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I appear to have lost the ability to direct message people.
If you’re someone I speak with off-platform then please check those messaging apps and maybe we can continue to converse.
Everyone else, it’s been enjoyable. Without messaging I will probably be on here a lot less.
If you *need* to contact me then feel free to comment on here but you will have to post those details publicly so go figure.
Makeup guide for cunts
Important makeup tips for girls
Imagine this. Your husband is out playing cards with his friends. And the subject of discussion has been how much of a pain in the ass their wives are. Bitching about how they don't cook, they can't clean, don't fuck and how the wives jobs barely pay for daycare. While your husband says nothing.
"Come on, there has to be something about your wife you hate. I bet she orders doordash everynight!" The other men murmuring in support.
"Nope, I come home to a home cooked meal everynight. And check." Your husband taps the table.
"I check. Come on, I bet she thinks blowjobs are a birthday gift."
"Nope. It's how she wakes me each morning, and how she says thank you for working each night."
Pushing some chips toward the center, another joins in. "I raise. She has to nag the shit out of you, right?"
"Nope. She defers to me. As she puts it, if she wants to be treated as a queen, then she needs to treat me like a king." A bit of a smile forming on your husband's face as one of the men goes all in. As do some of the others.
"Bet she is a lay in the dark starfish kind of fuck. I call." The men laying down their cards.
"Nope, she's the kind of girl who gets wet from sucking my cock. Pleasing me is her foreplay." Laying down his cards, showing his royal flush as he rakes in the pot.
How would you feel knowing that other men envy your man for having such a good wife?
hehe I'm not sure why I did this, but I haven't posted in a while soo
Instant slut! Just add water!
I enjoy leaving voice notes for good girls to get off to.
There’s a power in turning you on with just my voice.
Often, I turn myself on part way through recording it and you can hear me start to stroke my cock while I’m telling you all about how I’ll use you.
I recently recorded myself giving instructions to my whore. She listened to it blindfolded, naked with headphones on while I stood over her. My actions timed perfectly to the words in the recording.
Afterwards she told me that she almost came for me then and there when she heard me and the recording utter “good girl” in her ear at the same time.
Cute date idea - you kneel at my feet and cockwarm me, while I go through your phone and you tell me all about each contact listed there.
I listen, then decide whether to:
Delete the contact
Keep the contact and move on
Keep them but rename the contact
Keep them but make you call them and tell them that they need to understand you belong to me now
I want to be a dirty little secret.
I want him to lie to his wife about business trips while he takes me to exotic hotels and fuck me in the balcony. Where he eats food and i suck his cock.
I want him to lie to his wife about working late while he's busy while i rim his ass in his car
I want him to hide the extra bonus he receives from work from his wofe and spend on gifting me jewellery, because i let him do things to me his wife wont
I want him to start avoiding sex with his wife because it's boring and i will do absolutely anything and everything he desires, every kink, every degrading fantasy he cant put his wife through.
I want him to get hard at the thought of peeing because he remembers how i drink it down while his wife showers in the same bathroom
I want him to stop cuddling his wife because cuddling with me gives him cockwarming as well
I want him to miss out on his wife's birthday while he takes me shopping with her gift money budget
I want him to forget his anniversary and spend the time with me traveling and fucking me in other countries while he avoids his wife's call.
Then i want to be done with both of them as they divorce.
Vivian Kneels For Men
A request by another Tumblr user about chink slut formerly @bbn-kneels-4-men now @bbn-is-porn . I was a little sus of the request and asked her for permission (including photo permission), and she ended up being a delight to chat with!
I wish I could've done her better justice with the story, but it's been a busy couple of weeks. Regardless, I hope you enjoy
~ Nina
Tags: Gloryhole, piss, cum, free use, blowjobs
As Vivian sat in the dimly lit bar, her heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. She could feel the curious eyes of the wealthy men around her, their gazes making her skin tingle with anticipation. The idea of being used as a toy, of surrendering control to these strangers, sent a shiver down her spine.
