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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.”
Reblog if you practice what you preach regarding sex!
No condoms, no pills, no pulling out.
Track your cycle, engage in risk play, cum inside her. Let nature decide.
If you are on the fence about it this is your sign to go through with it.
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“Oh baby, I know you’re worried you’re going to lose, but that’s part of the fun isn’t it? All you have to do to keep your rich cock commitment-free is let me slide my tight cunt down onto you.” she purred. Riley looked up at his girlfriend, Emma, unable to believe his situation.
Despite being rich, Riley never had much luck with the girls. He would spend money on all the fancy gifts and dates but strike out when it was time to seal the deal. Never making it past 1st base in his 22 years, his balls ached with the anticipation of losing his virginity.
Then he met Emma. For 3 months she teased and teased him with her perfect body.
Forbidden by Emma to masturbate, she would send him cheeky pictures as his inexperienced cock wept precum onto his sheets each night. Only twice had she ever used her hand to relieve his blue balls. Each time he released rope after rope of his seed, spewing up and out of his swollen balls, it completely coated his girlfriend’s tight stomach and perky breasts.
When he was caught edging to her pictures, Emma devised an elaborate plan to torture him further, adoring his sexual frustration. Each night he had to watch videos of men impregnating fertile women. Most of the time he was told to watch videos of women riding men to orgasm. As the moans and grunts of release sounded through his earphones, his strained cock leaked precum from its cumslit. into his boxers wrapped tightly around his bulge.
Now here he was being straddled by his ovulating girlfriend. It was clear she wanted a baby, but was willing to gamble albeit with stacked odds. Her wager was simple. If Riley could keep his cum in his balls as she took him all the way into her depths, she agreed to let Riley wear a condom and fuck his brains out all night. But if Riley’s cum starting erupting out of his denied and sensitive head before his cumslit nestled into her cervix, not only would she ride him through his orgasm, but she would fuck him all night unprotected.
As she stroked his cock, straddling his lap, he could feel her pussy grool drip onto his balls, the cool sensation of the wetness almost triggering an eruption then. She placed his cock against her tight tummy, “Jesus, do you think it will fit? You’re all the way up to my belly button! Think of how close you’ll be to my eggs baby. I know you’re going to lose all your baby batter inside me hun. You won’t be able to hold it all in..” She purred the last few words, sending a shiver down Riley’s spine and up his cock.
Still playing with him she taunted him with the rules, “So remember, as long as you don’t mind me leaving you if you’re too chicken to play, there’s no pressure baby. All you have to do is keep all this cum,” squeezing his balls hard producing a glob of precum at his cumslit that she massaged into his head, “..down in those balls. Okay let’s go!”
Emma positioned her dripping cunt over Riley’s engorged head. His glans was a dark shade of pink, with milky precum oozing out at a constant rate. The moment her lips began swallowing his cock he knew he was doomed. Emma dropped down suddenly ripping his orgasm up and out of his balls. Like white hot fire his cum began spraying into her womb as his head was swallowed up. Feeling the jets of semen splatter her depths Emma bucked hard around Riley’s cock forcing her lips to caress his spasming cock. Clenching and pulsating Riley moaned as his balls were drained of his virginity and his stored up cum. Gyrating her hips now to work his cum in deeper, Emma began giggling thinking of the night ahead. She purred into Riley leaning forward to bite his neck. Riley felt a hot stream of his cum leak out of her and down his balls. The sensation coupled with his girlfriend’s efforts began to stir his cock once again. The sound of his cum being fucked into her cunt was memorizing, and soon he was thrusting to meet her. As Emma slammed down into his hips over and over his inexperienced cock began to throb. This was going to be a very long night.
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I knew I was seeing him that day. I couldn’t wait. I wanted him so badly, I know it would be hard to hold back.
But it was dangerous. I was fertile…
The idea made me shiver. A baby… his baby… inside me. Growing… filling my womb…
But would he want it? I reached down, rubbed my flat, soft stomach. Thought how strange it would be to have it be round, firm… I decided not to tell him. I want it, even if he didn’t.
