Just a small collection of things that turn me to goo | 27 | She/Her, Cis | Bipoc | Biromantic AsexualNote: Iām finally putting this info here because I know itās important to some people, and I respect people both feeling comfortable and making informed decisions. That said, Iām not actually comfortable interacting with people - thatās not what my dirty side blog is for. Iām not here to debate my sexuality with anyone or be convinced by an internet rando that āIām wrongā šš¤š¤
Iām very worried about some of yāall where I canāt tell if the stories youāre telling are real or not. Donāt ruin your lives over kink. Donāt ruin your social lives over your kink. Donāt damage relationships with your real family members over your incest kink (itās very common to have these fantasies but likeā¦donātā¦proposition your family membersā¦). Donāt compromise your mental health over your kink.
I need some of you to understand: a LOT of us are just making stuff up. A lot of people posting about detransitioning or stopping their hormones arenāt actually doing that in real life. If you post āhee hee guys should I do (thing that would be really bad for you to do)ā a lot of people will assume that itās just fantasy and encourage you to ādoā it because they donāt think youāre actually going to, or because theyāre bad people who donāt actually want whatās best for you.
Use your brain and make good choices. Engage with kink in a healthy way. If you donāt know the difference, talk to kinky friends who you know actually care about you, or find a sex-positive therapist to talk to.
You *need* an income and a social life and a roof over your head and a solid support system of people who care about you. You *want* to engage in your kink. Be mindful of the difference.
Youād learnt quickly that your homeājust a small apartment you rented aloneāhad something lurking inside it.
It hadnāt made itself known at first but it grew more comfortable, more brave, as the days turned to weeks turned to months. The first touch, six months into your tenancy, had you on edge for days. Just a gentle brush against your shoulder, a freezing cold trail that had you shivering and terrified. Contemplating leaving entirely, you didnāt settle again until a week later when your apparent roommate became a little more adventurous.
It was as though all peace and privacy had disappeared entirely. Bending down to take something out of the cupboard? A hand would caress the curve of your ass just enough to force you upright again and search for the culprit. Laying on the couch just peacefully watching a movie? A hand cups your boob, squeezing just enough that, in your distraction, you forget thereās nothing there to be doing it to you.
Your body becomes its plaything, a hand is almost always on you somehow, exploring every inch of you but itās strangely soft, careful movementsāminus the occasional sudden grope that forces a shocked squeak from you.
Not long ago you would have thought this impossible but now, weeks into the gentle torment that you canāt explain, you find yourself wishing for more.
Can you think of a real reason for doing this? No. Is that going to stop you as you strip yourself bare and climb on top of your covers? Fuck no.
Nothing comes before you fall asleep, unusual for your guest considering you could count the number of hours you hadnāt felt it, in the past week, on one hand. But he sees. He watches. He waits for the best moment to accept your perfect invitation.
Youāre in deep sleep, steady exhales come from you and youāve rolled into your chest. Youāre on display for him and he canāt wait any longer.
He touches you less gently that heād ever cared to before, handling your body with desperation as he manoeuvres you into a position where he can access the part of you heās left untouched thus far.
Still on your chest, your knees bent beneath you and your ass in the air, your pretty pussy is in view. He wonāt waste any more time.
Your dream morphs into something more vulgar as he has his way with you, moaning into the pillow as his tongue effortlessly finds your clit. He attaches himself to the bundle of nerves, jumping between sucking on you just enough to cause your thighs to tremble and pushing into you. All whilst you were lost in the most pleasurable sleep youād had in months.
He feels you tighten around his tongue; he turns his focus to your clit again holding you as still as possible, you come on his face, grinding your hips into his invisible form just as your conscience jolts you awake. Even in your haze youāre quick to realise your visitor is there, hands on you keeping you exactly where it wants you as you come down from an otherworldly experience.
Turning your head just enough to see the mirror beside you, you see your trembling body arched and ass up in a position that should make you nervous. Thereās nothing behind you but you can feel the pressure of something against your pussy.
Your mouth hands open in ecstasy as your cunt stretches to welcome your visitor, the strangely cold appendage sending jolts of soemthing indescribable through your body and, as it inches deeper and deeper you push back against the intrusion, your loud moan muffled as you push your head back into your pillow.
Whatever you had been expectingāhoping forāthis was much much better.
Monster friend that begs you to help him out. He's so hard and leaking... Just once, please. Let him stick it inside your welcoming heat, please. He's just a poor unmated monster that needs some release, and you smell so good. Just once... You accept because he looks so pathetic and miserable.
But you should know better, should know that when your hole is overflowing and his grin stretches wide that it won't be a one time thing. "Same time tomorrow?" You don't answer, unable to move after the fucking he delivered. But the smirk on his face is enough tell tale to know he's going to fuck you full everyday.
You wake up with a hand around your boob, squeezing it like it's a stress toy. You mumble half asleep, hitting the hand and waiting for them to stop. But they only release it enough to slip their hand under your soft shirt. Cold fingers find your nipple, pinching it and pulling until you are whimpering, not knowing if you want to get more or less of it. They don't give you a choice. His fingers play with your nipple until you are begging, your panties so wet you can hear it when you rub your legs together. Another hand finds your soaked center, rubbing your clit in slow circles, dragging your pleasure until you are shivering with an orgasm.
And when you come down from the pleasure, you remember you live alone...
being manhandled is so hot to me. like please put me in whatever position that you want. let me know that iām not in control of my body. i want you to spread my legs apart and pin my hands above my head and take what you want. but it doesnāt even have to be during sex. pull me into your lap when iām near you or position me however you want when we cuddle. just show me that youāre stronger than me and that youāre in charge.