Here, in this hidden world where masks were shed and inhibitions were cast aside, she was free to explore the depths of her desires without fear or judgment, and letting go of her more serious self - courtesy of an introduction by the new female intern she had met at work.
The youthful energy of the younger girl contrasted the cultural norms greatly in Vivian’s environment which drew the attention of men and women alike. Vivian got to know her during the course of her internship, jealous as she saw the freedom she had to indulge in her own desires.
It was then where the intern caught on to the serious girl’s inner self. She introduced Vivian to a bar that she frequents, inviting her out under the guise of deepening their friendship. When they arrived at the destination on an ordinary Friday night, Vivian was greeted with stark change in environment almost like stepping into a whole new world.
The bar was located below a hotel, dimly lit and extremely modern. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but she remained hidden behind a discreet curtain, concealed from prying eyes.
Unlike the usual crowd in Singapore, the tables were less dense due to the large space, the environment was less rowdy. But what caught Vivian’s attention were the accents - the crowd was had some locals but also were mostly foreigners with hints of American, European, Australian accents heard as the pair walked through to a table near the center.
“It’s different right? Comfortable, a little fancy as you can tell from the place and all the rich people but it’s fun.”
Vivian glanced at the table to her left noticing a mature Singaporean lady wrapping herself around what could be mistaken as a European celebrity. She noticed the fit muscles, larger build, and a clear bulge in his pants.
On her right was a local man, equally well put together, attractive, wealthy, and also with a local woman leaning in at their table enraptured in conversation.
Some other tables only had groups of men enjoying their drinks, others were mixed or were populated by groups of younger women. Vivian found herself without words at the environment.
“Do you know what you want?” her friend asked.
“Not sure, I’m fine with anything but there’s no prices listed either.”
“That’s ok, tonight is on the house.”
Her friend rang a bell, the sound cutting through the quieter atmosphere. A waiter brings down two drinks for the pair, however her friend put up her hand to reject her drink instead perusing the menu at the table. Vivian takes a few sips but doesn’t drink too much as the pair started to chat.
Overtime she found herself engaged in conversations about her gripes with the superficial local dating culture, and listened to her friend’s sexual escapades who allowed herself to let go.
“I need to go to the bathroom, do you know where it is?” Vivian asked, turned on and needing a break in the slutty conversation that seemed to build out of nowhere.
“Of course, it’s down the hall over there. Make sure to use the bathroom at the very end of the hallway, the one’s in the usual women’s bathroom hasn’t been great lately,” her friend replied with a cheeky grin.
Oddly specific instructions, Vivian thought to herself. She felt gazes on her as she walked across the room towards the hallway.
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As she entered, she noticed some strange features in the bathroom. There was a toilet in one corner, a full size mirror, and a sink. That much was expected.
The room was small and had a strangely soft floor. Along one wall opposite of the mirror were what appeared to be a three small holes side by side.
Her new friend's words echoed in through the door - "Be a good girl and let them use you."
“Wait, what is this? Hello?” Vivian helpless cried as she heard the sound of the door locking.
A thought intruded into her mind in that moment, Vivian knew she was exactly where she belonged, realizing what this room was. In the distance, a bell rang once again.
Vivian paced around the room starting to feel an oddly nice intense feeling inside her. The thought of surrendering herself and desiring to indulge in what was to come.
She wandered around the room, and found herself inspecting one of the holes in the wall. The sound of unzipping beyond the wall and a slight musky scent drifted through as a large white cock thrust through, almost hitting her face as it glided right in front of her vision.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the darkness as she reached out blindly, guided only by instinct and desire.
Vivian got onto her knees. Her soft palms took hold on the base of the semi-flaccid cock as she aimed it into her mouth, feeling its weight on her tongue. First a slow kiss and suck on the head.
The thick member twitched as Vivian began to suck harder, a firm grip between her lips. With each bob of her head she felt it swell in her mouth, growing harder, longer and thicker forcing her jaw wider open.
“Deeper,” she heard a deep foreign accent from behind the wall. She remembered what she was told earlier, to be a good girl.
