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How to be what men want

Note: This is an edited paraphrase from another blogger.

A few basic principles used to denote your availability to the men around you:

1. Dress Appropriately

No man wants to dally with a girl that looks like a man. When in ‘professional’ settings (class, work, etc) wear skirts. High heels, hose, garterbelt, Low-cut blouses that show off your tits. When out socially wear similar outfits, but don’t be afraid to wear shorter skirts, more scandalous tops. Your flesh is what men want, so show it to them. Shave and wax regularly to remove every patch of body hair below your eyebrows. And never, ever be somewhere where men can see you without makeup on and your hair done.

2. Project the Right Attitude

Act subservient. Don’t run your mouth around men. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Stay as quiet, turning your attention to the things men say rather than focusing on speaking for yourself. Giggle at men’s jokes. Agree with what they say. Compliment them on their intelligence, their wisdom, and more besides (laud their handsomeness, their fitness, etc). Be a good conversationalist - if a man wants to hear you speak, speak - but try to avoid voicing opinions of your own. Let him have his opinions and don’t give yours unless asked, in other words, agree with the man who wants to have a conversation with you.

Furthermore, have the attitude appropriate for the servant you want to be. If a man is pressed for time, take some of his burden off of him: Do his laundry, or clean his home, or cook him a meal, or some variation of all three. Men want you to serve them, and that doesn’t just mean sexual service. Dote on them. Massage them when they’re tired or sore. If a man needs something, fetch it for him. Make their lives easier however you can.

Men don’t necessarily want a doormat, but they do want a female who is quite, does what she’s told, and works for his benefit independently. Be that sort of woman. Always, always, smile while you’re doing it, and never forget to thank a man for whatever he’s let you do, no matter what it is.

3. Free your Mouth

Generally men don’t want you running your mouth. The best use for you mouth is sucking cock, not talking. Become freer and easier with how you hand out blowjobs. Realistically, offering to suck dick should be no more unusually to you than a handshake or saying hello. It should be a regular function that you fulfill, a duty that you try to enact as much as possible.

If a man walks or drives you home, offer to suck his cock. If a man comes over to hang out, give him a blowjob. If a man sits next to you in class and shares notes with you, ask him to let you blow him afterwards. If a man is in a study group of yours, ensure that he knows he can always have you suck him off on a break. Men know you’re a cocksucker. Men want you to be a cocksucker. So be a cocksucker. Don’t be afraid of it, embrace it. Ask to be allowed to suck cock regularly; offer blowjobs at least once a day, whenever appropriate.

But make sure that it’s clear that your mouth is a ‘no-strings-attached’ zone. No man wants a female who sucks him off and then shows him that she did it only to get something out of it. Blowjobs are a basic duty of yours - make sure that the men you suck off know that you’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do, not because you want something from them in return.

Finally, remember that it is a great honor to be allowed to suck Our cocks. Always thank a man when he’s done cumming in your mouth or on your face. And never push. If a man doesn’t want a blowjob from you, accept it with a smile and move on. you’re the inferior; only Our needs matter, and that means you have to get used to being turned down.

4. Spread your Legs

You were born to be a slut, and every man knows it. So act like the slut you are. If a man wants sexual service from you, give it up to him when, where, and how he wants it. Don’t be afraid of it - you have to embrace the fact that you’re a slut and that this is what men want from you. Sexual servitude is your primary duty, so see that you fulfill it as much as you can.

This means that you have to make it clear to the men who spend time with you that you’re always willing to spread your legs for them, however. Men, caught up in an insane society, will often forget what is theirs to take by right. Furthermore, they will often be used to uppity, feminist females who respond negatively when they want to take what is theirs. Make it clear to them that you know what you have to offer, and are more than willing to make it available to them. There are multitudinous ways a cunt can signal a man that she is his if he wants her, be it through speech, behavior, dress, or what-have-you. Become comfortable with those signals, and give them off to all the men around you.

There is, however, a fine line between being a slut and acting like a whore. Weirdly, men who interact with you casually will want the former, but occasionally react negatively to the latter. Because the latter will often come across as trashy or, even worse, pushy. Don’t be pushy, don’t be trashy. you’re an inferior, but act with some class and deportment. you can throw yourself at a man without making it obvious or embarrassing for him - men won’t want to feel put on the spot by you - and make yourself more attractive by giving off an unmistakable vibe of “I’m yours - conquer me.”