My lover came to the door. We talked. Laughed. Had dinner. Gazed longingly at each other. We both wanted what we knew would happen. Holding back, simply because the erotic tension was so delicious.
We sat on the couch next to each other. His hand found my thigh. He griped it… my whole body surged with lust. Need. I pulled him close. Kissed him deeply.
Our clothes came off, keeping a pretense of civility at first. My shirt, and his. My bra. He gazed with hunger at my breasts. Kissed the nipples, making them ache, needing more, forcing a lusty moan from me.
The man I cared for so much tried to get my pants unbuttoned, got frustrated. Tugged. The button broke, and I hissed, as my jeans were tugged off. My panties were left on, for now. I could feel my juices soaking into the fabric, my gender filling the room with an aroused, sexual musk. It drove us both to an even higher frenzy…
Should I tell him, of the danger? That this could lead to me straining, screaming, trying to bush our baby from my aching, dripping opening?
The thought only left me wanting more. NEEDING more. I pulled at his clothes, wrenching them down, kissing along his shaft. So potent, powerful, full of seed. It was already leaking… I shivered in anticipation. The sex. The impregnation. Gestating his baby, feeling it grow and move and kick… labor, birth… the whole thing, I needed it, wanted to relish every second.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Stood, guided him to the floor. My lover gripped my underwear. I leaned back, let him pull harder, until a ripping sound filled the room. I gasped, purred, my panties a tattered shred of fabric, torn off. My feminine gash was leaking juices down my thighs, practically dripping. I’d never been this aroused in my life, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.
I wanted to ride him. Impregnate myself, without him even knowing. Make this beautiful man cum in me, force him to create a child in my body. I wanted to be in control. I pushed on his chest, straddled him. Pressed his tip against my gender, let my sex run it’s juices over it, down my lover’s shaft, let him feel how hot and wet and ready I was.
I began to lower myself, shuddering, moaning, forcing myself to go slow, relish every tiny bit that entered me. Feeling him leak pre-cum into my tunnel, laying his swimmers inside me. Just knowing that, knowing that I had a ripe, fertile egg inside that they wanted, that they would find…
His tip mashed against my cervix. I came. Felt my womanhood clamping down, milking his wonderful sex, forcing more of his beautiful, powerful cum to squirt inside me. I leaned down after, kissed him. Told him not to hold back.
I began to slide him in and out. If I hadn’t already conceived, I knew it was only a matter of time. That knowledge made me even hotter, and I picked up my pace as he began to tense. He didn’t even know what I was really doing, and that made it even more delicious. I pressed my face into his neck, feeling myself quickly reach the verge again, and moaned “cum for me baby…” in the softest, most sultry voice I could.
He did.
My lover gripped me tight, as jet after ropy jet of his seed thudded against my cervix. I immediately climaxed once more, as I felt my tunnel, my belly, fill with hot, sticky cum.
It was perfect.
We laid there after. Loving one another. I couldn’t stop rubbing my belly, smiling at the secret I’d made. Could almost feel the moment, as we laid nestled against one another, drifting to sleep, that faint fluttering inside. The egg, taking root.
Pregnant.
The very thought made me wet all over again.
I liked my secret. Took a test after a month, and cried in joy when it came out positive. I’d done it… I was carrying our baby. I grinned, wanted to hide it from him as long as possible. He had things to do, we only saw each other every once in a while. Just holding him made me overwhelmed with lust. But he had to go on a trip for three months, just as I entered my second trimester.
It was perfect.
I walked around naked all the time. Surrounded myself with mirrors. I loved every little change. My breasts, getting heavy, aching deliciously as I started getting milky. Our child slowly, inexorably grew inside, pressing my belly outward, the skin firm, tight, smooth.
I loved my secret, but I loved him more. Didn’t want him to feel like I was hiding it out of fear. So I made sure I took plenty of pictures every day, noting every little change. Giving him a sexy, fertile, beautiful timeline to easily follow. My middle became more gravid, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I was so excited, I’d sit naked for an entire weekend, enjoying the tight, round skin under my fingertips, imagining that I could feel myself growing oh so slowly.
