secrets and desires

but they arent very secret 22 - minors do not interact

[signedmissrose]

I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

[hot-n-fruity]

“Musiiiccc andddd masterbatioooonn🎶”

- me, two seconds ago as I giggle in my bed

[dogeuphoria]

i need a really good makeout session really bad. moaning into each other's mouths and grabbing at each other's skin. hands tangled in hair. teeth nipping at necks

[httpsthorns]

dom who's dedicated to learning just how you like it. softly cooing at you while their fingers explore your body, slow and patient. "how's that, baby? does that feel nice?" "do you like it when i touch you here?" "right there, sweet thing?" until you can only nod and babble in response.

[squishysphealgirls]

"you understand" is a common phrase exchanged between perverts

[randydotcom-deactivated20250628]

okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?

[harnessedhorsey]

There was a strong urge to draw right before bed. So, here’s a sketch appreciation of trans cocks <3

[grlstlker]

maybe i want to be talked to really softly. and manipulated a little

[celestedarlings]

You can’t be talking like that White Petplayer… you can’t be saying mutt like that White Petplayer… I know no ones ever called you a filthy mutt unless they were letting you hump their boot but let’s use some critical thinking, White Petplayer….

[joansilence]

Yeah, don't be this guy.

Like this take may sound woke and seem to make sense to you, but apply any critical thinking and you'll realize this puts you in the same camp as the homophobes, transphobes, and all other bigots.

You don't get to police what other consenting adults do in their bedrooms. You don't get to make people feel ashamed of how they get off. No one does. No matter how much you dislike it. No matter how justified you feel about it. Those folks who want to genocide us for being queer and trans feel just as justified, they feel just as much that it makes sense, they feel just as much that it is their right to take their personal discomfort out on people who are different from them. Which is all this is just with a progressive veneer.

Lay off this shit.

[celestedarlings]

Hi! The thesis of the above post was “if you are white, you should be practicing some critical thinking about how you use certain words in your play that are historically used as racial slurs when applied to people.”

I think it is interesting that there is an assumption here that my advice to practice critical thinking in regards to racial dynamics, one, has the goal of making people “feel ashamed” about their kink, and two, that it equates to a desire to police and enforce what people do in their bedroom. I think it’s interesting that white people, when told that they might be saying something racist or perpetuating harm out of ignorance, assume that the nonwhite person talking to them has the intention to shame and police them.

To be clear. I am a mixed race petplayer. I am both a pet and a handler. I have used the word mutt in my petplay in the past, and while it’s not my preferred term, I am very open to using it!

However, I have observed in the petplay community, a massive skew towards whiteness. I’ve talked to other racialized kinksters who tell me that they have avoided petplay, not because they have no interest in the pet dynamic, but because the way that the widely white participant base are so ignorant to the nuance and complexity involved when a bipoc person is compared to an animal when squared with our racial background.

White petplayers have an obligation to understand that when they say things like “filthy mutt” all of the racialized people around them, especially the mixed race people, are going to have our hackles raised in a way that another white person might not. They have an obligation to consider how they’re using words that are used as racial slurs around and directed at real people who come from real racial groups with real histories of oppression and violence rooted in calling us certain terms and comparing us to animals.

I also think it is in exceptionally poor taste to call upon the imagery of “people who want to genocide [white] queer people” when you are talking to someone about a racial term that is literally related to genocide and “bettering the race.” This is, ironically, the very nuance that I said white petplayers people lack in their interactions. But that’s beside the point.

[bunbyboi]

NEED to be pinned down, forced to stay unbelievably high while u play w my puppy holes for hours!!! overstimulate me!! and when we’re done, gimme snacks and lemme show u a documentary on my special interest NEOW

[domsuggestion]

God, I love marking you. And, yes, it’s to show that you’re mine, but it’s more satisfying to know that you’ll see them there. That you’ll think of my mouth, my hands, my touch, my eyes on you. You are so incredible, and I just can’t believe I get to touch you. I get to be with you, like this; vulnerable. I can’t believe that I’ve been given that trust. I love marking you, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I want to be closer, so much closer. I want to feel you. I crave you and your sounds, I crave to be something to you, with you. I crave to be remembered. It’s as much a fervent ‘I’m yours’ as it is a ‘you’re mine’.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

“can you… can you talk me through what you’re going to do? before you do it? so i know what’s coming?” you ask. needing control. predictability. me nodding immediately. “of course, baby. i’ll tell you every single thing before it happens. and you can say stop anytime. you’re in complete control here.”

you visibly relaxing at that. “okay… okay that helps. thank you.” “of course, sweetheart. whatever makes you feel safe. that’s all that matters to me.”

both of us on the bed. you lying down. tense. me sitting next to you. not touching yet. “i’m going to start by just putting my hand on your stomach, over your shirt. just resting it there. nothing else. does that sound okay to you?”

you nodding. “yeah… that’s okay.” me slowly placing my hand on your stomach. gentle. warm. no pressure. “there we go. just like this. i’m not moving it anywhere. just letting you feel the warmth of my hand. how does that feel?”

you breathing. adjusting to the sensation. “okay… that’s actually nice…” “good, sweetheart. i’m so glad. i’m going to leave it here for a bit. let you get completely comfortable with it. you’re doing so well already, baby.”

sitting like that. hand still. patient. you gradually relaxing under it. muscles loosening. “this is okay… i like knowing what’s happening… what’s next…” “i love that you’re asking, baby. that’s perfect. next, i’d like to slide my hand up just a little bit. still over your shirt. just to your ribs. nice and slow so you can feel it moving. is that alright with you?”

you nodding. “yeah… that’s alright.” “okay, sweetheart. here we go.” moving my hand up slowly. deliberately. you watching. tracking the movement. “you’re doing beautifully, baby. still feeling okay?”