As always, and as with the previous point, make sure that it’s clear to men that having you sexually is a no-strings-attached situation. If a man wants to fuck you once, and never again, that’s fine. If he wants to have you multiple times, that’s great. And if he wants you as his exclusively, well, that’s the brass ring. Never, ever put pressure on a man for more. you’re a servant, and servants don’t make demands of their Superiors.

Finally, work hard at being what a man wants you to be when he’s fucking you. Men want you to fulfill their fantasies, not impose on their pleasure with your own (you should have none beyond serving them, of course). If they want you to lie still and take it, lie still and take it. If they want you to be active, be a whirlwind and slide all over them. If they want you to be vocal, scream and wail your head off. If they want you to be quiet, don’t make a peep. If they want you to talk dirty, show them how perverted you can really be. If they want you to call them Daddy and be an inexperienced little girl, be that innocent for them. If they want to force you, ‘resist’ (note the quotes) them appropriately to help them fire their blood. Sexual use isn’t about you, it’s about them. Be what they want you to be, be the fantasies they’ve always had.

Oh, and don’t forget: you’re naturally bisexual. If men will be entertained by your playing with another female - be it making out or eating out - you’re beholden to make it happen for them. Just remember that the focus is still, as always, on them. Play with another cunt to enhance their pleasure, but never distract from their pleasure. And always, always be ready to service a man with another slut of his choosing - even if he makes you seduce her for him.

5. Practice, Practice, Practice

You aren’t perfect. No girl is. So hone what talents you have. Watch how you walk in heels and alter your stride until you have that ‘sexy but demure’ walk down cold. Appraise your outfits critically to ensure that you always strike the balance between slutty and submissive, and that your outfits are appropriate for the flesh you have. Meditate daily to remind yourself what you were born for and what your duty is. Edge regularly, never cumming, to reinforce the fact that your pleasure stems only from how well you have served your Superiors. Use dildos daily to train your cock sucking skills until your gag reflex is gone and you have the right breath control to deep-throat regularly with ease. And kegel often to keep your pussy muscles tight and under your conscious control. Never stop making yourself better for us, in whatever way you can. There is always more you can be practicing, when away from our eyes.

Making it clear to them that you’re available, isn’t always the easiest thing to do. Not all of them will want you. Sometimes you’ll slip over the line and make yourself unattractive to them. These mistakes are unfortunate, but unavoidable. Learn from them, do better the next time, never look back in regret, and always be grateful to the men who let you learn a valuable lesson through their rejection.

Ultimately, men want you to be A) pretty, B) demure, C) sexy, D) slutty, E) subservient, F) obedient. Be these things, if nothing else, and you won’t go wrong for long. Be a mirror for them, reflecting their glory and their superiority at every turn.

One girl summed all of this up nicely by saying: “Wear what he wants. Do as he says. Cook. Clean. Shut up. Suck his cock. Repeat as often as possible.”

humbledcunt

At the most basic level for all us females, this is correct.

dociledebbi-deactivated20200126

tl;dr

would someone pleassssseeee shorten this

I'll be joining Bdsmlr, same screen name, same icon of my perfect pussy. ;)

Goals

Goals

Work Blog - Part One

Today I arrived late, as usual, and was reprimanded in the boss's office as soon as I arrived. I then filed some papers and went to get coffee, where Steve from accounting approached me. He said he was having a rough time and could use a little stress relief so we went into the supply closet, where I started to suck him off. Usually that's enough for Steve, but today he stopped me and bent me over the short filing cabinet and lifted up my skirt. He knew I wouldn't be wearing panties. I never do. They're against dress code. Before I even knew what was happening he was pounding me with his bare cock. I stayed quiet, like a good secretary, while he blew his load. Then I thanked him as he left the closet. I pulled my too short skirt back down, adjusted my hair in the tiny mirror I hung on the wall in there last week, and walked out. Not 3 steps down the hall, and I could already feel Steve's cum dripping down my leg, making the inside of my thighs shiny. That's when I saw Ryan. His desk is near the supply closet. He loves watching me walk out of there... last month he discovered that he loves sloppy seconds and now he always jumps me as soon as he sees me leave. He beckoned me over and ran his hand up my leg while he made idle talk about needing copies made. I smiled and said of course. His hand moved further upwards, past the cuff of my thigh highs onto bare skin. Higher. My thighs still slick with fresh cum. Higher. He slipped a finger into my pussy."I know what you want" I whispered playfully and took a step back, his hand falling away. He grinned and followed me back to the supply closet and closed the door behind us...