Following instructions, she got deeper with each bob of her head, gradually speeding up the pace of her neck. The cock hit the back of her mouth causing her to gag but she didn’t stop.
The fresh release of saliva coated the now glossy cock letting her lips glide over smoothly and making sloppy moist sounds with each hit to the back of her throat.
Feeling turned on by her newfound sense of liberation, her hands reached under her pants. Her fingers began making a second source of wet sounds as she forced herself to choke on his cock. She could see her long hair clinging onto the long member.
Soon after, she felt a twitching in her mouth. Feeling ambitious, Vivian choked her way through enjoying the feeling of her throat being filled and stretched while fighting her gag reflex until her face was firmly planted against the wall.
A warm, thick release flowed straight down her throat. She slowly pulled out but the man was still shooting his load, shot after shot all the way until the drooling mess of a woman managed undo the vacuum seal on her lips.
The cumshots coated her entire tongue, mouth, throat, and the final shots hitting her in the eye and falling on her tits.
Vivian choked and coughed trying to relieve her throat disgustingly pouring out the large load in her mouth all over herself, down her chin, onto her clothes and breasts.
Only seconds later, she felt a warm jet hit her. The man, satisfied, relieved himself onto her drenching her from hair to knees in warm urine washing herself clean from cum.
In her own horny desperation, she bent down. Using her hair to soak up the fluids, sucking and drinking it off the floor, licking off mix of cum and urine off her arms - all the while fingering herself with heightened lust.
A loud bang woke her up from her activities. She looked up to see two more cocks poke through the holes. Knowing her place, she immediately got to work.
While throating down one cock, she spat on one hand to use as lube to jerk off the other cock, taking time to swap every once in a while.
The room was filled with sounds of Vivian’s gags and the sloppy smacking of her drooling lips.
Her head eventually needed a break from being used as a fleshlight as she proceeded to grab one cock in each hand, jerking them both off towards her face.
She saw herself in the mirror for what she was - a ruined drooling mess, soaked clothes clinging to her skin, and a slutty tool to finish off the two men.
This must be what I look like if I was a porn star, she thought looking at her figure kneeling for men, reflected in full view. As the men covered their loads all over her, they were soon replaced by another.
The girl spent a moment to lick the cum off herself taking pleasure in her reward before putting her mouth to work once more on the piss soaked floor.
After the next load, another stream of urine followed. This time, Vivian opened her mouth catch it, embracing a twisted sense of pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.
One after another, the number of cocks was almost never ending. Her inner slut was freed for the night, an almost addictive feeling she could get used to.
She felt a greater accomplishment than ever before being covered in load after load. The sticky, bitter taste that wouldn’t leave her mouth and a piss-soaked and musky scent that threatened to stick to her forever.
When no new cock replaced the previous one, the rush of the moment finally hit her. Her earlier masturbation that was interrupted by the need to put her hands to work came back to her mind as she knelt on the floor, face down sucking the cum and piss stained floor clean, her hands resumed.
It didn’t take long in her horny state to release the biggest orgasm of her life. Vivian’s body was shaking and her legs collapsed from the intensity of it. A long moan escaped from deep within her chest.
“Looks like you had fun,” her friend leaned against the door smiling with a wad of cash in her hands.
“Were you that engrossed in finger fucking yourself you didn’t even notice me knocking? I was worried you know..”
Vivian looked up speechless and light headed from ecstasy.
“You were a good girl. I thought you’d enjoy being a public use whore. Back entrance is the other end of the hallway if you don’t wanna walk through the bar looking like that,” the younger girl pats the messy toy on the cheek, sticking one of the bills.
Vivian turned to the mirror once again. She saw her filthy appearance like a cheap whore reflected back in her eyes. Money clinging to her skin, her red knees and glossy skin looking like a mess.
In the midst of it all, she found a twisted kind of solace—a fleeting sense of belonging in a secret world.
