I miss the sound and sensation of balls slapping against me as my cunt is fucked mercilessly over and over for hours. I miss being a fleshlight and a cumdump. And i love when she would shove her cock in my face when shes finally done stuffing my cunt, prompting me to clean up after myself and polish her beautiful cock clean
Reading Is Fun… Damentally Unsafe When It Comes to Magic Books
Nona let out a long, frustrated sigh, and wriggled her body on her mattress in a vain hope of finding a more comfortable position as she once again forced herself to pay attention to the book in her hands. She was only maybe… forty pages from the end? Fifty? But she'd never read anything that grabbed her less. It was almost funny--Rachel had told her this particular tome was utterly enchanting, and yet here she was struggling to so much as turn the squiggles on the page into comprehensible text instead of just resting her hand on her fluffy brown bush and masturbating herself stupid. When Nona saw her friend again she was going to give her a piece of her mind.
It wasn't even like the story made sense when she could concentrate on it. It was about this woman--who was also named Nona, and that was weird, because it wasn't exactly a common name--who was tricked into reading a book that sucked all her intelligence into its pages and left her constantly horny and slutty and dumb. And that was kind of hot, she had to admit, and there were a ton of lesbian sex scenes that were getting Nona worked up even though she would have sworn when she started reading that she was straight as an arrow, but the whole thing grabbed her less and less as she went on and all she really wanted to do was toss it aside and devote some attention to her pussy for a while.
But somehow she just… didn't. Even when her clit got all swollen and tingly, even when her eyes refused to take in some of the bigger words on the first try and she had to sound them out in a sleepy mumble, even when her puffy pink nipples felt like they were covered in Tiger Balm and her whole brain just got stuck on the urgent need to grab the vibrator in her nightstand so she could feed it to her hungry cunt, Nona kept trying to read the book. It was so boring she could barely keep her heavy eyelids from drooping shut, and every muscle in her face had long ago slackened into expressionless vacancy, but the pull of finishing was simply too strong.
There were maybe thirty pages left now, then twenty, then numbers got to be a little too much for Nona and her brain simply filled in 'some' while she scanned her way down every last line in a haze of erotic anticipation. Thankfully whoever wrote this stupid thing had taken pity on her, because by this point all the big words were over and done with, but Nona was finding that even reading at all took almost more mental effort than she had left. When she got down to the last page, and the last sentence, and finally the last word, she just lay there staring at it in mute, thoughtless incomprehension, stuck with her mind too dumb to understand it and her body desperate to finish so she could play with herself. It said… it was… it was kind of shaped like….
"It says 'obey'," Rachel chuckled, plucking the book from Nona's hands with an air of confidence that the simpering brunette instantly responded to. "And that's your new favorite word, isn't it, slut?" Nona nodded eagerly, spreading her legs with puppyish enthusiasm for her new lover. She couldn't remember how Rachel had gotten here, or what her friend had told her was going to happen once the book was over, but she understood that Rachel was pretty and she was naked just like Nona and it would be so nice to simply stop thinking and fuck. And she had a vague, distant memory of wanting to give the other woman a piece of her mind… only now, Nona was learning that there really wasn't much left to give.
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Minako sat beneath the bright studio lights, posture perfect. Her chin angled just as instructed as she looked into the lens. A wide smile stretched across her face, practiced and radiant, the kind that made fans believe it was meant only for them. When the flash burst, white and overwhelming, she didn't flinch. Her posture slightly shifted.
The skirt rode higher than she would have allowed in the beginning. The blouse hugged tighter than it had during the fitting, fabric pulling in ways that would have made her blush moments ago. Worry had clung to her thoughts. She had questioned the styling choices, tugged at hems, asked timidly if something a little less daring might work just as well.
The staff had smiled. Encouraged her. Reminded her in that concerning monotone and far too cheerful way: this was what sold.
Another flash. Another burst of white.
Minako felt warmth bloom in her chest, spreading outward with each click of the shutter. The lights were hot, the attention hotter. She adjusted again, letting the pose accentuate what should be hidden. The nervous flutter that used to accompany such movements had faded, replaced by something lighter and simpler.
Happier.
At the beginning, she had complained about everything. The wardrobe. The angles. The way they corrected her posture with gentle but firm hands. Now, as the camera drank her in and the whispers murmured approval, compliance felt less like surrender and more like instinct.
An idol existed to shine. To please. To give the audience exactly what they demanded. The voices reminded her, again and again, of her duty.
Another pose. Another flash. Another swell of warmth. The heat of the studio felt good on her skin, a comforting blanket wrapping around her shoulders and sinking into her chest.