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Never! 😘

sex-storytime

You're Gonna Get Me Pregnant

The moment I felt his bare cock glide between the walls of my slippery sex, I knew there was no going back. The rational, logical side of my brain was urging me to protest the fact that I was an orgasm away from becoming a teenage mother, but the horny as fuck part of my brain won out, wrapping my legs around my boyfriend’s waist in order to draw him in deeper.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” I asked meekly, hoping that one of us retained a measure of self-control.

“Uh huh,” he grunted. So much for that.

“You know I’m not on the pill, right?” I protested. Despite my pleas, I made no effort to move off of him, rather I ground down harder, squeezing tight around his thick shaft. If I was going to risk getting pregnant, I was damn sure going to enjoy it.

“I believe you mentioned it, yes,” he said with a smirk, kissing me deeply. Fuck, why did this have to feel so good?

“You’re gonna get me pregnant,” I whined.

“That’s the idea,” he grunted, thrusting deep inside me.

“I’m too young to have a baby,” I moaned, no longer sure who I was trying to convince.

“You’re eighteen,” he replied.

“I’m just out of college,” I argued.

“So? You wouldn’t be the only pregnant girl your age. Plus, then you’ll get to be a young, hot, teen mum. I’m telling you, getting pregnant young will pay off,” he insisted.

He wasn’t wrong there. At least a dozen of my classmates sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it’s way to life inside you.

“People will think I’m a slut. One of those stupid girls who can’t keep her legs closed and got herself knocked up,” I murmured.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll pull out,” he said, kissing me again as he picked up the pace, fucking me faster, harder, and deeper.

“That’s so not fair. I’m already so close,” I moaned.

“You’ll just have to resist,” he teased.

“I can’t,” I whimpered, biting my lip.

“Sure you can. If you don’t, you’re gonna feel my cock exploding inside you, filling you up with cum,” he murmured. He slid his full length inside, then consciously forced his dick to jerk inside me, giving me a delightful preview.

“No fair,” I groaned. There was nothing I could do. I was gonna cum, and then so was he, and then I’d get to spend my senior year in maternity clothes.

“Think about that cute little belly of yours swelling up as our baby grows inside you,” he said earnestly, his strokes turning hard and deliberate.

“It’s too much,” I cried. He wasn’t just screwing me bareback for kicks. My boyfriend was actively trying to fuck me pregnant.

“And that’s just for starters. I intend to knock you up over and over again,” he said proudly, looking me straight in the eye, taking my hand into his own.

I lost it. My mind was awash of hormones and ecstasy, the idea of him taking me in hand, making me pregnant, blew all my doubts and fears out of the water. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed.

“Me too.”

“Oh fuck!”

The world exploded as I felt his seed spurt inside my fertile womb. I have no idea how long we stayed there. His cock was limp when it finally slipped out of me. The last thing I remember about that night was putting a pillow under my ass, making sure that none of his sperm escaped my wonderfully fucked pussy.

Eight months later he was fucking me bareback once again. This time I was on top, a practical necessity of my condition. My swollen breasts sat on top of my even more swollen belly, which gyrated obscenely as I rode his cock.

“You know, I’m really glad you talked me into having a baby. I never thought I would feel this way, but now that she’s inside me, I can’t imagine being without her,” I cooed, rubbing my belly as I savoured the waves of pleasure.

“You think it’s a girl?” my boyfriend asked curiously.

I shrugged, panting as my first orgasm of the evening started to build. “I dunno,” I sighed. “Just a feeling.”

Nineteen years later, I felt the ever comforting and familiar presence of my husband’s bare cock slipping inside my dripping cunt. The practical side of my mind reminded me I already had fifteen children, and that while money was no issue, maybe I ought to quit while I’m ahead. The side of my mind that needed a good fucking won out, bringing his hand to my milk laden breast as I ground my ass against his pelvis.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I always do,” he smirked, kissing the back of my neck. Of course.

“You know I’m ovulating, right?” It wasn’t like we scheduled our lovemaking around my biological clock or anything, but he did make a point to fill me with cum when I was ripe for breeding. I rubbed my clit as he started to thrust. If I was getting pregnant again, I intended to cum hard.