Little did she know that it was a one way mirror and she was in full view from one room at all times, the waiting room where her new friend sold access to use her in the gloryhole
Let me preface this by saying I have the utmost respect for enthusiastic sluts who know what they are. Eager cunts who have trained their minds on degrading porn, read and internalised all the “misogynistic” captions and imagery to be found on tumblr. Shameless cock worshipping whores, I salute you and I will always have time for you. To indulge and encourage you. To exploit you, since I know how you long to be used.
But if I’m honest, corruption is so much hotter to me. The good girls I mentioned above are treasures, and some other men truly will treasure and protect and use them. But I prefer to make respectable women into good girls. What can I say? I enjoy a project. I like to get to know a shy girl, pry into her secret box of perversions and help her put words thoughts she didn’t know how to verbalise. Nothing gets me off more than hearing that I’ve given a girl new kinks, that she’s so much worse since she met me, that none of her friends know what she’s becoming.
It all starts with a single confession, a slipping of the mask - one little fantasy you’re a bit ashamed of. Let me expand upon it, explore it, until you understand your desire so much better than you did before. Now it can become a mantra, a foundation from which we explore new desires. Soon enough these conversations, these thoughts given shape, consume more and more of your waking mind until you simply have to act on them. Before you know it you’re walking away, legs shaking, from your first true experience. The first experience I helped curate. Your first taste of what you’re becoming.
But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You’ve never considered yourself an addict but you’ve become a thrill junkie, a cock craving cunt. Just like the rest. And I can look upon my works, and smile. And think about all the men who’ll use you in the future and thank me for making you what you now are.
Slut.
Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny.
I really want this chess set. Let’s play
The conversation wasn’t even overtly sexual in nature and she was already rubbing her cunt.
I’m not one of these guys who needs her to ask permission to touch. If you want to rub yourself dumb(er) just from the way I talk down to you, knock yourself out.
But what I wasn’t going to abide was her getting off, from the comfort of her bed.
“Get on the floor where you belong”
Of course the needy bitch complied. And sent the humiliating proof. And, of course, she came harder than she ever would have from her bed. When I was done with her, I left her there lying on her bedroom floor in a puddle of her own shame, with her roommate in the next room.
You’re welcome cunt.
If you want to be an actual good girl, you need to do a simple interview.
Don’t stress! I’ll give you the questions in advance. Make sure you remember the answers, though.
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30 day program
Hi sweety. I wanted to record this for you. I know you had your reservations about me coming to Dolus for the thirty day internship. I already miss you. Everyone here is so nice! The plane ride was a little bumpy, but they had champagne and everything! Don't worry about me. I'll call you every day! Muah! Kisses!!!
H-hey honey. It's day three. Whew. I just need to... kinda take a break for a bit. Today was rough. What the hell kind of internship has you work out for four freaking hours!?! I'm exhausted. I'm not supposed to talk about the training videos they made us watch, but... mmmfff... I need you so much right now. It was nuts. All day, an hour of videos, then thirty minute workouts. I'm not a Gym Bunny. They did give us these yummy energy shakes for each workout, but when I went back in for more videos they shut the lights off. It was so boring, and I was so tired from the workouts, I... well, I maaay have kinda dozed off? It's hard to remember. But I woke up when they turned the lights on. I swear, every time, it was like they woke me in the middle of a really, REALLY nice dream. Starring you, if you know what I mean. Sorry I can't say more. It's off to bed for me. I'll dream of you tonight. Muah. Kisses!
Hello Lover. It's day nine, no, day ten. Things are kind of blurring together. They keep us on the go all day. Mmmm. You'd love seeing the girls I work with. Today was our last day in the communal trainee pool, tomorrow we start working with the staff one on one. We had a little mixer tonight. Don't worry. Everyone was super respectful and I was almost a little disappointed that no one hit on me. If I didn't have such a perfect Lover waiting for me back home, my ego might have been a bit bruised. Still, it was amazing being around so many classy women. I learned so much. I never really had much... elegance, I guess? But, mmmmm, Lover, you should see me now. I miss you. I can't wait for you to show me off when I get home, knowing you'll be the one peeling me out of my dress at the end of the night. Kisses, and a little more. Goodnight, Lover.
