YOU ARE THE REASON
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@godssenttboy
hello! finally decided to make an nsft side blog lol
minors dni obviously
about me:
he/him please!!
i’m a kinky aspec werewolf butch tboy
i’m bi & demirose, & also happily collared but always happy to make friendly chatter :D
anything masc is usually my favourite in reference to myself, ex. handsome, dick/tdick
but fem words I like include pretty (and most other praise honestly), and tits
(blog kinks & limits under the cut)
the problem with hypnosis porn games made by straight people is that no matter how interesting they make the premise, a few hours in you realize that they genuinely think the hottest thing you could possibly do with hypnosis powers is have penetrative heterosexual sex with somebody who would otherwise not be interested
this is because to a cishet person, porn is inherently about penetrative heterosexual sex, and all other aspects of the experience are just background details.
ropeplay isn't about artistry and the pleasure of restraint, it's about tying a woman up so that a man can put a penis in her. Primal isn't about animalistic pleasure and the eroticism of predator-prey relationships, it's about a man growling a little while pinning a woman down to put a penis in her. Knifeplay isn't about violent power dynamics and sadomasochism, it's about a man threatening a woman with a knife so he can put a penis in her.
It's honestly pretty fucking bleak.
"I want to lose" ranked as the hottest thing a submissive can say.
Obsessed with the idea of being the subject of a tickle experiment. Aliens, mad scientists, medical study you name it put me on a table strap me down and run all your little tests
need to go out in public with a group of friends who all take turns trying to embarass me in front of as many people as possible. starting off small just by flipping my skirt up in front of a couple passerby, another pulling my shirt up, leaving my bra underneath, rapidly escalating to someone using one hand to pull my shirt and bra up and the other to pull my skirt and panties down to show me off to someone she was chatting with. from there, all bets are off. my pants are yanked down and I'm bent over a table and spanked in a restaurant, a group of girls that have been laughing at me are encouraged to feel me up in a park, eventually culminating with me naked on a train with a lot of wandering hands, being told that if I don't try to cover myself the whole way, I won't have to walk home naked. they're lying, of course, but that doesn't stop me from following directions
ok google how to make a girl want to kiss you so bad she can't stop. how to make a girl addicted to kissing you tutorial. makeout bait any% speedrun. girl obsessed with sticking her tongue down your throat tips and tricks. bpd sympto,ms
Fun thing abt me is I’m really suggestible. I’d be super easy to hypnotize. And many of u know that when I wear my strap I can rly feel the touch if I’m in the right headspace and somehow my brain has convinced itself that the round nub on the underside is extra sensitive and
Anyway I’m thinkin about a dom who trains me to see any random object as my clit, anything they decide to use. A computer mouse, a vibrator, a cucumber, a pillow, a doll or figurine, anything. Thinking about a dom who puts the object in my lap and touches it, talks about how they’re touching it, playing with it, and how it feels to me. A dom who laughs when I start to react as if they’re actually touching me, suddenly so desperate to cum just from watching them toy with a random object. I wonder if they could make me cum untouched just from fucking my mind like that
Thinking about having a girl with a remote control vibrator taped right against her clit or the underside of her glans and I take her out without panties on in a summer dress and we have a cute date, and I keep buzzing her randomly and at different intensities until she begs me to cum, but the trick is that we're not allowed to go into any enclosed spaces for that. She has to be discreet, find an alley or other deserted area that hopefully no one walks through, or give up and be a shameless little exhibitionist slut for me
okay not to be too blue but like having a voice kink and a tickle kink is deadly because why am i hard just hearing you laugh that's not power someone should be able to have over me
She’s laughing at your joke when she sits down on the couch next to you and you realize that you might be a little in love with her.
You finished the movie over an hour ago and then the two of you just kept talking. Sweat clings to the backs of your knees and the insides of your elbows and it feels almost like your skin is webbed when you bend them. Bite your lip and find it cracked but not enough to taste blood. Look over at her and realize she’s waiting for you to continue.
“Ok,” you say. “So, Emma tells me she doesn’t trust Kate around me. On account of how gullible I am. And I tell Emma that I don’t know what she could possibly mean by that.”
Her head leans back and a laugh exits her throat again like a spirit escaping. Like what you said is funnier than it really is. Closed fist hits the side of the pillow next to you before bouncing rhythmically against it. She looks at you with excited eyes that almost seem to sparkle. Lips closed but thinking. Hair sticky with hours of sweat in that way that makes it all different shades of brown.
