Welcome to my blog and this long overdue "about this blog" post! I reblog and occasionally post explicit and nsft- related content.
Some quick tidbits!
I am in my mid 20s! I identify with she/they pronouns, and my sexuality isn't labeled but it's somewhere between bi and pan. I am also in a committed and monogamous relationship. I block blank or ageless blogs (I do check occasionally!) Goes without saying: MDNI!
I post a lot of:
Consensual non-con (cnc)
BDSM
Teratophilia (monster-fucking)
Edging
Bondage
Degredation/Praise
Gangbang/public/semi public fantasies
Occasional elements of hypno and bimboification scattered in (and whatever else I find that I like)
Some turn offs:
Piss/Scat
Anal (as a rule- I can ignore it when reblogging but I don't actively fantasize about it)
Feet (no shame to people who are into that, just not for me)
Ageplay
[There's something else I'm not thinking of, I'll add and update this list later]
I'm fine with asks, but I don't respond to DMs.
It's hard for me to gaugue whether people genuinely want a conversation, or if it's going to lead into a sexting thing. (I mean. Y'all are freaks and I love it, but this IS a porn blog, soo..) No hate to anyone who has dm'ed me, I just won't respond to those
Im not even really doing anything. Browsing Tiktok. Scrolling Tumblr. Perusing Redditt.
But my cunt owns me. My pussy decides what I watch. Which posts I interact with. Which revealing, slutty outfits my fingers hovering over.
My brain doesnt think about it- until my clit starts begging for attention. Suddenly, my mind is filled with thoughts of edging. Of endless pleasure. The anticipation, the denial- and at long last, release. How my body would explode, how my fingers would curl and my mouth would moan. How my entire body would succumb to the will of my pussy.
I shake my head, change apps. Scroll through something else. But my cunt gets louder and louder, and my mind gets quieter and softer.
I can't give in, or the cycle of lust will continue. Surely I dont want that.. right?
Luckily though, her roommate had lent her his fan! Nice of him. He was nice.
The fan was maybe a little old and beaten up, but that was fine, It was certainly a lot better than nothing, and she definitely appreciated it. It didn’t make her cooler, really, but it made her less warm, which made all the difference to her right at that moment. She sprawled, she sweated slightly, she stared into space, she let the air be shoved over her.
And then she let her stare move from space towards the fan, just because.
It was, as said, a little old. How old she couldn’t say but her roommate had clearly had it for some time given how rough the thing was looking - and sounding. Fans often had a constant, soporific drone, but something about this one was particularly…
… she couldn’t quite describe it. ‘Relaxing’ felt too strong for just a fan, but it was certainly not unpleasant to listen to.
Looking at it, she was also starting to appreciate how beaten up the thing was. The blades, specifically. She hadn’t noticed before she’d turned it on, but now it was spinning it was more obvious. The blades were scuffed and scratched and this didn’t mean it worked any worse, of course, but it did mean that now they were spinning all of them were sort of smearing and spinning and blurring together and…
… and…
She was staring. Listening to the fan. Buzzing humming. What had she been thinking about?
Her roommate was so nice…
Oh yeah, the fan. The blades. The marks on them. The weird nice smeary shape they made when the blades spun. Because it was a shape, or at least something that looked like a shape. Lines? Something. Something moving to the middle. She couldn’t quite describe it no matter how much she stared and she really was staring and staring, listening to the nice humming buzzing sound, her roommate was so nice, so caring, her roommate looked after her…
What had she been thinking about?
It was so hot. Even with the fan it was too hot. She needed to take her clothes off. Yes. It was too hot to be wearing anything, yes. Naked. She quickly stripped down, doing the best she could not to look away from the fan as she did so - what was that shape? She could have sworn it looked like something. If she stared at a little longer she could work it out…
Yes. Naked was better. She felt better. This was good. She felt good. Staring, listening. Focus. Her roommate was so nice. He looked after her. He made her feel safe. It was good to listen to him. She should listen to him more. Like how she was listening to the fan humming buzzing nice and safe keep staring. It was okay her legs were spreading. Just too hot, that’s all.
Spinning shapes like a spiral, she realises. Around and around spinning spinning. Pulls to the middle. Kept pulling her eyes to the middle. Could look away if she wanted. Easy. Just didn’t want to, that was all. Didn’t need to. Wanted to keep staring. Eyes in the middle. Safe. Her roommate kept her safe. Focus. Listening. Needed to listen to him more. Good girls listen. Humming buzzing listen focus stare.