Cuddle fucking you with slow, long strokes, grabbing your tits and kissing your shoulders and back. Calling you a good girl in your ear and saying you take me so well.
saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock
fucking a girl while theyāre ovulating is such a fever dream. pussy is wetter than ever and sheās so sensitive ! grope her tits, ass or thighs and poor angel is already whimpering. and forget about taking it slowā her panties are a wet sticky mess since you first kissed her, heart pounding while her mind can only think about being held down so you can fuck her nice and deep. strap hitting that sweet spot over and over, her shaky inner thighs drenched with her juices and that sweet cunt taking everything you give. and fuck, do they get dumb and overstimulated so easilyā¦ eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, drool running down on her pretty swollen lips and that soft skin glistening with sweat. and that whiny, broken voiceā¦ begging for you to āplease, please breed me, breed me, breed meā with their back arched and those teary pretty eyes looking back at you, just waiting to hear āyou want me to fill you up, hm princess? then just lie there and take every drop like the cumdump you are.ā
many of my sexual fantasies and kinks boil down to āsomeone being really attracted to me and me not having to ask for affection, just be given it.ā which could mean nothing.
Tentacle monster roommate who keeps you stuffed full with his tentacle.
Making sure your needy pussy is never lonely. You donāt even have to ask for help when youāre horny. Heās always there to make you feel good.
Heās addicted to how the wetness from your pussy feels on his slimy tentacle. When you squirm too much he wraps a tentacle around your waist to keep you still.
You have sucker shaped bruises on your cunt, thighs, and waist from him using your body. Sometimes he shoves a tentacle down your throat for you to gag on if youāre too loud.
a tentacle creature that can sense when you're horny and will slide an oozy tentacle that secretes a substance to make you hornier in your mouth whilst fucking you on it's other tentacles so you just get hornier and the hornier you get the more it wants to fuck you
Waking up in the morning to cum dripping out of me, but no other signs of an attack. I live alone, my doors and windows are all still locked. Nothing in my house is missing, broken, or moved. I have no bruises, my head is clear. My pajamas are still on and smeared with cum. After a panicky morning, I convince myself that the mess must have been my own wetness. And I forget about it by the end of the day. But the next morning Iām filled with it again. My pussy feels warm and relaxed, drooling the mystery load into my pajamas. I check my house, my phone, my yard for signs of a break in. Nothing. I order a security camera and I set it up in my room before getting in bed. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but I finally do. And the next morning, again, Iām dripping. My hands shake as I check the footage from the night before. In the timelapse view I see myself sleeping uninterrupted for a few hours. My heart races when I see myself sit up, pull my pajamas pants down, and kneel on my bed with my head down. I spread myself open to the empty room, and wait. After a moment I see myself move. Rocking on the bed in motions that suggest someone was fucking me from behind, but thereās nothing there. Not a shadow, not a blur. Not even an impression on the mattress where something would have been standing. My pussy spreads around nothing, and I hear myself moaning in pleasure. Quicker now. Whatever is thrusting inside me is getting bigger; I can see the darkness in my pussy growing, and I hear my voice whimpering. But I keep saying Yes. As I watch myself be violated, my pussy throbs in neediness. I may have been asleep, even hypnotized by the nothingness, but Iām consenting and moaning and I even see my thighs trembling when I orgasm. At that moment whatever-it-is begins to fill my pussy with its cum. I know because Iām begging it to breed me. Whimpering in ecstasy, my body shaking harder as its orgasm continues and I see a ring of white cum bordering the opening of my pussy. The motion stops for a while. My breathing slows. The nothing must have moved away, because I see a thick white fluid almost drip out of me before my body slides down to lay on my bed. I pull my pajama pants back up, get back under the covers, and stay in bed until my alarm goes off. Blushing red hot and stunned by the strange footage, my hand slips between my thighs and I finger the mysterious cum back inside me until Iām jerking and moaning in my empty house, eager for nothing to happen again.
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You didn't know it, but your body made dying worth it.
Becoming a ghost was the worst. He couldn't leave his haunt, no one could see him, and the landlord took all his stuff. When you moved into the house, the ghost was annoyed at first. They liked having the space to themselves. That changed the first time he saw you naked. For the first time, he was happy to be a ghost. Because you never knew when he was watching.
He started small, just watching you shower. Loving the way the water ran down your breasts. Enjoying the show you didn't realize you were putting on.
But he wanted more.
You were asleep the first time he touched you. Gently fondling your breasts. When you didn't wake up, he slowly unbuttoned your pajama top. Exposing your tits. He spent the night playing with them, becoming intimately familiar with the feel of them in his hands.
The next night, you wore a nightgown. He was practically drooling when he lifted it, pulling it all the way up to your neck. Then he took off your panties. You stayed asleep as he admired your bare body.
The third night he couldn't resist anymore. He undressed you and spread your legs. You began to stir as he explored your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You moaned and spread your legs wider. You thought you were dreaming. He lovec watching you cum in your sleep, unaware that your "wet dream" was very much real.
When he finally fucked you, he knew he would never stop. Watching your pussy gape around his invisible cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your sleepy moans...it was addictive. Every night, he'd be back to enjoy your compliant body. The perfect toy.
Thinking about a big creature rubbing the tip of their cock between my legs while they purr so intensely that the rumbling from their body makes it feel like they're using a vibrator on me. Making me cum on the tip a few times and then using our combined wetness to slip into my eager hole.
The vibrations only feel more intense with their fat cock pressing up against my walls and causes them to uncontrollably spasm, massaging the monster's cock that's sitting completely still until it unloads inside of me again and again----as long as they keep purring, my hole will keep milking orgasms out of them without ever having to move.