"Minako-chan," a voice cooed from within the camera. "Lose the blouse. The camera wants more."
Minako nodded and reached for her blouse without a thought. She didn't need to think, she only had to follow the instructions. The buttons popped one by one, exposing a lace bra, and she slid the blouse down her arms like a gift being unwrapped. The lights shone on the pale skin of her chest and arms, and the camera clicked again. Another burst of light.
"Perfect," the voice said.
The praise sent another surge of warmth through Minako. It pooled low, between her legs. Her fingers twitched with anticipation as they rested on her skirt. The staff's monotone chatter had quietened to a gentle hum in the back of her mind, but their words still echoed in her thoughts, reminding her that she needed to please.
Her skin tingled as the camera continued its relentless gaze. Minako could feel her heart beat in rhythm to each flash of light, her chest heaving slightly under the strain. The studio's atmosphere seemed to wrap around her, bind her to a play none here could resist.
"Now the skirt."
Minako didn't hesitate. The zipper slid down easily, the fabric falling away to reveal matching lace panties that clung to her hips like a second skin. She stepped out of the skirt, kicking it to the side, and stood before the camera in just her lingerie. The air felt cool against the newly bared flesh of her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Excellent." The voice dripped with satisfaction, and the camera flashed again.
Another wave of warmth crashed through her body, pooling lower, igniting something within her core that craved attention, that demanded to be quenched. Minako bit her lip as the shutter clicked incessantly.
"Minako-chan," the voice instructed softly, "please tell the audience what you are."
The answer was as easy as breathing, the words tumbling out without question, "I am a porn idol, designed to fulfill every fantasy. My body belongs to the camera."
The studio's atmosphere shifted. Music started to play. The lights dimmed into an intimate purple hue. A pole was raised at the centre of the room, its metallic surface reflecting the light.
"Time for the next segment," the voice announced.
As if guided by an invisible thread, Minako stepped towards the pole. The smooth metal was cold beneath her touch, and she felt a surge of excitement course through her body. She closed her eyes, allowing the music to guide her movements.
With each sway of her hips, Minako could feel the warmth of the spotlight upon her, the audience's gaze caressing her skin, and a sense of euphoria washed over her. Hot liquid coated the cold metal where her thighs touched.
As the music swelled, Minako wrapped a leg around the pole and spun, the room becoming a blur as the world around her faded into the background, replaced by the beat that pulsed within her. She arched her back and dipped, her body moving with fluid grace.
Minako could hear the shutter clicking, capturing every moment.
With a final flourish, she dismounted the pole and fell gracefully into a curtsy. Her heart raced, breath ragged, and the room seemed to applaud her performance in silence. She smiled and bowed, then walked back to the camera, the click of her heels echoing through the studio.
"You performed beautifully, Minako-chan," the voice praised. "But we're not done yet. We need something a bit more intimate."
A shiver raced through her body, yet her smile remained intact, "Yes, I'm ready."
She walked towards the backdrop, her steps guided by an invisible thread, and took her place in front of the lens. The lights were brighter this time, almost blinding, but she welcomed them. They made her feel exposed.
"Now," the voice commanded gently, "use the toys."
Minako reached for a box that sat nearby and opened it. Inside lay an assortment of adult toys: vibrators, dildos, and clamps. All glistened in various colours. She selected a pink vibrator, sleek and shiny. Her heart skipped a beat as she touched it. It was cool and strangely heavy, as if warning her. But she didn't need to think about that; she only had to follow instructions.
With a practiced motion, Minako pushed aside her panties, and brought the vibrator between her legs. The buzzing was soft at first, a gentle hum against her skin as she pressed the tip against her throbbing core. The sensation was electric, sending jolts through her entire being. She let out a breathless sigh, the warm buzz spreading up her spine. Her eyes closed, and her back arched, hips pushing against the device, the rhythm of the studio and music guiding her movements.
The lights seemed to intensify, and Minako could feel them caress her body like an intimate lover. She imagined the invisible audience watching her pleasure. Their desires mingled with hers, pushing her to give them what they craved. The camera captured it all. Click after click.
"Perfect, Minako-chan," the voice said from within the camera, "Keep going. Give them more."
The command washed over her like warm water, soothing her skin. She increased the intensity, and her breath hitched. The buzzing was louder now, filling her ears. She pressed the toy harder against herself, the vibration deep and penetrating. Her mind was lost in the fog, unable to resist, her body moving in time with the rhythm that controlled her.
"Minako-chan, you have more holes. Give the audience what it desires."
Minako nodded, her body responding instinctively to the instruction. With a trembling hand, she reached for a plug. Its shape was unfamiliar, but she didn't hesitate.