She was thinking about something, only not really because she couldn’t really think. Too hot for thinking. Buzzy hummy spinning focus. Just an idea in her head. A sense. A need. A want.
What was it…
She wanted to touch herself. Yes. That’s why her hand was between her legs. She wanted to. That was what was in her head. Touch herself. Listen focus stare touch play switch off. That’s what she wanted to do. Her idea. She wanted to.
So she did.
The sun had long set by the time her roommate came in to see how she was doing. It was too dark for her to keep staring at the fan but she hadn’t moved anyway. She could play, she could listen, she wanted to play, she wanted to listen. That was how he found her. Slumped, legs spread, lazily rubbing, drooling. When he turned the fan off she whined.
The sudden silence was a void. None of her thoughts rushed in to fill it, because they’d all gone quiet and disappeared. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She felt scared.
Then she heard him. His voice. His voice filled the void, swallowed the silence, made her safe. His voice was her thoughts and there wasn’t anything to worry about. He said to keep playing, and so she did. He said she was his now, and so she was. He said she wanted to suck his cock, and so when she felt the head of it pass between her lips she groaned and did just that.
He was so nice. He looked after her. He kept her safe. He owned her.
I made the mistake of listening to hypnotic music.. I went to sleep with the line, "I wanna be a cock-obsessed whore" and woke up with the rest of the chorus, "its all i want and it's all I'm good for"
It's been like a mantra in my brain… I already came twice yesterday and my body is begging for more 😖
I edged for a full hour today. I was so wet I thought I was actually leaking my brains out. My little white panties were darkened, soaking in my juices. The sight of my thighs spread apart and my hand shoved in my cunt while pinching and pulling my nipple made me cum until I saw stars.
But my cunt is insatiable.. and now I'm humping a blanket like the broken whore im meant to be
Imagine being on display at a fakeboy pussy exhibition. They gave you $1000 to be the main event at an art exhibit alongside three other fakeboys. You’re bent over, with only your hips, ass, pussy, and legs sticking out through a hole in the wall, so that your identity could be concealed. Your ankles are restrained to keep your legs spread open throughout the exhibition, so that everyone can get a good look at your pretty pussy.
The evening seems to be going pretty well for the first few hours. You can hear people passing by on the other side of the wall, commenting on how gorgeous and feminine your pussies are.
But then, you hear a commotion in the large exhibition room - someone is speaking into a microphone. “Thank you all for coming out tonight for the exhibition. Now is the moment you’ve all been waiting for: it’s time for the auction to begin!” You and the other fakeboys exchange confused glances. “For their generous donation, the lucky winner gets to impregnate one of these lovely fakeboys! Bids start at $10,000.”
Your stomach sinks as you hear the auction begin. How could they have neglected to mention this? Plus, the starting bid was so much more than you got paid, it wasn’t fair! You start to struggle against your restraints, desperately hoping to break free, but you just hear the crowd in the other room laughing.
“Oh, we have a feisty one! Don’t you just love seeing those wide birthing hips squirm, folks?”
The dysphoria was starting to get to you, and unfortunately the wetness it caused was on display for dozens - or was it hundreds? - of people. You suddenly became overly conscious of the feeling of your ass jiggling with each small movement. The restraints were very secure and hadn’t budged whatsoever; perhaps it wasn’t worth struggling.
You hear the bids going higher and higher, approaching $100,000 now. Maybe it’ll just be one of us who gets impregnated, you think. Hopefully the auction winner will choose to breed one of the other fakeboys’ pussies.
You hate to throw your compatriots under the bus, but the situation demanded it. You really, really don’t want to get pregnant right now. How would you explain it to people when your tits swelled up too massive and milky to bind, and your big pregnant belly necessitated that you wear girly maternity clothes instead of your favorite button-up shortsleeve shirts? In only a few short months, it would become impossible to hide the fact that you had been impregnated, and everyone who saw you would instantly be able to tell that your body had been claimed and put to work making babies.
No, no, no! It could’t be! You sink further into denial as the bids approach $200,000. There are four fakeboys at this exhibition, so the chances that you would be the victim were only 25%. You could be safe and go on living your life as a stealth fakeboy while one of the others dealt with the consequences of being tricked into this auction. Surely, surely … !
