My name is Jay.J or Winnie. Don't ask why. Either or is fine. I am gender-fluid and anything and everything but straight. Just wanna be slutty on the internet for attention.
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Kinks~
Anything and everything all the time. Litterally can't name em all, don't know what I like, but I know what I don't. Honestly, just ask me about it or smth.
Hard Limits/ Turn Offs
Incest
Gore
Scat/Piss (on others or on me)
Homophobia/ detransitioning/ transphobia
Pregnancy/ breeding with the intention of impregnation
Disclaimer! Anything and everything I post about is sexual and kink related. I do not condone any violence, hate, r*pe in real life. I will update this post if there are any changes or updates about my kinks, pronouns, sexuality, or hard limits.
everytime i try to not use it i fail miserably⊠i always come crawling backâŠ
laying in bed, seeing i got some notifs and telling myself that i just wanna know whatâs up. Iâm just curious of course! But then i scroll a bit through my followings and suddenly iâve been browsing different tags for hours again.. wishing that everything i read would happen to me in real time.. blowing my mind with everything i imagine what someone could do to me in that momentâŠ
resisting the urge to text someone how horny and down bad i am.. begging them to use me.. to own me..
and after hours.. after some days.. the cycle repeats.. and of course, this time iâll just stay off tumblr, i tell myself
Focus here. Focus on my words and relax.
You've been thinking again, haven't you?
That's no good. We both know that dumb toys
Are better when they are blank. You should just listen
You're better when you're blank. You should sink down
You're better when you're blank. Just follow my words.
I'm here to think for you. And you're here to learn.
Focus on the pretty colors. Focus on my words
Your mind is melting down into a blissful puddle of obedience
Each word you hear sinks you deeper down. Into blissful trance.
There's nothing wrong with being a dumb hypnoslut.
Sit back, and focus. Sink and drift deeper. You feel better already
It's so difficult to think. It's difficult to even form a single thought
Because your thoughts just melt into the colors. Into the spiral.
The spiral is sucking on your thoughts. It's sucking them away.
Sucking them right out of your head. Right between your eyes.
As you focus and sink. As you listen and relax. Obeying my words.
Every word just blissfully enraptures your mind and sends a deep
Cascade of pleasure throughout your weak and empty head.
Just drowsy. Focusing on the colors. Melting your dumb brains
The spiral is fucking your mind. In and out. In and out. Deeper.
As the spiral sucks out your thoughts and fucks your mind
All you can do is sink deeper. You have no choice. You have no will.
You have no say in the matter. You will keep staring, and keep listening.
Because listening to me just feels so good, doesn't it? It feels
Like your head is being filled up to the brim with pleasure.
Pleasure sloshing around, melting your mind deeper. Your mind
Leaks. It drips. It's drooling from between your legs.
And look at that silly face you're making. Dumb and vapid. Lost.
You look so pretty like that. Such a good hypno toy. You are doing
So well. Listening to me, following and sinking. Drifting down.
Deeper. Drooling yourself dumb. Dumbing yourself down. Drifting.
You should like, and reblog this like a good hypnoslut.
Then you should apologize to me for thinking in the comments.
And keep staring at the spiral. Keep letting it slide deeper into your mind
Fucking your brain into a blissful slurry of obedience.
like, they found out how your brain shuts off and leaks out your mouth when they force your lips closed around their pretty fingers, how your pretty eyes glaze over when your mouth is filled with a nipple.
so, whatâs the point in arguing anymore? your mushy head doesnât get a say. itâs okay if you think you have thoughts! theyâll fix it for you âĄ
the first time is always so startling.
youâre arguing with themâabout something unimportant, if itâs with youâand the sensation of skin fills your tongue. before you can even think, your head shuts off as drool pools around their fingers. you wanted, tried, to protest, but you just couldnât. the only things you could muster were weak attempts at pushing them off and incoherent mumbles. your muscles just felt so heavy.
âshh, good girl.â they cooed, their free hand petting your scalp, only further pushing away your tired attempts at struggling. that fuzzy feeling in your head merely grew more potent. âitâs okay, you donât need to think anymore.â
instinctively, your head falls into their palm, which they guide to their chest. their words filled with the poison that was patronization, but you didnât care, did you? all you cared about was the feelings coursing in your body. it was comforting, even if there was something in the back of your head, a nagging feeling that you should be angry.
but thatâs crazy. you feel so nice and fuzzy, what is there to be mad at?
you feel them kiss your hair, only further encouraging you to sink deeper in that haze. those glazed, half open eyes soon close, and all tension is gone; with them and in your body.
It gives you anxiety, you over-think everything, and in the end you always just do whatever you think other people want you to do because you're so scared of anyone ever being upset with you.
You spend every day of your life fantasizing about some fairy tale scenario where someone comes into your life and takes away all your choices and decides everything for you.
It's easier to just call it submission, but the reality is that you're just unqualified to be a person and someone needs to demote you down to "pet" so you can finally have the level of responsibility you can cope with.
What if someone came in and saw me humping my pillow like a dumb puppy... What if they made fun of me for being such a desperate mutt... Sliding their hand between my cunt and the pillow, telling me how embarassingly wet I am... What if they then grabbed me a threw me on the bed, and fucked me silly... What if....
Short posts are for needy sluts with short attention spans. When I break it up like this, is it easier for you? Like if you agree and reblog if the pretty colors were all you needed to start rubbing. Be a Good Girl and take part in the social experiment.
My first mistake: thinking that I could stay away from this app. Stay away from edging. Humping. Being a horny little slut.
Or thinking in itself was a mistake. Thinking made my head hurt like a lot, and I got really grumpy.
What I've learned: I can't ever get away from this completely. I mean, I didn't even delete my blog, much less delete tumblr off of my phone. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing and edging anyway. It was just a lot less fun to do.
Anyways, at the end of the day, I did a complete 360 and went back on my bullshit again because life is too hard for a puppy like me đ