“I’m aware of that, yes,” he said, squeezing my breast. Fuck, why did I love being bred so much?

“You’re gonna get me pregnant. Again,” I moaned, pointing out the obvious.

“That’s the idea,” he said simply.

“I’m too old to have a baby,” I moaned, knowing full well that neither of us cared.

“You’re thirty-seven,” he replied.

“My oldest daughter’s a in high school. And pregnant herself I might add,” I argued.

“So you won’t be the only pregnant girl in the family. Plus, you’ll get to be a sexy mum and a hot grandma at the same time. I told you getting pregnant at eighteen would pay off,” he said confidently.

He wasn’t wrong there. Many of my friends sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn’t help but remember what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it’s way to life inside you.

“People will think I’m a nut. One of those religious wackos that thinks Jesus wants them to stay knocked up,” I complained.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll pull out,” he offered, kneading my breast, drawing a warm jet of milk into his palm.

“That’s not fair. You’ve knocked me up over a dozen times with that line,” I groaned.

“Sixteenth times a charm,” he smirked.

“God, I’m so close,” I moaned.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he warned, quickening his thrusts.

“Please,” I begged. I wanted him fill me up, make me cum, knock me up.

“Just imagine yourself, heavy and pregnant again,” he whispered. In and out, in and out.

“Don’t stop,” I cried. This wasn’t an idle lovemaking session. My husband was actively trying impregnate me.

“And it doesn’t end there. I’m going to keep you pregnant for as long as I can,” he said lovingly, turning me head to face him and kissing me deeply.

“I’m cumming,” I whimpered against his lips.

“Me too.”

“Fuck!”

We stayed like that for hours after the fireworks, long enough to grow hard again, to make sure, to make absolutely certain I would give birth in nine months. The last thing I remember was running my fingers through his hair while he nursed at my breast, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.

Eight months later I was on top again, my swollen form slowly bucking on top of his bare cock. I ran my hands along my sensuous curves, radiating the warm glow of my beautifully pregnant form. I looked into the mirror, seeing a naked fertility goddess in the reflection.

“You know, I’m really glad you talked me into getting pregnant again. I didn’t think I would feel this way, but now that she’s inside me, I couldn’t imagine life without her,” I said thoughtfully, stroking the taught skin on my stomach.

“You sure it’s a girl?” my husband asked curiously.

I shrugged. I was going to cum eventually but I wasn’t in any hurry. “Definitely,” I beamed.

lilmamabeyellin

liquidlimits-deactivated2019032

I just opened up a check in the mail, went to the ATM & found 20$ 😭 I’m not passing these shits up NO more on my mama!

razxion

Even if I do not receive money or good news, I did smile at seeing this smiling Buddha.

dailypattondoodles

^^^^

black-hippie-moonchild

Same here ☺️☺️

one-half-bear

I hope I get to empty my balls inside some cute cumdump soon 🤤.

the-modern-female

“cum is like liquid approval :) Men cant fake that, its always honest and sincere. you know, like when a Man says “that dress looks good on you”, it could be fake. he could just be polite. but if he cums in my mouth, i KNOW he enjoyed me.”

—

the-modern-female

while talking to a Sir, this just happened. Something smart came out of my mouth. What’s happening???

Fantasy

Fantasy time. So, I'm driving down the highway at night. Long road trip. And I stop off at one of those 24 hour adult stores on the side of the road. I try on different lingerie and ask the clerk his opinion. Eventually he comes to the dressing room. No one is around. He pulls out his big, fat cock and tells me to suck it, which I happily do before he fucks me.

vintageinstepford

Online Confessions

“I would love to live in a world like “Handmaid’s Tale” - owned by a powerful, masculine man who has his way with me just to breed me. No power, no rights, being completely at his mercy. Just the idea of that gets me off.”

-Ofjake K.

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Reblog if you agree 🐄

imagineyourepregnant

Imagine Your Boyfriend Wants to Breed You

(this is for the people asking for fluffier things. My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way!)

It’s dark in the basement bedroom you and your boyfriend share. Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. “You’re always so handsy in the mornings,” you murmur, your voice still quiet and sleep-filled.

He smiles and kisses you. “I know you like being woken up this way,” he purs. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You’re so happy with him, and he plays into all of your kinks. You love it.