She pushed it gently into her other opening, and the fullness was immediate and intense. The plug stretched her in a way she had never felt. The buzzing increased, reverberating through her entire being, making her feel like a string on an instrument being tuned to the perfect note.
"Yes, Minako-chan," the voice praised her, "You're such a good little slut."
She could hear the click of the shutter again and again as she surrendered to the pleasure, the heat building within her. Moaning she pulled out a phallus shaped gag. It looked thick, too thick for her mouth. Her lips opened, her jaw aching as she pushed it further into her mouth, until it rested deep within her throat. The pressure from the toy made breathing difficult.
She moved, the toys shifting and pressing within her. She squirmed, her hips bucking, her back arching as the pleasure grew more and more intense. Her mind was blank, her eyes glazed over. All sense of time and place was lost in a haze of ecstasy. The studio seemed to fade, the lights dimming until there was only her, the camera, and the pleasure.
Her legs shook as the vibrator sent waves of electricity coursing through her. The plug filled her to the brim. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, her hips thrusting into the air, her toes curled. She was so close. So close. She could feel it building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her. The world spun around her. Her vision blurred, and all she could see was the camera and the red light blinking above the lens.
"And cut. Great work Minako-chan. Stay like this. Right on the edge."
She froze, the toys buried deep within her. Her body trembled, the climax just out of reach.
"Rin-chan, good work with the shots," praised the camera, "but now it's time to step onto the stage. The same is true for you, Yuki-chan. Can't have our fans be disappointed with only the new member performing."
Through the haze Minako saw the woman behind the camera sashay towards her. Rin's hair was long, sleek and shiny, framing her face with a seductive elegance. A bright, empty smile graced black coated lips. Dark leather bit into round mounds. Her long violet hair swung as she approached. Minako watched, eyes wide as the older idol stood beside her.
Clacking pulled Minako's fading attention to the other side. Yuki's platinum blond hair cascaded over her shoulder, her long legs accentuating the shortness of her skirt. The tall woman stepped forward, hips swinging seductively. Clear blue eyes shimmered with a familiar void. Glossy pink lips stretched into the well known empty smile. High heels tapped the floor and stopped as the idol stood beside her.
The older idols assumed a stiff posture. Dimly Minako noted how unnatural it seemed. She watched as both idols turned, as if controlled by strings, to the camera.
"Very good. Idols exist to fulfill the audience fantasies. No need for free will or personal identity," the camera purred. The red light above its lens flickered ominously, and Minako felt her own body freeze in response. "Your identity belongs to the camera, your body is a toy for the audience, and your mind a vessel to be molded. Isn't that right, my pretty puppets?"
Minako's heart skipped a beat, and she felt her core tighten. Whatever remained of the independent woman was boiled into nothing by the heat pulsing through her veins.
"Yes, we are the camera's puppets," the idols said in unison, their voices monotone and empty. Minako mumbled the same into the gag.
"Excellent," the voice from within the camera praised. "Rin-chan, start to play with Minako-chan. Yuki-chan, there are still some toys. Use them without restraint. And start," it ordered.
Without a moment's hesitation, the two idols moved. Rin's fingers brushed along her skin, sending shivers up Minako's spine. Rin's lips found her throat. They kissed and sucked on her pulse point.
At the same time, Yuki took another toy from the box. She pressed a small, bullet-shaped object against one of Minako's nipples. Minako could feel it hum and vibrate as Yuki's hand caressed her body.
"Look into the camera, Minako-chan. The audience wants to see you," the camera reminded her. Minako could feel her face grow hotter as she stared into the lens, her eyes glazed over with nothing. Her body moved on its own accord. Her hips thrust into the air, seeking friction.
Rin's fingers trailed lower, her nails gently grazing Minako's inner thighs, and Minako couldn't help but gasp. The pleasure inside her boiled. Teetering on the edge, Minako was caught in a loop of ecstasy and anticipation.
Yuki moved behind her, pressing her own barely covered breasts against Minako's back, and the softness sent another shudder through Minako's body. She could feel her climax building, but it remained just out of reach. She wanted to beg, to plead for release, but she couldn't find the words through the haze.
The two older idols played with Minako, teasing and touching, their every action perfectly synchronized. Minako could only whimper into the gag as their touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, building to an unbearable crescendo.
The studio faded into obscurity as the idols became one, nothing more than actors following the camera's desires.
So this morning I had a tgirl sneak in through my window to fuck me.