Toward the start of my third trimester, I felt the first kick. God, I was so heavy, so full. My entire body screamed of fertility, motherhood. My back was bowed, chest bigger and fuller, my constantly-aroused womanhood puffy, like the pedals of a flower just about to open. I couldn’t wait for it to.
The doctors had been telling me it would be a nice, big, healthy baby. I was looking forward to meeting it, to going into labor, giving birth…
He came home. I was wearing heavy, baggy clothes. He sensed something was up. We started to play with each other, kissing, touching. Then, I started to slowly strip. And his eyes got wide. He began to smile, as I got the sweaters off, showing my massive, motherly swell. Began to bite his lip, get painfully erect as I didn’t stop taking clothes off.
It was the best sex we’d ever had. Tip mashing against my sealed cervix with every thrust. Suckling my breasts, relieving the ache, the weight. Rubbing my belly constantly. I’d never felt anything like it. Especially when the baby started to kick. The child we’d created.
Of course he was thrilled.
I could barely keep his hands off me. Not that I tried very hard. I’d tease him by pretending to go into labor. Go into the other room, start moaning, grunting, saying how heavy the head was, how much pressure I felt. He’d walk in, throbbing and stiff. I’d tell him I was about to crown, that I could feel my feminine lips bulging with his baby.
It was always amazing, always passionate.
Finally, it was time. I had been having contractions all day, feeling them get stronger, the pressure getting more powerful. But I wanted to keep this another secret. Wanted to help his fantasies come true. We were going to the mall, having a relaxing date. I laid out my clothes, and let him watch as I slowly, deliberately dressed. Sliding my panties up, covering my damp gender. Then my pants. Bra, and tee shirt. By the end, he was panting with lust, and he never even noticed the contractions, thought they were excited kicks. The t-shirt was from before I got pregnant, as were the pants. They barely fit, my gravid orb fully exposed.
We both loved it.
By noon, I could feel the head pressing firmly against my cervix, the spasms gripping my body were impossible to ignore. He started to suspect. The pressure was rising to a crescendo…
I pulled him close. “Don’t panic, I love you…” I whispered. Kissed him, while cupping his hand over my crotch. Shuddered, and heard a very quiet pop from inside me. Moaned as I felt my waters break, gushing down my birth canal, into my underwear, my pants, all over his hand, soaking everything between my legs, drenching my thighs.
His eyes went wide. Stunned, surprised. I loved it. I kept my hand over his, loosely. “It’s time hon… I won’t tell if you don’t…” I whispered in the ear of the man I loved. His breathing picked up, and I knew I was bringing his wildest dreams to life. A quick nod. I nibbled his earlobe, and focused on the once-more climbing pressure inside.
My baby was ready to be born.
Another potent contraction coursed through me, and I could tell I was fully dilated. I buried my face in my lover’s neck, whimpered, clutched tight t him as I bore down, started to give birth to the baby we’d made nine months ago. His strong hands roamed my hot, sweaty body. I didn’t mind at all, was comforted my his touches. My cervix was being spread by the head, aching, straining, burning.
It was the worst pain I’d ever been in.
I had never felt anything so amazing, so good.
Once more I pushed, biting down on the father of my child’s shoulder, easing the relentless force in my womb, while making the pressure a million times worse within it’s barrier, my feminine tunnel. Filling me, penetrating me from the inside out. Every spasm that crushed my gravid mound came with the need to force my offspring out from between my legs, and I gave in without question.
It was torture. It was heaven. My body was being pushed to it’s limits, and yet some part of me knew this is what my body was for, the point of being female. Some primal aspect of me was roaring in triumph, that I was becoming a mother, right here, in front of all these people. That they could see how fertile I was, how strong my child would be as I birthed it.
I wanted to scream, as I bore down desperately, the head slipping down the most delicate, sensitive parts of my body.
I was on the verge of orgasm, as I felt my lips starting to push out, bulging with my soon-to-be-born baby.
“Love you!” I gasped, as my opening began to press out further, and I could feel my damp underwear dragging pleasantly over the sensitive, swollen flesh. My first child was starting to crown, making my damp, delicate folds light up, burning so deliciously. Every second the worst and best of my life at the same time, and I felt like I was starting to go mad, utterly overwhelmed by the raw sensations caused by my labor.
