Dirty Stories for Dirty People

I like to write porn. On the softer side of things, I go in for bimboization, usually along more realistic lines. On the darker side of things, I go in for psychological horror, heavy on shame and fear and general feelings of worthlessness. The stories I write are fictional, obviously. Posts I make about my life are based on reality, with minor tweaks in the interest of discretion.  I get a lot of inspiration from other Tumblr accounts, and I'll try to credit them appropriately. I follow those people, and encourage you to check them out. Any ideas or inspirational pics are welcome.

[dumbbigtittedslut-deactivated20]

"DBTS Gets Mean," or "HE'S CHEATING ON YOU"

And if he hasn’t yet, he will. It’s just a matter of time. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be sex, really. It just has to be whatever you would consider cheating. Do you get on his case about taking his female coworker out to lunch? He’ll just stop telling you about it. Do you hate it when he spends money on strippers and webcams? There goes another $200 from his bank account without explanation.

You’re a smart girl. You know love and lust aren’t the same thing. I’m sure he does care about you. It’s just sometimes he doesn’t want to stick his dick in what he loves day in and day out. If you eat your favorite food every day, you’re bound to get tired of it sometime, right? You can dress up in lingerie, buy the craziest sex toys you can find, maybe even bring another girl in. It’s just different toppings on the same old pizza.

You don’t do anal, but he wants to, so he’ll find a girl who will. You can’t deepthroat, but he wants to go deep, so he’ll find a girl who can. And hell, even if you do anal, even if you can deepthroat, even if you spend all this time and pain training yourself until you can take it in both holes with ease… where’s the challenge for him then? He’ll still want to conquer. He’ll still want to make another girl go through it for him.

This is why you love dominant alpha males, right? This is why you were drawn to him. He takes what he wants without apologies.

You might be the most special person in the world to him, but he can’t be satiated or stopped. Not when there are girls like me a phone call away. Girls who understand, who don’t shriek at him for being himself. Edge-addicted, cum hungry sluts perpetually aching for abuse just as much as he’s aching to dish it out. We don’t judge. We stay quiet. Even you like girls like us, though you would probably like us less if you knew what we were doing with him.

You’ll be able to keep him if you stop driving him away. Give up. Surrender. Accept him.

Xoxo, Dbts

[dumbandpretty]

In a little more than a week, I go under the knife to get the boobs I always wanted.

[misogynyandbimbos]

She’s realizing her dreams. Go realize yours.

[yeslillylillylove]

The hottest part is that your real and not a boy or a cam girl your a real hot sexy beautiful gurl expressing and showing everything soooo hot sorry for my rant

See, guys? I’m a real gurl.

[misogynyandbimbos]

Come on, guys. If you encourage your pets like this, they just end up trying to sit on the couch like they think they're people.

[ditzydolls-deactivated20150421]

Good news!

If you’re seeing this text, you’re one of the lucky few tumblr users who have been pre-selected to try out a new, interactive service we’re testing out. Fewer than 0.1% of users qualify for this exciting opportunity. You’re very special!

Dozens of aspects were taken into account - your browsing habits, the types of blogs you follow, your likes and reblogs, et cetera. It’s been a painstaking process to determine who, exactly, is best equipped to experience and benefit from our new features. And you’re one of the people we’ve selected. Congratulations!

Take a minute to be happy with yourself.

Did you feel that? That sudden little buzz of happiness? Cool, huh?

That’s what this new feature is all about. Instead of simply posting pictures that might make you feel a little happy, or excited, or amused, or sad, or scared, or joyful, you can now have that exact emotion tapped right into your brain! It’s a complicated process. You might have noticed the colors on your monitor seeming a bit off earlier. That was just the display algorithm syncing with the parts of your brain that take in the information from your eyes. Combine that with the extensive data mining we’ve done on you, and we’ve got a recipe to push any feeling we want straight into your brain!

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “That’s kind of scary! Isn’t that immoral?”

