it would be really cool and awesome if there were a massive conspiracy to slowly brainwash and manipulate cute girls in a hot way

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it would be really cool and awesome if there were a massive conspiracy to slowly brainwash and manipulate cute girls in a hot way
uhhh, ma'am, i'm not sure if you noticed this minor faux-pas but your erect horsecock is resting on my face. you're getting pre in my hair, ma'am. ma'am. mmph-
Conditioning girls to relax at my touch is so amazing. Making my hands the force that makes you drop your shoulders and close your eyes with a small hum and an exhale of breath. Soon enough you never really want it to end. Always pressing close, always needing for me to handle you. To make you feel so good at the gentle melting of all that daily tension. I hardly even need to prompt anything. You'll just come to realize close is easiest place to be reached and when there is only one chair the floor will be fine for you. You won't need modesty when you just need my hands on you
Conditioning girls to relax at my touch is so amazing. Making my hands the force that makes you drop your shoulders and close your eyes with a small hum and an exhale of breath. Soon enough you never really want it to end. Always pressing close, always needing for me to handle you. To make you feel so good at the gentle melting of all that daily tension. I hardly even need to prompt anything. You'll just come to realize close is easiest place to be reached and when there is only one chair the floor will be fine for you. You won't need modesty when you just need my hands on you
Conditioning girls to relax at my touch is so amazing. Making my hands the force that makes you drop your shoulders and close your eyes with a small hum and an exhale of breath. Soon enough you never really want it to end. Always pressing close, always needing for me to handle you. To make you feel so good at the gentle melting of all that daily tension. I hardly even need to prompt anything. You'll just come to realize close is easiest place to be reached and when there is only one chair the floor will be fine for you. You won't need modesty when you just need my hands on you
trans women deserve to have little fangs.
what about a bar with a Free Use Happy Hour?
sluts drink free
asking for a freebie is consent to be used
free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink
you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands
(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)
anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them
no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit
if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you
alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time
(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)
take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)
just a little fantasy I came up with while I was supposed to be focusing on something else :3
Happy Pride Month, Nightfarers! You know what that means...
dragon roommate who found your stash of fantasy monsterfuckery toys (she was wondering why that foot locker under your bed smelled like you) and she isn't judging you for being into that as much as she is judging you for your taste and the anatomical inaccuracies
r u struggling w th summer heat ?? try a frost dragon's tongue inside u !!!!
I’m in fucking heat! I need a woman to push me face down into a mattress and pull me by a collar around my neck. I need her to I need her to fuck me like she doesn’t care about anything but breeding me like a bitch in heat 🤪
if she’s your girl why are my fangs in her neck?
Dumbification: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't smart?
Hypnosis: Would you find me attractive even if I needed a lot of help and direction?
Somnophilia: Would you find me attractive even if I couldn't reciprocate?
Dollification: Would you find me attractive even if I needed someone else to help maintain me?
Kittyplaying: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't perfectly obedient all the time and expressed negative emotion through sass and brattiness?
Monsterfucking: Would you find me attractive even if I was an eldritch horror that you can't look at because it would make you go insane?
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
girlfriend who gets needy in public. girlfriend who gropes my tits and doesn't care if anyone sees. girlfriend who stands behind me with her body pressed against mine so she can rub herself on my butt through clothes. girlfriend whose hands keeping slipping under my shirt while we're out running errands. girlfriend who casually toys with my body in public.
getting recommended way too high of a dose of weed for your first time by your friend and once you start feeling time dilation she facefucks you for what feels like hours til you dissociate entirely (but really it’s just been five minutes and she’s not close to done)!
she catches you off guard. for the first half a minute, what’s going on barely even registers in your poor little brain. you watch yourself get shoved into her mattress, and your face gets grabbed by the cheeks and faced upwards. she takes your arms one at a time and ties them on her bed frame; you remain staring up as the ceiling shifts in your eyes, letting your arms be shoved around as she desires. she tilts your face up to meet her gaze, your focus finally shifting back towards her to catch a faint smile clearly hiding some other kind of ecstasy she feels. she opens your mouth gently; maybe some force would’ve made you jolt up and resist, but her gentle hand guides your mouth through the motions of eating another edible in a way that you can barely think to fight back against. she props herself up above your head as her cock drifts towards right in front of her mouth.
she lets it hang there, gradually getting harder, rubbing on your lips. a little precum drips onto them. your lips part slightly — the instant they do, she notices and takes advantage of this, shoving her cock deep inside, resting on the back of your tongue. suddenly, your previously-distanced vision collapses through layers until it is returned to your skull. it barely catches stray glimpses of her bedroom’s soft purple LED light illuminating her bush, whose thin strands of hair scratch at your upper lip.
you gag hard, almost retching, in a motion that takes far longer than it should. she says something, the meaning of which gets lost as each word leaves your mind before the next one arrives, except for two: “behave” and “mine”. she clutches your forehead and shoves it down into the pillow. the motion makes you dizzy, and your body goes limp until you shove your way back into yourself again. you manage to come up with the first complete thought you’ve had in however long it’s been: you need to get her off of you. but after several attempts, thinking-moving as a single action is a skill you seem to have lost. you try to force the thought into your splayed out legs and bound arms, but any motion that happens as a result you can’t feel and she doesn’t respond to.
whatever little writhing you accomplished only succeeds at making her giggle contentedly. just a sliver of her face is visible between her crotch and your hair, and she apparently delights at your helpless struggle that only reveals to her just how fucked you are. you try this repeatedly, and after some time, you notice that she needs to take a second to reposition to keep your legs down. for a moment, the thought appears that she might punish you for being difficult, but it just as quickly disappears as your instinct to protect yourself takes over again and starts chipping at the delirium.
but just as soon as it starts to relent, she thrusts her cock hard into you, and the blow fucks with your head again — maybe the second edible hitting, you think, as you look up at her face, which soon becomes the exclusive object of your focus as everything else grows disorienting. she coos, softly, before muttering to herself, “are you really going to break after just a minute?” “break…?”, you think, until it remains gently in your mind as an afterimage. she continues sliding in and out from between your lips, but you don’t notice. your mind lingers instead on her face and being broken, on your captor’s face and being broken, on your friend’s face and being broken, again and again, until there’s nothing left to tell you what’s she’s doing, how long it’s been, and when it’ll stop. time gives you the certainty that it will eventually; you’re just adrift somewhere on that path. you recede in your own mind, the afterimage staying locked at the front of your mind, letting it, letting her, take you.