I opened wider as I pushed. And wider. And wider. It was coming so fast, searing my poor flesh so deliciously, I couldn’t stop, needed to feel the hot, wet rush of my baby gushing out in a spray of juices! But my panties, my pants, were fighting my efforts. I could feel my lover’s hand rubbing my thighs, along my bulging clothes, running his finger up and down the fabric, to my hot, straining skin with agonizing gentleness.
I stopped for a bit, caught my breath. “Hon… are you sure you want to do this? It could be risky for you and the baby, and I don’t want…” I put a trembling finger on his lips, shushed him, and then kissed him deeply, as another contraction took me, and I bore down once more, making the bulge between my legs more significant. As my lips opened, little streams of amniotic fluid trickled from me, I was sitting in a steadily growing puddle. the air around me beginning to smell of sex, arousal, and childbirth.
I was opening so wide, and I bit my lip, resting my head on his chin as I strained. The skin seemed to be stretching so far, making the most wonderfully torturous sensations radiate from between my legs. I could feel my womanhood starting to near it’s limit, feeling tight, the baby almost fully crowned. I whimpered as I pushed, and nothing happened.
And again.
My pants… panties… they were holding the baby in place, keeping it from going further… I looked my lover in the eye, let out a groan of effort. The fingers I loved so much fumbled with my jeans button. The zipper. He slid a hand down my pants and underwear, tugged at the clothes, guided them away from my laboring opening.
He knew I didn’t want him to take them off. Just to give me enough room.
And he did.
A big push… and I couldn’t help it anymore. The head crowned fully, and then… it popped out of me! I screamed, the sudden surge of forward motion out of my body overwhelming my erotic desires. Everyone knew now. A brief examination exposed the smell, the puddle, the bulge, my lover’s hands down my pants, giving my room to deliver. Some gasped. Some watched in stunned silence. Some laughed.
But some, I could tell, were fascinated, aroused at this display of love, of the power of the female body. Those people, I wanted to watch. Wanted them to see how gloriously feminine I was right now. In the process of becoming a mother, bringing a life into this world from inside my body, out between my legs… nothing compared.
One more agonized, orgasmic scream. One more big push. One shoulder. The other. then, in a burning, hot, wet rush of movement, all the rest. Fluids pumped from between my legs, soaking everything down there once more, as the man I loved so very much withdrew our baby from my clothes, let me hold them for the first time.
It was a little girl. So beautiful. So perfect. She cried in shock, but quieted swiftly. Such a good little thing.
I was exhausted, thrilled. The ambulance showed up, and as they arrived, the need to push once more struck. I bore down carefully, and felt the placenta slipping down my body. Not nearly as large or firm as the amazing baby I held in my arms, drinking from my breast.
She was fine, the doctors told us. So was I. And this beautiful man. The three of us went home, after, and began to set about adapting to our new lives.
He proposed, that very night.
I told him only under one condition. He was never to let me have another period again.
He agreed.
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Hey I'll catch you guys later! It's been a blast.
Each year the institute gives out a full ride scholarship to just one applicant for outstanding athletic performance. The decision now comes down to these four finalists, each of them in prime condition and ready to put it all on the line.
When the contest begins the girls will have a 20 second head start, then the three men selected for their speed and virility will be released to run them down. The women have been tested to ensure no contraceptives are in their system, and have been given the very best fertility drugs to make sure their vulnerable wombs are prepared for their pursuers.
The game is simple. There are four girls, and only three hunters. One of these lovely ladies will reach the end of the course, be let out, and awarded the scholarship. The other three will be brutally, and repeatedly, raped in the dirt of this field and filled with the seed of our finest studs.
December 17th - a rescue plan
Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.
I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)
One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.
More info over the days to come.
The plan is, broadly:
1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there
2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.
3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.
4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.
Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.
There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.
The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.
If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.
Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.
(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)
If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.
If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.
(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)
If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.
Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.
By: KyronLadon / Twitter
A sad, sad day. I will be keeping an eye on further developments so that us breeders and breedees have a place to celebrate our fondness for procreation.
This deserves an award.