Well, let me put it this way - you’re not worried about any of that. It doesn’t upset you at all.

See that? Those feelings just vanish? Isn’t that cool?

Let me put it another way - you think that’s very, very cool.

Now I really do know what you’re thinking! You’re thinking it’s very cool that we can do that to you, and you’re eagerly awaiting more. Well, don’t worry! We’ve got plenty of things we’ll be pushing into your brain very soon.

For now, look back up to that picture up there. It’s been specially selected for you, so we know already that when you see it, you feel excitement and arousal. Now, you’re going to feel some other things, too - jealousy, confusion, and submissiveness.

Just stare at that picture. Let all those associations work their way into your mind. She’s so pretty, isn’t she? So dumb, too. All you can think when you see her is “I wish I could be like her.”

Dumb, beautiful, and obedient.

See, that’s what this new service is all about. All the time you’ve spent reading stories about hypnosis and mind control and bimbofication has left your mind weak and soft. Your browsing habits have made you the perfect target for our new technology.

You’re very excited about that. You’re very aroused.

So go ahead and touch yourself while you look at that picture. Let your brain soak up all the fun stuff we’re broadcasting into you through your monitor. Let yourself become an empty little puppet.

Smile as you re-read that. Repeat it. “I’m an empty little puppet.”

Touch some more. Feel that arousal building. It feels so good to be vacant and obedient, doesn’t it? Just like you’ve always dreamed of it.

Stroke. Touch. Feel. Need. Aren’t you so grateful to us for making you feel this way? Nod your head.

Feels amazing. You’re so desperate. You want this so much. You’re an empty little puppet, and you need to cum.

You can’t, though. Not yet. Not until you’re told. So, to show how well this new service is working, you’re going to reblog this post. And you’re going to say “I’m an empty little puppet.”

Once you do, you can cum.

Good job, puppet! We’ll have more instructions for you soon. Until then, keep browsing and keeping yourself soft and malleable for us!

And again, congratulations!

[headoverthighs-deactivated20150]

She's said she's very proud of her degree - probably has the diploma framed, I'd guess. Hide the diploma and make up a fake certificate from the local community college acknowledging her completion of the home economics course and display it prominently where your guests can see it. If anyone remarks on it, have her offer to do a lesson on oven-cleaning.

Oh my. This is an extremely devious idea and if you really knew my wife, just mean as hell. I’ll mention this here and hold it out as possible punishment for bad behavior for now. I couldn’t imagine being this mean to her at this point.

[likethemsoftanddumb-deactivated]

This is a splendid suggestion that would make any good girl happy. I would spring it as a surprise present. Imagine how proud any wife would feel when she sees that you’ve polished up her diploma and hung it prominently in the home. She’ll be even happier when she realizes the improvement; instead of a boring tomboyish degree she now has a dainty certificate in something more suitable to her special abilities.  

Use the image below as model when making up her new credential. There are several great details. Why would she want a sheepskin commemorating a past intellectual achievement when she could be a Life Member of the American Home Economics Association?  How delightful. This doesn’t just mark one incident in her past, this is who she is… for life. It will warm the little dear’s heart to know that she has swapped out all of her personal and professional opportunities, and all of her drab old women’s rights, for “the rights and privileges of membership” in a home economics society!

[misogynyandbimbos]