“Yeah?”
Her voice is soft in a way her laugh isn’t. Ever so slightly deep and dark in a way that you realize might excite you a little. She’s so close to you, too. When it was her turn to talk she’d stand up and pace, but while you talk she just sits there and watches you.
“Well, Emma doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so she asks me if I trust her. And I tell her that of course I trust her. And she gestures at me like that proves something.”
You look away from her as you finish speaking. Isn’t there some rule about seconds of eye contact? You wouldn’t be able to talk much longer if you had to look in her eyes the whole time.
“Well, you are pretty quick to trust,” she says.
You can hear that she’s still smiling as she says it.
The TV across from the two of you is turned off. Has been since right as the movie ended. In it, you can see a vague outline of her. Silhouette shifting as she talks and listens. Hues erased and just the shape of her visible.
“No, I’m not,” you insist automatically. “I’m exactly the right amount of trusting.”
You shift in your seat. You have a bruise on your leg from where you walked into a pole earlier. You had gotten distracted talking in a call and totally missed it. You’ve been trying not to get so easily distracted. It’s harder around her.
“Uh huh. Didn’t you just tell me that you had stayed over at her place the first night you met her? And, looking at the time, aren’t you about to do the same with me?”
You thought nothing of it at the time, though now the idea of staying the night at her place takes on additional meaning. You wonder if she’s seeing you blush. Do people really visibly blush?
“This is different. I mean, you’re right. But I didn’t mean to do it, this time.”
In the reflection in the television, you can see her start to lean closer toward you, and you turn around to face her.
“Literally five minutes into this conversation we talked about this and you accepted my invitation.”
Her words are sharp and quick, no sign of the exhaustion you’re beginning to feel. It’s getting late. Time is passing and you’re beginning to lose count as numbing fuzz builds in your head.
“That doesn’t count,” you say, leaning away from her to clear your head.
“Uh huh? And why not?” she says, leaning even closer.
But then she leans a little too far, and her elbow presses right into your bruise.
It hurts. You squeal.
It’s an involuntary noise. A sound that slips from your lips unbidden. Loud and sharp like the pain. Stinging pain that appears rapidly. It lingers as heat before fading away.
And when you look up at her, she’s not making the same expression as she was before. Now her eyes are wide open in a different way, staring at you with focus that you didn’t think she could show. Maybe she wasn’t fully awake, but she is now.
Her elbow is still above your bruise, hanging and waiting.
And as she looks at you with what must be some kind of desire, you realize several things about the both of you very, very quickly.
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On days that aren't Saturday, I write short things for my patreon. Somewhere between 'exploratory kink writing' and 'working on getting better at writing'. Then on Saturday I select one of the pieces from the week to share on tumblr. This is that. Hope you liked it!
"Are you ticklish?" and other terrifying texts to receive from your CNC top.
heyy if anyone knows where to find good bondage tutorials for anything more advanced than handcuffs or specific single knots I'd love to hear! like a website or a book or even just a pdf file tucked away in a drive somewhere,
all of the ones I can seem to find compiled anywhere online from a search are paywalled in some fashion and I'm just trying to learn :') recommendations appreciated!
In the mood to be in a sex swing, blindfolded, ring gag in, tits hanging down below, cunt stretched open and just set up in a club for whoever to use. Maybe earbuds so I can listen to music (or porn) while I'm being fucked and played with
God i wish that were me
One of the most panicky feelings is when you're unrestrained and try to fight with all of your strength while being pinned and it amounts to less than nothing. That realization that even without bondage, you're too exhausted physically and mentally to escape.
Let's have an argument, but every time you try to make a point, I turn the vibrator inside you to maximum.
have you considered that if you keep talking to me while i'm cumming my go-to fantasy is gonna be sitting on your lap while you hold the vibrator?
which basically means i won't be able to stop thinking about you using your legs to keep mine spread and how you'd toy with my cunt before even considering using the toy. spreading it open, gingerly touching around, rubbing my clit and trying to get me embarrassingly wet with just your fingers.
and then, when you finally decide to use the toy, we talk about mundane stuff. a normal conversation except i'm getting less and less coherent because you keep praising me and i just love your voice so much.
need!!! to make a mess on your lap and for you to keep going until i can't form one single sentence and am completely covered with your marks. teeth, fingers, scratches, hickeys... i want everything <3