The final bid was placed: a whopping $260,000. Your heart raced. The winning bidder was cheered and congratulated as they made their way to the front. You heard their footsteps approaching.
"Which one should I breed first?" they ask out loud. The crowd shouts out a jumble of different answers. You hear the fakeboy to your right gasp quietly, then a moment later you feel a cold finger tracing along your asscheek. The hand moves down to grab the inside of your thigh.
"You're dripping all the way onto the floor, did you realize that?" the bidder's voice asks. "You must really want this." You quiver as you feel their hand touch your exposed lips, rubbing your wetness all over your erect tdick and pussy. You can barely contain the moan the sensation causes. They're touching you gently, like they actually want to make you feel good, which just makes you feel all the more needy. They squeeze and jiggle your thighs and ass as they start to inspect you; spreading your cheeks, palpating your vulva, stroking the curvature of your hips.
"You're a fine specimen, you know that? A pussy like this definitely deserves to be on display." They spoke quietly now, talking only to you rather than to the audience. "I don't think I could live with myself if I passed up an opportunity to fill it." They slipped their fingers inside you and you felt yourself clench around them involuntarily. "Good girl," they cooed. Being referred to as such made you feel incredibly dysphoric, and yet you couldn't deny how it aroused you. You felt a longing to be slutty, to submit and prove what a good girl you could be.
When they removed their fingers, a desperate whimper escaped from you. You couldn't bear the feeling of emptiness inside you any longer. There was no denying it: your pussy wanted - needed - to be bred. So, when you heard the sound of the bidder's pants dropping to the floor, you felt a wave of relief. Maybe I just won't get pregnant, you bargain. Most people have to try more than once, right?
They smack your ass, and you can feel the whole thing jiggle in reverberation. Their cock prods your pussy, and you feel them rub the tip up and down your slit. It takes all your effort just to not whimper out loud with desire. I'm totally powerless in this situation, so I might as well enjoy it in the moment, you think.
"You should be proud to have such a fat pussy. It's a shame you don't show it off more. If you belonged to me, I'd put it on display every single day."
Finally, the bidder sank their cock into you. You felt how incredibly slick your passage was from the ease with which it slipped inside. Subconsciously, you push yourself back onto their cock, needing to feel it deeper within you. With a few strokes, they split you open far enough to bottom out. This time, you can't hold back a euphoric moan - it's echoed by the bidder's moans on the other side of the wall.
"Fuck, that's nice," you hear them say. You can't help but agree. Their cock felt like it was setting fire to your insides. Your hips were gyrating in response to their thrusts, and it felt like your pussy was sucking their cock in, needing it ever deeper. You'd never been penetrated without a condom before, and it felt so good and so right. How could you have gone on so long not knowing how sublime a raw cock felt in your pussy? Now that you knew how good it felt to breed, how could you ever turn back?
The bidder gripped you firmly by your hip bones, using that leverage to pound you even harder and faster. At this point you were a drooling, moaning mess, your unrestrained breasts swinging back and forth with each stroke. The other fakeboys watched you with unabashed curiosity, and you were sure the entire audience in the showroom was doing the same. But you didn't mind; there wasn't enough room in your mind to focus on anything other than the massive cock relentlessly rearranging your guts.
The bidder grunts and increases their pace once more. The plap, plap of sticky skin against skin grows more fervent, and you think surely they must be getting close. They're breeding you like an animal, jackhammering into you. It feels amazing, so amazing that you lose yourself in it. In that moment, you exist to be bred, and absolutely nothing else. You are just a pussy, with fertile hips as breeding handles, huge wobbling tits, and a womb, born to be used.
"Beg me to fill you up," they command darkly between heavy breaths. When all you can muster is a lustful moan, they dig their fingernails into your squishy hips and slow their pace slightly, still thrusting hard and deep. "Beg me."
"Please, ..." your speech is punctuated by the loud clap of your ass against their hips. "Please pump me full of your cum."
When they don't react, you keep begging, breathlessly: "Please fill me up. I want to feel your cum! I need it! Please cum inside me! Please impregnate me!"
The dysphoria that accompanies that final phrase is overwhelmingly arousing, and you feel yourself climaxing. You cum, hard, on your rapist's cock. Your blissful moans fill the room, and there's no question that the audience can hear it. You can feel your pussy milking the bidder's cock as your orgasm goes on and on.