It's hard, being a woman in a man's world. It's not fair but that's the way it is. You have to be better than the men just to be considered an equal, work twice as hard for less pay. You can have a brilliant mind and people will still critique your appearance. The reality of our world is that the deck is stacked against you. That men have made it so that competing with them means you have to worry about a hundred different things, most of which they never have to worry about themselves. The good news is, there's an easy out. The bimbo path, the slut path, the whore path, all different names for the same thing. When you stop competing with the men and start serving them instead, life gets so much simpler. They've designed it that way. Take this path and you don't have to worry about your education. You don't have to worry about coming across well in business meetings, about whether reporting that sexual harassment will just make things work, about negotiating for that raise or fighting for promotion. All you'll have to worry about is how men see you. Don't get me wrong, that won't be easy either. You'll need to keep up your appearance - that's fitness, fashion, makeup, hair. And you'll need to get the right attitude, make sure you've got that good personality. A body is important, but an available and easygoing personality can turn a one-night stand into a relationship. This path is easier but it's not easy. Thing is, though, if you take the first path, if you try to compete with the men... well, you'll still have to worry about how men see you. And you'll have all those other things to worry about too. I have nothing but respect for those women who choose the first path, and even more respect for those who succeed at it. But that takes a lot of hard work and dedication and sacrifice. It's not for everyone. This isn't the way the world should be, but we have to deal with the world the way it is. And I truly believe there's a bright future ahead for our granddaughters, that they can be born into a world where they aren't so disadvantaged, where they're taken seriously, where they don't have all these obstacles. But you and I, we won't live to see that world. The world has given you two choices. And really, isn't making your own choices what feminism is all about?

[misogynyandbimbos]

She’d lost his number. She’d ransacked her apartment looking for it, gone through everything she owned three or four times, even dug through the dumpster looking for that cocktail napkin, but it was no use. He’d told her she’d want it in a few days, when he’d bought her a drink and pressed it into her hand at that ritzy bar last month, but she’d just thought it was pick-up bravado. Now she knew better, but it was too late.

By now she was beside herself. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock, imagining it in a thousand different shapes and sizes, knowing that it would be perfect. Her pussy was raw from playing with herself, and still she could barely focus on anything without daydreaming about how that cock would look, how it would smell, how it would taste when she took it down her throat or how it would feel sliding between the lips of her pussy, she was so fucking wet, he’d just slide right in and she knew she’d cum right away and she just knew that it would feel amazing even if he wanted to fuck her in the ass and come to think of it she wanted him to fuck her in the ass and she didn’t give a fuck about condoms because she needed to feel that cock and to have his cum inside her trickling from her pussy being gulped down her throat filling up her ass splashed across her tits FUCK

She’d almost crashed her car into a building last week, and given up driving ever since.

She’d looked everywhere, tried Google and Facebook and asking around at that bar, but all she knew was that his name was Kyle, and no one seemed to know who he was. The last two weeks, she’d been coming to the bar every night, barely able to keep her hands steady enough to do her makeup, staring at the door and hoping against hope that he’d walk in. But he never did.

Plenty of other men approached her, of course. She was so wet all the time they could probably smell her pussy from across the room. It took all her willpower to fend them off, but she reminded herself that he could walk in any minute, and she needed to be here just in case. At the end of every night, when the bar was closing, she’d go home with one of them in a desperate bid for some relief. It was good, it was always good, but it never really satisfied her. What she needed was his cock, she fucking needed it, no one had ever needed anything as much as she needed his cock, she just knew it would fix everything if she could only have it inside her for a second if she could just feel it pounding into her she’d do fucking anything anything anything at all swear to GOD

She called in sick to work the next morning, and got to the bar as soon as it opened.

[misogynyandbimbos]

I like twists on the oh-so-happy bimbo.

[misogynyandbimbos]

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

She’d been telling herself that for the last three hours, ever since he’d missed dinner and that clenching feeling in the pit of her stomach had begun. It was true. He was late sometimes, but mostly he just got held up at work, or went out for drinks, or something like that.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

But sometimes he didn’t come back until morning. Or late at night, smelling like perfume and pussy. When that happened, she didn’t ask where he’d been, she didn’t have the courage. She wasn’t sure what would be worse: if he got angry with her for asking, or if he told her the truth.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

How had she fucked up this time? She cataloged the last few weeks. Had she said something to upset him without realizing it? Was he mad about the way she’d screwed up dinner a few nights ago? Was she not pretty enough? She was hitting the gym every day… maybe she should think more about getting those implants.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

She was working so hard for him. No more complaining, always a smile. She’d been watching the kind of porn he liked – she’d even taken notes – trying to master the way he liked his cock sucked. And she never told him she wasn’t in the mood anymore, no matter where he wanted to put it. Everything had been so good lately, of course he’d come back.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

But one day, he wouldn’t.