“yes… it’s good… keep going…” hand settling on your ribs. “right here. i’m going to keep my hand here for a little while. just gentle pressure. i can feel you breathing. you’re so brave, sweetheart.”

you breathing deeper. more evenly. “i can feel you breathing too… it’s actually kind of grounding…” “i’m so glad, baby. that’s exactly what i was hoping. you’re safe here. completely safe.”

“now, i’d really like to slide my hand under your shirt. just to feel your skin. but i won’t move it anywhere else. just right here on your stomach where it’s safe. would that be okay with you, sweetheart?”

you hesitating. thinking. “yeah… yeah that’s okay. just my stomach though.” “just your stomach. i promise, baby. nothing else unless you tell me you want more.”

slowly sliding my hand under your shirt. warm skin against warm skin. you tensing slightly. “you’re okay, sweetheart. just breathe with me. nice and slow.” you breathing. trying to relax. “okay… it’s okay… just feels different…”

“i know, baby. new things always feel a little strange at first. that’s completely normal. my hand is just going to rest right here. on your bare stomach. that’s all.” staying completely still. letting you adjust. “is this still okay for you?”

“yeah… actually yeah. it’s warm. it feels really nice.” “i’m so happy to hear that, sweetheart. you’re doing amazingly. now i’m going to move my hand in really small, gentle circles. just rubbing your stomach softly. tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

starting to move. slow circles. soothing. you watching my hand. “that’s… that actually feels really good…” “i’m so glad, baby. you deserve to feel good.”

continuing those circles. you relaxing more with each pass. “what comes next?” “well, sweetheart, next i’d like to move my hand a little higher. to your ribs. still under your shirt. but i need to know if that feels okay to you first. there’s no rush at all.”

you considering. “will you keep moving this slow? this gentle?” “absolutely, baby. just like this. slow and gentle. and i’ll keep telling you before i move anywhere new. i promise.” “okay then. you can. i trust you.”

sliding my hand up carefully. under your shirt. to your ribs. you breathing harder. not from fear. from new sensations. “there we go. right here. i’m just going to keep those same gentle circles. nothing scary. you’re so safe with me, baby.”

continuing to touch. gentle. soothing. you actually relaxing now. tension melting away. “this is really nice… i didn’t think submitting would feel this nice…” “i’m so happy you’re enjoying it, sweetheart. when you feel safe, it can be so beautiful. and you are safe. i’ve got you.”

“i do feel safe… with you telling me everything… explaining…” “good, baby. that’s the most important thing. now, eventually, i’d really love to touch your chest. your breasts. but we absolutely don’t have to do that right now. we can keep building up to it. or we can stop right here and just stay like this. whatever feels right for you, sweetheart. what would you like?”

you thinking. processing. “i think… i think i want to try. but can we take a little break first? this is a lot to take in…” “of course, baby. we can take as long a break as you need. there’s no timeline here. none at all.”

sitting up. moving my hand away gently. you missing the warmth but needing the space. “can you just hold me for a bit? just… hold me?” “i would love nothing more, sweetheart. come here.”

pulling you into my arms. you curling up against me. safe. “thank you for being so patient with me… i know this is probably frustrating…” “sweetheart, no. you’re not frustrating at all. watching you learn to receive? to let go? it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. and i’m honored you’re trusting me with this.”

holding you for a while. no pressure. no expectations. just comfort and warmth. eventually you pulling back slightly. “okay… i think i’m ready to keep going… if that’s still okay?” “of course it’s okay, baby. only if you’re sure though. we can always stop.”

“i’m sure. i want to keep trying. with you.” lying back down. me settling next to you again. smiling softly. “okay, sweetheart. i’m going to put my hand back under your shirt. right on your ribs. same place as before. sound good?”

you nodding. “yeah. that sounds good.” hand going back. you relaxing into it much faster this time. “there we go. your body remembers this. remembers that this feels safe and good.” “yeah… it does…”

“you’re doing so good, baby. now, i’m going to move my hand up just a little. to rest right under your breast. not touching it yet. just resting there. letting you feel where my hand is. is that alright?”

you breathing deeper. “okay… yes… you can…” moving my hand up slowly. you watching. hand settling gently. “right here. just like this. you’re being so brave, sweetheart. so open. i’m so proud of you.”

you breathing hard. “it’s different… but i think it’s good… i think…” “take your time, baby. you don’t have to decide right away. just feel. what does your body tell you?”