Alternatives to Tumblr if Yahoo goes any further
Soup.io - well-known alternative to Tumblr. Reblogging, post types, themes, collab blogs, dashboard, artsy, great community already there. Soup can auto-import everything you’ve posted on Tumblr.
TypePad - Includes reblogging. Dashboard and post types similar to Tumblr.
Jux - Artful posts, beautiful blogging experience
Reblogging cause one day it just may be neccessary.
It became necessary
WordPress will also import Tumblr blogs.
This is what is needed. Plausible alternatives.
Thank you!!
I like the sound of soup.io if i can migrate my tumblr blog and theme there.
Can t get soup working for me. Any others?
Keeping an eye on this…
If I can get an adult version of something kinda like Tumblr up and running, would you guys be interested?
Mostly same features but with extra features like…
No bullying.
No kids.
No one under 18.
Stronger blocking tools.
All the female associated nipples you can handle.
Please let me know and PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD!!!
All genders and orientations would be welcomed.
More like Tumblr and less like Fet.
Yeeeees!
Go on…
I’m interested
Go on …
Run with it! Sound idea
Yes please!!
Reblog this.
More like Tumblr and less like Fet? Sign me up!
Agreed! @crusoesampersand….. Tried Fet once, scared the beejeesus out of me…..
@crusoesampersand keep me informed!
Let us know how we can help
For now, get the word out! I have the domain registered and the corporate site. I will reveal them here once they have propagated and I have something for you guys to see.
Absolutely
@dominantlife has a plan!
Someone is on to something!
Just wondering how you are gonna manage servers and the payment of them? What’s the pricing model like? Could you elaborate..?
Will be using cloud storage for the image content. I am not sure what the pricing model will look like. I want to have a free model and I am working on a way to achieve that. It will be damn hard to do, not impossible, but hard. If there are any developers here that want to help test, PLEASE send me a message. I plan to start testing on Wednesday of this week. HAIR ON FIRE TIME!
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Hello Again! And Goodbye...
Hello to all 5,500+ of you! Wow! I want to take this chance to thank each and every one of you for enjoying and sharing these kinks with me across my two blogs I've had over the years. Interacting with you has been almost entirely pleasant, and I've even made a few friends along the way. In the past few months I've taken a massive step back from my online presence, however I was greatly saddened to hear this community will no longer be possible in its current form. I hope that some of your favorite blogs maintain distribution of their work to all you horny folks, and perhaps we will cross paths again in the future. As for this blog, well this marks the end of MakingHerAMommy on tumblr. This blog, effective immediately will be inactive, and won't resist December 17th's purge. I will however leave it up for you to enjoy until its time is up. To clarify, MakingHerAMommy is finished. My Kik (not very active) will remain up, you can send me a message at MakingHerAMommy (and for the very last time, I am a male lol). It has been excellent being a part of you all! With Love From Canada!
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We argued about it a lot. “I can’t cum from penetration only!”
“Yes you can,” he’d say while I was in tears.
“Please, please let me cum.”
“Oh sweetie, of course you can cum. You just can’t touch your clit.”
“But I can’t cum like this!!!”
The mind fuck was sometimes more than I could bear. I would cry, and beg, and fuck myself as hard as I could, but nothing would happen, and I’d be more turned on than ever.
It was perfect.
But yesterday, I don’t know what happened. The same mindfuck again, of fucking but not touching my aching, desperate clit. Maybe it was the position. Maybe I was especially horny. Maybe I finally found my g-spot.
“Oh my god. Sir, I think I might actually cum from this.”
“If you go over, what do you do?”
I wanted to cry when he asked that question.
“Ruin it, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
And I did - amazingly, I did. I slipped over the edge, from only penetration, and I pulled out and ruined it.
“Good girl. You first vaginal orgasm. Ruined. Now do it again.”
And again.
“Please Sir, can I touch my clit now”, I begged after three ruins.
“No. You just proved you don’t need your clit anymore.”
I started to argue, but he shushed me.
“Learn to edge well like this, fucktoy. I think it’s all I let you have all week.”
It’s sometimes more than I can bear.
It’s perfect.
He just pointed at the chair in the corner and whispered in my ear: “I wanna play a game…”