddddd…..
there is something so erotic to me about being fucked from behind so hard that i can't hold myself up and just fall face first into the pillow, barely turning my head to the side so i can just about breathe, no strength left to resist or participate just to take what i'm given. the other person taking my wrists in hand and holding me just right, so my back is arched perfectly and i couldn't touch myself even if i wanted to. being moved by my hair like a toy, being forced to follow where they lead.
groping and manhandling someone can be hotter than fucking them.
undressing them, groping their tits, squeezing their waist, manhandling their pretty body how i want and in the position i want, spanking and slapping them, pushing their hair away and cupping their cheeks to kiss them, hearing their whines and whimpers and sniffles, shoving my fingers down their throats, pushing them away just to see how they scurry back to me so desperately, marking them up, and just treating them how i want because they’re my little doll to mess around with.
I'm like... 90% certain I've made a post like this before, but I think it would be really hot to have a dom set an orgasm limit for me every month and then not tell me what that limit is until I've hit it. So I'm allowed to ask to cum whenever I want, but every time I do I know full well that this could be the last one of the month. And maybe some months I'm lucky and get to have a bunch of orgasms, but other months I might use up my only orgasm in the first few days and have to wait all month to be allowed to cum again
No don’t be embarrassed! Show them how wet you are. Here, guys come look at how soaked they are! I told them and they thought it was funny, they just really wanna see! they were laughing when I told them how loud you are when you touch yourself. how you can’t even string together a sentence when you’re getting fucked. I told them it’d just be better to see you in action.
something really turns me on about the idea of taking pictures of my pretty boy after i’ve destroyed him. he’s barely able to move as i coo about how pretty he looks when he’s ruined, so exhausted as he tries to get his breathing back to normal, pretty dazed eyes barely open and drool still dripping down his chin while i’m admiring the marks and light scratches i left on him along with both our fluids staining his body. wanna take pictures from every angle, gently moving him around and spreading his body to get the perfect shots and watching as he gets more flustered and shy with every click, yet unable to do anything but whine faintly as i document how gorgeous he looks after he’s been the best slut i could ask for. maybe i’ll even slip a few fingers into his mouth to comfort him, and of course document how pretty and eager he looks when i’m fucking his mouth too, even when he’s already all fucked up <3
Let me dress you up. Make you look all pretty. You're going to wear this little top, and this skirt, so I have easy access. Don't be embarrassed, now. I know the fabric is thin, silly. How else am I gonna see your nipples get hard when I touch you? Yeah, like they are right now. Good. See, you look good like this. Don't you wanna be good for me? Pretty doll.
neeeed to be on my knees with my tongue out while you make fun of me for being so desperate for your cock
pull my tits out in public to entertain your friends ❤️
teach me something incorrectly, then when i do it wrong, insist you taught me right and i'm just too dumb to remember. tell me i'm wrong about things i already know, then when you finally break me down and i believe you, let others correct me. make me feel sooo confused about what i know and what i don't, make me feel sooo dumb and weak! the more confused i get, the easier it'll be to keep fucking with my head!
just wanna be a free use toy that my friends can fuck when they've had a rough day or they're feeling stressed and need something cute to use. is that so much to ask
thinking about being the free use slut at a party. thinking about afterwards, where things are mostly normal, except for a month i get random pictures from my friends. pictures of me getting fucked at the party, eyes glazed, wet and desperate. a few videos. my friends captioning the pics with things like, "i cum to this pic all the time btw" and "i didn't realize you moaned like such a slut" and "you look like such a dumb slut here lol"
My Dom conditioned me to stop thinking.
They did it by asking me to repeat myself and then interrupting me by playing with my nipples. And then they tease me for losing my train of thought.
It's so hard to focus on what I'm saying when they're doing that because it feels so good, so hot, and when I realize that I've stopped talking, and that I truly did forget what I was even going on about, I burn with a mixture of humiliation and arousal at what they've done to me.
They've done it so many times now that like they don't even have to uhm touch me to stop me from thinking. They just ask me what I was saying and I pause, I think about them playing with me, interrupting me, humiliating me with how dumb I sound, and I just sort of stand there, mouth open, brow furrowed, unsure what to say, what to think. Wanting them to just play with me so I don't have to try. And then they call me a good girl. Mmm I love it when.. uhm... I uhm...