Day fourteen. I've been working with Melody for the last few days. She is so gorgeous. Can you believe she is an engineer? I admit, I have a total Girlcrush. The long legs, the thick red hair, but she's down to earth, witty, funny, sweet... ummm... sorry. Yeah. Girlcrush. I caught her watching me today. So, short story, we were tearing down some old offices so we can rebuild them, and the AC cut out. We still had hours of work, so she went and got us these drinks. Oh, I felt like I could conquer the world when I was done. If I didn't know what was in them, I'd have been worried. But I could hear the guys voices filtering in from outside, and it was so hot, we just stripped down and got to work. Seriously, we looked like a construction workers wet dream. Uhn... baby, I need you so bad. Watching that ass of hers shake around all day in those tiny panties... fuck, I need you to bend me over right now. I don't know if I can handle more of this without you, honey. This Girlcrush might be bad news. I'm sorry, I just... never knew I liked girls too! I swear though, I'm staying faithful, baby. I love you. I would ring off this message with 'kisses', but honestly, right now I don't just want kisses. Fuck, I want to suck you off so much. God, I miss you baby. I'll cum tonight thinking of you.
Day seventeen. I... I... need you... I... made a mistake... leaving you to come here... I can't stop... thinking about you. It's like, everything here reminds me of you. I've never been this Needy, but I can't stop thinking... How sweet you are... How giving... I miss your touch... I miss your taste... I miss having you inside me so much... I can't even remember what... what we were doing today. I just feel so Needy. God, I need you... I... I don't know if I can take missing you this much. Please, Baby, please, when you get this, call me? I... I need to hear your voice right now, but I'm... scared. Its like, I can't breathe without you, but when I do hear your voice, it's so calming. You're like a drug. A drug for your needy little addict slut. Oh my GOD, I can't believe I said that! Fuck! What is wrong with me? Baby? Something is so wrong, please, please call me, I need you...
Day twenty. Sir, your Slut apologizes for acting out of turn. You're a busy, hardworking man. Your Slut should be trying to help you relax at the end of the day. Your Slut is here for your needs, not hers. Please, Sir, if you desire, allow this Slut to answer your call, so she can tell you all the things she will happily do for you when her internship is complete. She understands her place now, under your control. Does Sir wish for his Slut to tell him how she will slide under his desk to provide him stress relief while he works? Does Sir want to know how delighted his Slut will be to accept him anywhere he chooses to claim her? Does Sir want to listen as his Slut tells him about all the whips, chains, floggers, gags and toys she dreams Sir will use on her? If it pleases you, Sir your Slut will tell you honestly everything she dreams you will do to her willing body. Until we speak, Sir, handcuffs and blowjobs.
Day twenty-three. I... I... don't... know what's happening to me. It's like some... awakening. I know it's wrong. A woman shouldn't aspire to being a Housewife anymore but... I can't help it. The picket fence. The man coming home at the end of a workday... I... I want it. I want to greet you at the door with a kiss and a glass of bourbon. I want to have dinner ready on the table. I want to hear about your day. I... I want to clean the dishes and join you for a movie after, bringing you a refill. It's not right! I wanted to be a clinical researcher, but now... now I crave the evenings with my husband. God... husband... I... I want that so badly. I want to be your wife. To take care of the house and kids for you. Honey, please, please, I want it so bad. I feel so empty inside. I want you to breed me so badly. I want your babies, please. I want to join you on the couch after dinner, but the TV doesnt interest you. You've had a hard day at work, and want some relief, so you toss the remote, pull me down, kiss me till my head spins. I can just imagine you tearing my clothes off and burying yourself deep inside me, using me, riding me, claiming me. I want to scream your name, I want you make me see stars as I struggle to stay conscious through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, knowing this is it, this is the moment you bred me. This is the moment I went from Housewife to mother. Please, honey, I... I need you to do it. I need you to give me a ring, a home... a baby...