Soon, they cum too, pushing into you as deep as they can while their pulsating cock gushes a load of virile semen into your womb. It feels utterly sublime. They thrust a few more times for good measure, fucking every last drop deep into you.
As you fade back into awareness, you hear that the crowd is cheering for your fertilization. "Do another!" a voice yells. "Do them all!" another voice replies. Aftershocks of bliss continue to pass over you as you realize the fakeboy to your left is getting fucked now. Her moans are high-pitched and feminine, and every few breaths she lets out a weaker and weaker "No..."
There's nothing you can do now, so just accept it, you think. Besides, how could something that feels so good be bad? You wanted nothing more than to be bred over and over again; you prayed fecklessly that the bidder would come back to you for another round, filling your womb with cum until you felt like it might burst, to ensure that you would get impregnated. Instead, you sat there with your limbs restrained, your gaping hole on public display begging to be filled again, while you watched your fellow fakeboys' faces as they were inseminated one by one. How lewd you all must look from behind, four exposed pussies all in a row and dripping with fresh cum.
At least you wouldn't be alone in your pregnancy; with a support group of pregnant fakeboys who understood what you had been through, comparing how your bodies swelled up together week by week, perhaps it wouldn't be quite so bad.
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The bar acquaintance had been charming, his offer to continue the night at a party seeming like a lucky break. You didn't expect the party to be a room full of men. Maybe if you'd been sober, you would have turned around and run away. But the alcohol in your system softened the edges, muttering that it was fine, that they all seemed nice.
Their collective gaze settled on you, accompanied by easy smiles. A flush warmed your skin as you became the sudden center of attention. A fresh glass was pressed into your hand, filled to the brim.
After that, reality fragmented into a blurry montage.
…You are squeezed between hot, moving bodies. Hands are everywhere—greedy, claiming, sliding under your clothes. A hot breath mists the nape of your neck. A sob catches in your throat as a palm cups you through your panties, then slips inside. The world goes soft-focus as someone carefully removes your glasses.
…You are led on your hands and knees from one man to the next, your mouth learning the unique taste of each.
…They take you in turns, two, then three at once. Resistance is impossible; you are adrift in a haze of liquor and a strange, heavy weakness, yet a monstrous arousal coils tight in your belly. When your first climax of the evening shudders through you, it’s met with rough laughter and a round of applause.
…Later, they offer you to the pizza delivery guy. He unbuckles his pants, and your blurry vision registers the intimidating length before he presses into you. He chooses your ass, his hand occasionally landing a lazy, stinging slap against your bare cunt. You cum under him so hard that it brings tears to your eyes.
…The night devolves into a game. The cold shock of a beer can, the hard glass of an empty bottle, the plastic corners of a TV remote. You moan on them the same way you moaned on a cock, until another man silences you by filling your mouth with his.
…You are on all fours, your gaze fixed on the floor as a man drives into you from behind, his grip tight on your hips. Another man approaches from the front. His hand comes to rest on your head, but instead of forcing, his fingers gently, almost tenderly, stroke your hair. You look up, squinting through the blur.
"Smile for me, sweetheart."
The command is soft. Your lips part, stretching into a wide, drunken grin. He runs a thumb over your lower lip. Without a thought, your tongue darts out to lick it, and you draw his finger into your mouth, sucking on it.
"What an innocent smile for such a greedy little slut," he murmurs, his other hand working his belt buckle. "Now open wider."
The head of his cock presses against your lips, then slides over your tongue. You close your mouth around him, and he releases a low, satisfied groan. The man behind you echoes the sound, his rhythm faltering for a beat. "What—a—nice—bitch!" he grunts, punctuating each word with a thrust.
And in the strangest twist of the night, a profound sense of rightness settles over you. This is where you belong. Where you were always meant to be. For the first time in a long, long time, you feel happy.
I need a friend that sits me in his lap, just for innocent snuggles. He offers me a joint, I don't wanna take it, but he's just so sweet and convincing. He'll take care of me, he says. I get dizzy. He starts to touch me more.
But it's nothing unusual. I enjoy it, he says. I shouldn't worry my pretty little head about it.
My brain is cloudy? No, it's not. Come on, Sweetie, one more. You're gonna feel even better. You like this. You like how light and silly it makes you feel. Are you hot baby?
