💞27 F Messages/picsfrom followers encouraged💞 Formally Wannabeurprincess Mostly NSFW text since my other two blogs got banned for gifs/videos Original Posts are under #Mumbling EST, south east USA
-followers messaging me telling me what they want to do to me 🙈 (I may not respond but I do read everything!)
What I DON’T like:
-Pregnancy
-incest
- Anal (there are posts on my blog that have the anal content in them just replace it with any other action you like when reading bc I like 99% of it except that part)
-Ageplay
-Age gaps
-Raceplay
-Blood
-Violence
-non-cum bodily fluids
- incest/faux-cest
-R@peplay/r@pe threats (same as anal)
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Every thing on this blog is a fantasy, and consent is a factor in all my posts. CONSENT IS SEXY AND MANDATORY 💕
Many of these posts take creative sexting liberty they are fantasies!! And not everything lines up w reality
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Nothing cuter than a girl begging you to stop touching her while she’s being overstimulated
“You’re getting so close baby..I need you to cum for me now, show me why you begged so much for this” Sitting next to her with a vibrator between her legs, looking down on her until she can’t hold it anymore “You did so well baby, you’re such a good girl I’m so proud of you..Look at how much your pussy is throbbing, isn’t that cute?” But her relieved face changes when I don’t take the vibrator off her clit
“Awwh..it hurts? I know, angel, I know it hurts. But you begged to cum so much, I can’t stop now no matter how much you beg me to..” She tries to close her legs but I keep them spread out, kissing her forehead and whispering “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’re going to keep taking it for me now, and I need you to get close again sweetheart. You’re going to be good for me, won’t you?”
Tears falling down her cheeks, her whimpers getting louder, grabbing onto the bedsheets and nodding with her head “That’s my good girl..I know you enjoy this deep down, baby. I know you love it even if it hurts. Then say it, thank me for doing this to you. Thank me for forcing you to cum again. Use your words sweetheart and say it..”
Shuttering and struggling to say coherent words, tearing up and whining like the pretty little girl she is. Making me turn up the setting to get her closer “You’re going to cum again now, love. You want to make me proud, don’t you? Then get close right now because I need you to make a fucking mess for me..” her legs shaking, her clit now swollen and sore. Coming no matter how sensitive she is
“God you’re so precious…I’m so proud of you baby I knew you could do it..” Caressing her cheeks with my thumb and kissing her lips “It did hurt a little, didn’t it?” I giggle and kiss her again “You still did amazing, you’re such a good girl, now come lay on my chest. I want to snuggle my princes, you earned it..” With her head on my chest, my fingers playing with her hair. And her pussy still swollen and sensitive, there really is nothing cuter than this
him fucking you feral because you have been apart for a week, but it has felt like an eternity — him fucking you with all of his weight and so deep, kissing a spot inside of you that’s been ignored for so long. him spilling all of his seed inside of you, until it’s overflowing and he’s cooing at how precious you look underneath him, how well you take him
Because, believe it or not, cocksluts are an underappreciated phenomenon. People throw the term around as if it just means someone who likes cock, or enjoys getting pounded by a hard cock from time to time. That's not it. A cockslut is someone far more specific and far more interesting than that. A cockslut is someone whose brain has reorganized itself around cock so completely that the fixation has become a personality trait.
A cockslut thinks about cock the way other people think about breathing. Constantly, involuntarily, and with a low-grade panic when it's been too long. Your brain has a dedicated background process running at all times, exclusively concerned with cock, and it can't be closed, and it doesn't minimize. It just sits there, humming quietly behind whatever you're supposed to be focusing on, reminding you that you'd rather be on your knees with your mouth full.
You know yourself. You know that when you see their hands, your brain skips immediately to imagining those hands wrapped around their cock. You know that grey sweatpants aren't just a meme for you, they're a genuine hazard. You've lost track of conversations because they adjusted themselves, and your entire cognitive function redirected to the two-second glimpse of the outline of their cock. This isn't something you chose. You didn't wake up one morning and decide to be like this. It's always been in you, and at some point you stopped fighting it and started feeding it.
Now it's all you can think about when you close your eyes at night.
A hard cock, the shaft thick enough that your fingers wouldn't quite meet if you wrapped your hand around it. The head swollen and smooth and flushed that deep, urgent shade that means it's been hard for a while. That means they've been thinking about you, or someone like you, someone who'd appreciate it properly. A bead of cum forming at the tip, catching the light before it slides down the underside along that prominent vein you want to trace with your tongue. The weight of it. You think about the weight constantly. How heavy a hard cock feels in your palm, that dense, warm solidity, how it twitches against your hand because of what you did. Your touch specifically.