Day twenty-six. I'm not jiggly enough, Sir. I think if I'm gonna be a Stripper for you I need bigger titties. Should I pierce my sensitive little nipples for you, Sir? God, that would get all the boys hot, hee hee! Well, if I wasn't just your personal Stripper. Think about the titties, okay? I'll ask tomorrow if there's a place here I can get piercings. Oh! Oh! I didn't tell you! So, like, I totally ditzed out yesterday, and started actually stripping during the poledancing class!!! Before I knew what was happening, all the other girls were tossing bras and panties everywhere! Fuck, I wish you'd been there. I'd have loved to watch as they buried you in pussy and tits. They've had to keep us isolated for the last few weeks. No guys anywhere near us. I'm not surprised though, like, Phoebe was totally begging to be let out so she could go find a dick to suck today. Mary almost started jilling off in class. It's like a freaking sorority party hopped up on aphrodisiacs in here. It was almost hard to concentrate in class, but I knew you'd love watching your personal Stripper dance for you, so I powered through it. Seriously though. Buy me. Bigger. Fucking. Titties. Titjobs and lapdances, Sir!
Day twenty-nine. So, I guess the titjob won't be necessary. This morning my tits were so sore, but by this afternoon, oh, they felt so good. I had this cute little outfit in mind to show off my new bigger titties, but the store didn't have any cowbells. Derp. So I got this fuzzy lil robe and bikini set, and the girl at the register suggested the collar and cat ears when I asked. It's so cute!! I seriously love it. I can be like, a total Petgirl! Mmm, Sir, I want you to pet your little kitty. Hee hee! She's all fuzzy and soft. All you have to do is feed your cream to her kitty. Pet her, stroke her. Make hear wear her collar so your Petgirl always knows she is owned. Mmmfff.... fuck. Sir, I want you to make me fucking purr.... please, Sir, break your Petgirl to the leash. Make her crawl for you. Make her obey you. Train her with treats and cream... fffffuck... I want you to own me so fucking bad.....
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Lover- Elegant behavior in public, fashion and social focus, preference for slow seductions.
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Needy- Craves touch, desperate to please, adoring behavior, easily trained.
Slut- Submissive, pain arousal, no sexual boundaries, bondage enthusiast.
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Ideas for shy sluts who fantasise about being groped on public transport (if you’re in London):
Send me what station you’re at with a picture of your outfit. Wait outside the station till I arrive and message you to instruct you to get on the tube.
You look around, but you’ve never met me and you have no idea who I could be. Am I watching you? You tap in and go through the barriers. Your heart flutters with nerves - that guy just checked you out… was that me?
The tube is crowded and several people brush past you as the train doors open. Is this really happening? Nobody touches you inappropriately as the train departs… maybe this was all just a fantas-
And then you feel it, a hand on your arse. The back of a hand at first. Some plausible deniability… but when you don’t move, that hand quickly turns and grips your arse firmly. Kneading it posessively. Another hand on your side, sliding up your body.
And then at the next stop you’re shuffled into a corner, your back to the rest of the carriage. Nobody can see that hand at your side is now gripping your tit. You feel something else press against your arse - is that a cock? You blush, you’re ashamed to have put yourself in this position but at the same time part of you wishes that I’d just slide it into you and fuck you right there.
That hand leaves your tit and starts rubbing between your legs. You still can’t see the man who’s assaulting you but you can feel his breath on your cheek and his, now unmistakable, erection grinding into your arse. You start to lose your sense of where you are. You get lost in the sensations I’m inflicting on you.
Another stop goes by, then another. You need me to fuck you, and you try to turn to ask me to take you home with me but I hold you firm, continuing to grope you. It feels so wrong but so so good.
Another stop and I remove my hands from you and step off the train. You only catch the back of me as I walk off down the platform.
You’re too horny and confused to think straight so you don’t follow me. You ride for another stop before getting off and returning back the way you came.
You’re dripping, still, by the time you reach street level and have signal. You open up tumblr to message me to tell me how much you enjoyed that and how you want to see me again. But I’ve already blocked you.
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