Awww, it's fine. Just lose your pants. That's right. Come straddle my lap. Aw, you look so out of it. That's right. Bounce on my cock like a dumb little slut. I wonder how long it takes until we get you addicted to my cock...
The concept of Sir handing my leash to the nice man we met at the bar, following us back to his place
The concept of Him pulling my tits out and holding my arms down as the man yanks the rest of my clothes down to my ankles
The thought of Sir pinning my arms underneath his knees as he undoes his belt, growling at me to take it like a good girl as I feel something prodding my lower lips apart
The feeling of Sir's cock down my throat as my pussy is ruthlessly fucked
My eyes watering as I'm spitroasted, and all I can do is feel as they use my body to pleasure themselves
Once theyre done and my skin is covered in their seed, Sir orders me to rub my cunt
I nod, and start massaging my clit. A blindfold settles over my eyes. Sir tells to focus on making myself cum like the dirty whore I am
As I get closer and closer, I feel Sir's hand on my nipples, pulling and pinching. He tells me to suck on his fingers as my cunt becomes impossibly slick
I cum, and my body relaxes. The blindfold is removed. Their cocks are hard and ready again.
"Sorry darling, you were just too sexy. You got us all turned on again. You won't mind Round Two. Spread your thighs."
love it when dry humping turns into rubbing his cock against your bare pussy turns into just the tip turns into just a couple strokes turns into the hardest fuck you've ever had
wanna be a good little slut and do some tasks? me too!! here are some things you can do in your spare time to keep being a good girl.
put a gag in and drool. dumb cunts don't need to speak!! train yourself to be gagged and drooling all over your tits. my favourite way to do this is to drink some lemonade and then put an o-ring gag in. the sour lemonade like makes your mouth salivate more!! d
pavlov your nipples. any time you feel dumb, anytime you do something stupid or make a mistake, rub your nipples!! pinch them, twist them, etc!! do it through your shirt or underneath. eventually you'll learn to associate being dumb with pleasure and your tits will beg you to touch them.
train your asshole. men love to use your asshole, so be sure to train it and keep it nice and clean. good girl!
shave and moisturize your body. remember to keep yourself nice and hairless so men can see that needy cunt!! when there's no hair, being wet makes more of a mess. it's prettier too!
look at men's bulges. remind yourself that the men around you have cocks. imagine them fucking you with it. get horny for every man. in public and online, look at his bulge.
clean with a toy in. need to clean something? put a toy in and some hypno on. good girls dress up and clean everything like good sluts. learn to associate cleaning with pleasure. get on your knees to clean.
watch porn instead of TV. dumb girls don't need any entertainment other than porn!! if you want to relax and unwind, put on some porn instead of TV or a movie. if you want to listen to music, put on some hypno loop files.
edge to smart men. watch a man explain something smart that you don't understand, and edge to it! remind yourself that you don't understand, and that you're beneath him!
wear cute underwear. unless you're on your period, your panties should always be cute!! a man might use you at any time, and you should make yourself look good! you should always either wear a cute, slutty bra, or no bra.
or, wear skirts with no panties! you don't need underwear. wear a skirt with no panties around your house, or in public if you're feeling risky.
turn off autocorrect. cunts don't need to spell things right!! make sure you don't correct yourself either, and type like a good, dumb girl.
put on lipgloss. rub your clit while you do. tell yourself that lipgloss makes you dumber and hornier, and men love it!! eventually you'll get horny whenever you put it on.
do what men tell you to do. even if it's not sexual, you should practice obeying and being a good girl. they know what's best! if you need help with something, go to a man for it!
hump something every day! try to hump at least one thing a day, but aim for more!! go hump random things and stick your tongue out while you do. make sure you look dumb ♥
do things with a plug in. if you need to do a chore, go out, or do anything, put a toy in!! it'll remind you of your place and keep you wet and needy.
buy sex toys instead of books. who needs books and learning? buy yourself toys and lingerie. break your mind with toys, keep yourself full. (make sure to buy toy cleaner too!)
and most of all: never ever cum!! cumming makes you selfish, you need to put other people's pleasure first! don't cum. stay wet and desperate to please others.
Wizard stalker who enchants a fleshlight to be a portal straight to my cunt then passes it around to their friends, family, strangers, anyone who wants to use it. Being in public when I suddenly feel a cock ramming into my cunt over and over, filling me with cum that drips down my legs, sobbing in the bathroom as I watch my pussy stretch around nothing again and again...
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