This girl and I had hooked up once before a few months ago, and then we’d both gotten too busy to see each other again. Yesterday out of nowhere she texted me a pic of her tits and happy trail and well. I went a bit crazy. I begged her to come over and fuck me, told her she could fuck me raw, that I’d stretch my ass for her on her way over, anything she wanted. She told me she can’t fuck me raw unless I’m on birth control, but she didn’t have time. So I begged some more and she wanted to feel my tight pussy and have me gag on her cock so she told me she could come by at 6 am if I wanted. And I was so horny (and knew that she’s into somno) so I suggested that I simply leave my door unlocked. She got pretty excited by that suggestion, but I realized that wouldn’t work because my dogs would bark if she came in the front door and I’d wake up! So I told her that I would leave my window open instead since I’m on the first floor. She agreed :)
So this morning she snuck, quietly as she could, into my room. I was laying on my stomach naked, face buried in a mountain of pillows. She took her boots off so she wouldn’t make any noise and crept silently across the room. I didn’t know she was in the room until I felt her touch my bed. She stayed there quietly for a bit while I tried to hold onto sleep and breathed deep and even. She ran her hands up my feet and legs, then started feeling my pussy. She started to finger me and I started to make soft little huffing moans into the pillows. I had to spread my legs because she couldn’t get in as far as I needed, and she started to finger me deeper. She pulled out and I could feel her shifting as she took her pants off, then she kept fingering me. My pussy was still sore from getting fisted yesterday, but it also felt so good as she pressed at my g-spot with her long slender fingers. I spread my legs fully, and then I felt her shift, settle, and her warm cock press against my hole. I didn’t realize at first when she pressed in, but in her excitement to get inside me she just forgot to put on a condom! She started to fuck into me and I started to squirm and moan. She felt so so good fucking into me raw, and she kept having to stop herself from coming because she said my pussy just felt too good.
Eventually , after I came squirming on her cock, she told me she wished she could come in me, and I begged her to, I told her I wanted to feel her twitch and to feel it drip out of me. She filled me up while moaning, fucking into me deep from behind.
Afterwards we giggled abt it, and she promised to buy me plan b :)
It's very interesting to me that a gigantic minotaur is fucking me vigorously. I'm observing the situation as it plays out from a detached academic perspective.
You all know how notes games work, right? Well I'm strapped to a desk with the CPL aimed right at me like I'm 007 but cuter
My only requests are that you ideally can't spam more than 30 notes per person (but I won't be counting, so it's up to you), that I'm notified through asks when a goal is hot in case I forget to check, and that you suggest more ideas if things are starting to run out
At 250 notes (because I know how stubborn some people can be and thus need a bigger number), I'll start referring to myself as "the princess" if I have to refer to myself more than once in a post
At 300 notes, I add princess in front of other descriptors where suitable (princess plushie, princess kitty, princess octoling, etc). Exceptions are made if it makes the post too confusing
At 400 notes, I must use "Oh-ho-ho-ho" or variations of the ojou-sama laugh instead of "lol", "lmao" and except for the most cheeky occasions, "mwehehehehe"
At 500 notes, I play through a pokemon game with the most princess coded team I can (I get really into character playing pokemon with themed teams)
At 550 notes, I have to get pyjamas that are as princess coded as I can find (pink, frilly, probably a nightie) and I'll post pics on my bsky
At 600 notes, I also have to get at least one other piece of princess themed casual clothing and have it in my general go-to wardrobe
At 650 notes, I design a chuuni princess fursona because it feels fitting. May also make a fuschia blood trollsona
At 700 notes, I start up a new Animal Crossing game and make a kingdom for me to be the princess of, themed as such
At 750 notes, I have to only play as princesses in any game that will give me the option UNLESS doing some other challenge. If no princess stuff is available, then being cute, a little bratty, and chuuni takes priority
At 800 notes, I have to wear at least one cute accessory daily, like one of my many bracelets and necklaces
At 850 notes, I start referring to you all as subjects, maids, knights, etc. This is as low as I can put this goal without feeling bad about it
At 900 notes, I have to get at least one new piece of princess coded clothing per major clothing category (although within reasonable budget. No ballgowns, sorry). Yes this includes underwear. Yes I will look for a corset as well for the vibe
At 1000 notes, I open surprise gifts as an option on my Throne, as well as add a lot of princess appropriate suggestions, because that seems like a princess thing to do I guess. I'm bad at coming up with these
At 1100 notes, I can't swear on here anymore unless absolutely, 100% necessary. Only things like fudge, heck, snickerdoodle if I really want to get fancy with it
At 1200 notes, if I haven't gotten too lost in the chuuni-ness and done it sooner, I'll write up a proper background on my princess status and add it to my pinned
At 1300 notes I get a big dragon plushie to guard me as I sleep