you checking in with yourself. “it’s… it’s good. it’s definitely good. you can keep going.” “thank you for telling me, sweetheart. now, i’m going to cup your breast. very gently. just holding it. feeling the weight of it in my palm. nothing more than that... ready?”

you nodding. nervous but wanting. me cupping so gently. you gasping. “oh…” “is that okay, baby? talk to me.” “it’s… it’s good… just really new…”

holding like that. not moving. not doing anything else. just letting you feel. “you’re safe, sweetheart. i’ve got you. what would you like next?”

you thinking. “what… what were you going to do next?” “well, i’d like to touch your nipple. just brush over it very gently with my thumb. see how it feels for you there. but only if you want that, baby.”

you tensing slightly. then consciously relaxing. “okay… but really gentle, like you said…” “so gentle, sweetheart. i promise.”

thumb brushing over your nipple. barely there. you gasping. arching slightly. “oh…” “how was that, baby? too much?” “no… no that was… that was really good… i’m just really sensitive there…”

“that’s perfect, sweetheart. being sensitive is a good thing. it means you get to feel everything more. can i do that again?” you nodding. “yes… please…”

continuing those light touches. you moaning softly. surprised by your own sounds. “this is… wow, this is a lot…” “do you need me to stop, baby?” “no… no please don’t stop… just… keep telling me what you’re doing like you have been…”

“of course, sweetheart. always. so right now, i’m going to touch your nipple a little more purposefully. going to roll it gently between my thumb and finger. just a little bit of pressure. okay?”

doing it carefully. you gasping. moaning. “yes… oh god yes, like that…” “you sound so beautiful, baby. i love hearing you enjoy this.”

continuing to play with your nipple gently. you getting more into it. less worried. “i’d like to touch your other breast too, sweetheart. use both my hands. would that feel good for you?”

you nodding quickly. “yes… yes please… i want that…” other hand sliding under your shirt. finding your other breast. cupping it just as gently. “both at once now, baby. is this okay?”

working both carefully. attentively. you moaning. hips starting to move without thinking. “this is… i never knew… didn’t know it could feel like this…” “that’s because you’re letting yourself receive, sweetheart. you’re doing so good.”

continuing to touch. watching your face. seeing pleasure replace nervousness. “eventually, i’d really love to take your shirt off. see you properly. touch you without fabric in the way. but only when you feel ready for that, baby.”

you thinking. barely able to focus through the sensations. “yes… you can… i want you to take it off…” “are you completely sure, sweetheart? we don’t have to.”

“i’m sure… please… i want to feel more…” sitting you up carefully. removing your shirt slowly. gently. laying you back down. looking at you with so much warmth. “you’re absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”

you blushing. instinct telling you to cover yourself. fighting it. “thank you…” hands back on your breasts. skin to skin now. you moaning. “oh wow… so much better without the shirt…”

“i know, baby. now i can see you. see how beautiful you are when you’re feeling good.” playing with both nipples. watching you arch. moan. “that’s it, sweetheart. you’re doing so perfectly.”

working you like this. building you up slowly. “i’d really love to kiss you while i touch you, baby. would that feel good?” you opening your eyes. looking at me. nodding. “yes… please kiss me…”

leaning down. kissing you so gently. still playing with your nipples. you moaning into my mouth. hands finally coming up to my hair. holding me. gaining confidence.

kissing deeper. touching more deliberately. you completely relaxed now. trusting. surrendering. pulling back to look at you. “see how good this feels when you let someone take care of you, sweetheart?”

you nodding. smiling. actually smiling. “i do… i really do… thank you for being so patient with me…” “always, baby. always. you’re worth every bit of patience. now, we can keep going if you want. or we can stop here. whatever feels right for you.”

you considering. “i want to keep going… but can we keep going this slow? and you keep telling me?” “absolutely, sweetheart. as slow as you need. and i’ll tell you everything. i’ve got you, baby. you’re so safe with me.”

[femmeidiot]

sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault

[feralfanged]

sadist who lays you down with bright eyes and a big toothy smile that's so contagious you find yourself grinning back with excitement growing in ur tummy until they say "you really aren't going to like this, baby"

[trophytomboy]

no point in writing mermaid/human smut if the mermaid doesn’t have a bit of a foot fetish. monsterfuckers like traits on monsters that humans don’t have, the reverse would also be true. don’t be a coward

[bladespark]

I want to take this so many places!

Dragons being obsessed with how soft and pliable and not-scaly human skin is. Vampires wanting to spend hours pressed to a human chest, hearing the heartbeat they don't have. Tentacled things from beyond having to resist sharing how very, very much they wish they could literally touch human bones, it's freaky and hot how firm, how inflexible a skeleton is. Tugging and pulling and their partner's limbs just to feel it.

[artnerd1123]

@monsterfloofs

[enbybutchbf]

i wanna be femmehandled

meaning drag me into a room by my tie, shove me into a wall, mess up my collar and hair, then leave lipstick marks and bruises all over my mouth and neck

[borrowed-thoughts]

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