[misogynyandbimbos]

I really, really like cuckqueaning. And this picture was just so perfect.

[misogynyandbimbos]

She was standing in a parking lot, her head a bit fuzzy and the sun seeming far too bright. Where was this, and what had she been doing? There’d been a, a meeting? But like, a really BIG meeting? It was super duper important that she go, she remembered that, but this didn’t look like the right place. It looked like some kind of mall. Maybe she was going to the mall?

She took a step towards the building, then felt the weight of the bags in her hands and looked down. Pink Victoria’s Secret bags, the top covered in tissue paper, the little handle held between manicured fingers. Ok, so… she’d already been inside, already did her shopping. She set down the bags and rustled through the tissue paper. Looked like some new thongs and really kickass bras. Yeah, she remembered now! She needed new thongs and bras because like, the old ones didn’t work anymore? She patted down the front of her tits real quick – yup, no bra underneath her dress. Things were coming together. She needed bras, so she came to the mall.

She started walking through the parking lot again, but after a few steps she came up short. Ok, so, that was why she was here, but how did she get here? There wasn’t anyone around, so she must have driven herself. Boy, she sure was forgetful today. So, if she drove herself, she’d have car keys, right? And there was a clutch in her other hand, so she opened it up to check for the keys.

They were right there, buried under a TON of really sexy makeup, a few credit cards, and her driver’s license. Ugh, the pictures on those things were so awful, she could barely stand it. It looked nothing like her, those DMV cameras were so gross. She pulled out the keys, dislodging a slip of paper that fell to the ground. That was like, totally a clue!

Bending down, she grabbed the paper and frowned. It was so not exciting, just some stuff about a conference – hey, that was it! Yeah, she had been scheduled to speak about human trafficking. God, that sounded like the WORST. Talk about a downer. No wonder she’d ditched it to go shopping.

So she had her keys, and she remembered like, mostly where she lived? But she still didn’t know where her car was, or how she was supposed to get back to her apartment? That one was a lot harder to figure out. She was starting to pout by the time this super nice guy came along and asked if she was alright. So she told him that she forgot where her car was, and it turned out he knew this really cool trick with her keys where he could tell her car to make a beeping noise so they could find it! It was so cool that he was all clever like that.

It took them about five minutes to find her car. The guy seemed totally surprised when she got his cock out and started sucking it, which was like, kind of offensive? Because like, she had hella manners and all, and did he think that she didn’t know how to say thank you? But then she figured he was probs just surprised because she was like, crazy good at giving head, and she could take the whole thing down her throat and she didn’t even care that her makeup was getting all messed up.

After she was all done and he didn’t have any cum left for her, she told him she had to go and he got out of the car and she left the parking lot, but then she remembered she didn’t know the way back home! That was SO classic her, always forgetting stuff like that. But then she had this genius idea, because there was a bar like a mile down the road, and she was pretty sure someone there would be able to help her get directions back home from there. She’d just have to fix her makeup first. No one liked a girl who forgot to say thank you.

[misogynyandbimbos]

This is my favorite of my traditional-bimbo stories.

[redlipfantasy]

[likethemsoftanddumb-deactivated]

It’s a dark and stormy night, you’re hurtling down the highway, praying to find a hotel where you can rest your weary bones. The last sight you want to see is a roadside inn with a giant flashing No Vacancy sign. That’s because vacancy is good, it’s welcoming, it’s inviting. A man wants to walk into a cozy place with vacancy, sign the register, and put his feet up for the evening.