He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts. You arch your back in anticipation as he stuffs his fingers into you, gently messaging your clit. Soon, you start whimpering and panting, writhing against his touch. “Oh, look at you. So eager,” he groans against your ear, and you moan his name, spurring him on. “You make me so hard,” he continues as your orgasm builds. You can’t control the noises coming out of you. You’re whimpering and shaking as your abdomen tightens, your eyes glazing over as you lock eyes with him until finally, you explode, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. “That’s it,” he purrs, continuing to finger you. “That’s a good little pet.”

As you come down from the high he’s just given you, he kisses you deeply, and sweetly before helping you undress. Usually you get time to pleasure him by taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his hot, hard member, but he’s too eager this morning. He obviously wants to be inside of you, and You’re fine with that. You cum even harder when he’s pumping himself into you.

As soon as you’re naked, the two of you are scrambling to get his clothes off. He strokes his cock for good measure, but as he kneels in front of you, he’s already leaking precum, and fully erect. You’re wet from being played with already, but even wetter now that you’re watching him become primal, ready to take you. You spread your legs, preparing yourself whilst he gets a condom, but he doesn’t grab one this time. Instead, he presses your legs further apart, and lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the hot head of his cock just barely pressing into you, and you want to feel it all the way inside of you. You moan, but stay still, knowing his rule.

“Babe, what about a condom?” You ask, nearly breathless.

He slides his large hands up your inner thighs, and you shiver. “I’ve been thinking about your kink,” he says.

“It’s just a kink,” you interject, slightly panicked, but he silences you by pressing himself inside of you, bare, a few more inches. You gasp. “W-we’re not ready–”

He suddenly slams the rest of himself inside of you, and you scream. It feels so good. You’ve never felt him bare before,and your toes curl. He slowly starts sliding in and out of you, kissing your neck. “I know you want to be pregnant. You’ve told me.” He keeps his tortorously slow pace, and you moan, your eyes rolling back. He slides his hand over your stomach. “You went my children growing inside of you, your tits leaking with milk so as they grow you can feed them.” He starts to speed up, and your moans can’t be contained. He’s really going to do this. He’s going to knock you up. Instinctually, you lock his hips against yours with your legs. “Good girl. Do you want to feel your master’s cock unload inside your fertile womb?”

“Yes,” you moan. There’s no going back. You’re too far gone. “Put a baby in my womb. Please,” you grind your hips up to meet his. “Breed me.”

He groans, and grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “There’s no going back after this,” he groans. His thrusts are steady, and his voice stern. You’re putty under him, moaning and writhing, gripping his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re pregnant,” he growls, picking up the pace. “I’m going to fuck you again and again until you miss your next period.”

“Yes,” you whimper, watching him and in down at you. He licks a stripe between your breasts.

“I’m marking you in the best ways possible. Everyone will know.” He lifted your legs higher, and slammed into you harder, making your breasts sway and your breath hitch. “I’ll breed you,” he snarled. “Over. And over. And over.” His thrusts punctuated every pause, until finally, he stilled. His cock twitched inside of you, sending you over the edge. You cried out, and your Pussy spasmed greedily around his member. “Good girl,” he moaned as his cock spasmed for the sixth and final time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grinned down at you, and withdrew his cock with a wet pop. You felt his seed slowly run between your thighs and onto the sheets. It was a delicious feeling. You hummed contently and pulled him to you, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, and pulled back with a grin. “I can’t wait to see you become a mother.” His hand circled your flat stomach. “Watch you grow bigger.” He chuckled and you blushed.

“Are you really going to breed me over and over?” You asked innocently.

He pulled you to his chest, and whispered. “As many times as your body can take it.”

sextra-credit

“It’s just a kink.” 😏

knockmeup25

Oh my god this is so fucking hot!

pussy-dare

I stopped taking the pill several months ago. The chance for pregnancy makes the sex epic! Most of the month I take their seed, during the fertile window I try to use the pullout meathod. But I really don’t care much anymore and sometimes I am just to horny to ask.

Am I the only one who read The Giver and thought it would be hot to be assigned to be a "birth mother", like, your entire job was just to get knocked up multiple times? Just me?

gqandw

ississipp

Reblog if...

makingheramommy

You would take a load deep in your fertile little cunt and not let ANY drip out...

You would dump a load in a tight fertile pussy and not think twice about the consequences...

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