You want cock in your mouth the most. That's the thing about cocksluts. Most people think it's only about penetration. About getting fucked. And sure, you want that too. But the mouth is different. The mouth is devotional. You want your lips stretched around the shaft. You want to feel the head hit the back of your throat. You want the taste, salt and skin and that faint musk that makes your eyes flutter shut. You want to gag on it and keep going. You want tears running down your cheeks and your jaw aching and spit connecting your lips to cock in long, sticky strings, and you want to look up at them while all of this is happening because the expression on their face while you worship is the closest thing you have to a religious experience.
And I know you're reading this with your hand between your legs. I know because cocksluts can't help it. The stimulus-response loop is too tight. You read a description of a cock and your body starts preparing for one. You're wet right now. Probably have been for a while. You're swollen and sensitive and if you're not already rubbing, you're clenching your thighs together in that restless, desperate rhythm that means you're trying to resist and losing.
Stop resisting. You came here for this, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you have to impress me. I'm not any better than you. I'm right there with you. Stroking my cock slow while I write this, thinking about what your mouth would feel like, how eager you'd be, how you'd sink to your knees before I even ask. My fist dragging up the shaft, thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness that keeps forming at the tip. I'm throbbing thinking about your devotion. About the way a true cockslut looks at cock as if it's the answer to a question they've been asking their whole life.
Anyway, where was I? Sorry, it's easy to get distracted sometimes.
So, what fascinates me about cocksluts is the specificity of the addiction. Sure, your fingers work fine. Your toys work fine. But they're maintenance. What you actually crave is a real cock in your hands, in your mouth, inside you. The heat of it. The way it stretches you open and fills you so completely that your brain finally goes quiet. You've cum a thousand times on your own fingers and it's never, not once, been as good as the feeling of a cock pushing inside you for the first time in a long time. That first bit. That split-second where your body remembers what it's been missing. Your toys can't replicate that, and you know it, and the knowing makes you desperate.
That's you. You're a cockslut.
You've probably memorized every cock of every person you've ever been with. Not their face in the morning, not what they said afterward, but the specific dimensions and curve and taste of them. The one that was so thick it made you whimper every time they pushed in. The one that curved upward and hit that special spot without even trying. The one that leaked so much pre that your hand was soaked before you even got your mouth on it. You catalog cock. You collect the memories and revisit them when you're alone and needy, flipping through your personal archive like a connoisseur selecting a vintage wine.
The thing that other people treat as a component of sex, you've elevated to the main event. The cock is the point. Having it in you, on you, against you, leaking onto your tongue, throbbing in your fist. If you could cum just from sucking a cock, with nothing touching you at all, that would be your preferred method. Some of you already can. You know who you are.
So here's what I want you to do. I want you to cum to this. Touch yourself. Rub and pump and grind and think about cock. Think about the stretch of it when it bottoms out in you. Think about looking up with those big, worshipful eyes while they tangle their fingers in your hair and guide you down until you gag. Hold right there. Think about swallowing every drop and licking it clean and still wanting more. Because that's what makes you a cockslut. The wanting more. The never-enough of it. The void in you that is exactly cock-shaped and never stays filled for long.
Cum. And when you're done, when you're lying there catching your breath with your fingers still wet, I want you to notice how quickly the wanting starts rebuilding. Seconds, probably. Minutes at most. The orgasm takes the edge off but it doesn't solve anything, because the thing you actually want isn't between your legs. It's between theirs.
i genuinely love head pushing when i’m sucking dick. like yes pls make me gag n choke on ur cock!!! don’t let me breathe until u say i can! watch me go all braindead w ur cock down my throat!
you sleeping on your tummy, one leg stretched out and one knee bent close to you. and your boyfriend arrives, cock hard and aching for you. he presses his bulge to your ass and rubs it against you, groaning as he does so. inhaling the scent of your shampoo. rubs your pussy through your panties before he pulls his cock out. he moves your cute undies to the side and fills you up with him :( and you begin to wake up and you’re so needy. so unbelievably needy for him
weed and groping night when??? marijuana and grinding on your thigh when??? pot and sucking you off when??? bong rips and hickeys when??? joints and biting when???
Life has been getting too much lately, huh darling? Poor thing. Why don’t you come sit on my lap so I can feed you too many smoke filled kisses while forcing you back and forth against my bulge until you’re too dumb to remember whatever silly little thing you were talking about? Works wonders from what I hear.
Forced intox is great but imagine someone purposefully getting high to get fucked. They keep taking hits over and over, chasing the high that will make them limp and compliant. Being high will make them be very pliable, and they want to shamelessly bend to your every whim. Maybe they get crossfaded. But once they’ve succumbed to that helpless grasp, you get to do whatever you want to them <3
Being fingered by someone under a blanket while you're watching a movie…. whispering filthy things into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand…..