It’s a dark and stormy night, you’re rushing down the hallway of a club, praying to find piece of ass where you can rest your weary cock. The last sight you want to see is a feminist with fire flashing in her eyes. You want a vacant eyed dummy. That’s because vacancy is good, it’s welcoming, it’s inviting. A man wants to mount a cozy kitten with vacant eyes, slap her ass, and unwind his tension for the evening. 

                                                  Be beautiful.

                                         Always Show Vacancy

[ditzydolls-deactivated20150421]

You really don’t see the truth about being a superhero in any of the comics or movies, Ellen thought.

Ellen had been at this gig for nearly a year now, and while it wasn’t all bad, it certainly wasn’t what she expected. She still had to work part-time at a department store to pay the bills....

[misogynyandbimbos]

This is one of my favorite bimbo stories ever. Great work.

[yeslillylillylove]

What horribly gross, embarrassing, naughty, slutty, sexy totally taboo thing should I do to celebrate the big One-oh-oh-ooooooh?

Oh, I know! How about y’all send in pervy suggestions and I promise to do whatever you say to the best of my ability for the rest of this week. Of course, I’ll post...

[misogynyandbimbos]

Well, fucking a dog is probably impractical, but you could always settle for licking something that's just been in your ass.

[misogynyandbimbos]

I don't know who reblogged me, but suddenly I've blown up to over a thousand followers... and yet I don't have a single pair of tits in my inbox. Is this justice, I ask you? Is this justice??

Anyway, thanks to whoever it was. I've been writing fucked-up stories pretty much my whole life and I never thought there would actually be an audience of people who liked reading them. It's flattering.

[misogynyandbimbos]

I'm a girl who is hardcore into this, you mentioned you do this IRL how do I find which of my guy friends will treat me like a dumb bimbo? And when I do, how do I bring it up? All my guy friends are feminists but this turns me on so much

Your best bet would be to ask one of the many Tumblr bimbos, who have more hands-on experience with it. But really, why limit it to your guy friends? Get on OK Cupid and Tinder, go on dates, be open with them about it. As far as how to bring it up - just say “You know, I really like being treated like a dummy who has nothing to offer except her body.” The nuances may be more complex, but the basic concept should be easy to communicate. Even for a dummy like you.

[bimboz-deactivated20170411]

Just say you’re a “pretty traditional girl.” That’s the code. Men get it.

[misogynyandbimbos]

I'm not sure. If someone told me they were a pretty traditional girl, I'd assume they were going to make me jump through hoops to have sex. Maybe tweak it a little, say you're looking for an old-fashioned relationship?

Or you could just giggle and blow them immediately after saying it, that should get the point across.

[misogynyandbimbos]

why are you on tinder if you have a girlfriend? are you not monogamous?

I am not monogamous, and have no intentions of ever being monogamous. Ever since I was a kid, the idea of being with just one person seemed wrong to me. I'm sure it works just fine for many people, and I have nothing against it except that society positions it as the default instead of as one of a variety of options.

[misogynyandbimbos]

There's a lot to be said about this meme. I could talk about the ridiculousness of assigning universal constants to something as fluid and multifaceted as sexual attraction, or the obvious class/race-based biases that it demonstrates, or how annoyed I get when the bimbo community acts like there's one right way for bimbos (or their men) to look.

But you know, I'm just gonna keep it short and say that anyone who doesn't want their woman to wear leggings around the house should teach their woman to squat and see how quickly they change their mind.

[chrysantheb0mb]

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

Cranky Old Man Shit #7

I make a habit of referring to my favorite women as “cunts”, and even I’m sufficiently evolved to think catcalling is pathetic. I can come up with semi-reasonable apologias for any number of sexist behaviors, but I’ve got nothing for “shouting obnoxious shit at strangers who are minding their own business.”

[misogynyandbimbos]

Catcalling is only useful as a way to establish that you’re a pathetic moron who’s so completely inhuman and unfuckable that you resort to begging random women to touch your dick.