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@myfavouritelacepanties
The bigger the feminist the bigger the kink for misogyny is. It’s so pathetic it’s funny, it talks such a big talk about women’s rights, respect, women aren’t objects. Then when it’s alone, nothing gets it off more than the most brutal, dehumanizing, objectifying and disgusting misogyny out there.
Me: OMG why is everyone staring at me at the gym
Also me:
hi…. i’m a 23 year old lesbian and i’ve been described as something of a feminazi, and a proud man hater. every time i get horny though…. i get off to imagining a man bending me over his knee and thoroughly humiliating me and teaching my place. i’m getting wet reading your posts and was wondering what you’d do with me if you saw me in public and found out i was reading your blog at that moment 😵💫
I imagine seeing you at the library, in those non-fiction aisles nobody goes to, scrolling and getting wet. You barely notice when I walk by, assuming I am browsing the titles.
From the way you dress, I can tell you're one of those lesbians. Unshaved body hair, no makeup. Your outfit is as butch as it gets. The intention is probably to attract women and repel men, but you don't know enough about men to understand that we only care about what's between your legs.
As soon as I see my blog on your phone, I'm practically drooling at this perfect opportunity to take the bait. Quick as a snake, I snatch your phone out of your hand and hold it up high while reading it aloud.
"Let me see which ones you liked: being fucked on your college degree, having MAGA cock in your gold star pussy. And oh, let's see what your bio says: 'Fuck cis straight men. Proud gold star lesbian'."
I look down at you jumping up and struggling to reach your phone. Your face beet red and you're practically punching my body, trying to get me to budge. You're so close that my semi-hard dick is brushing close to your crotch every time you lean towards me to make a grab.
"Shut- shut up!" You force-whisper in the dead quiet library. Our breaths intermingle in the space between us.
"Is this a challenge? For you to fuck cis straight men? To lose your gold star to me?"
I grab your face in my other hand and make you look in my eyes.
"You need to be taught how to be a good girl." Without waiting for you to react, I spin you around and lower you until you're stomach-down over my knee, your bare ass up while my cock is throbbing against your stomach. I nibble your ear and you could hear my growl.
You're so paralyzed with fear that you haven't tried to stop me from touching you. (At least, that's what you will tell yourself later when we're done.) Despite your bravado online, you've never truly encountered aggression from men before in your safe little queer spaces. My hand snakes down u to grab your pussy firmly. Your juices cover my palm and I rub it easily.
Slap. My hand cracks down and the pain sets in seconds after the shock, you cry out.
"Are you a good girl?" I ask. You clench your jaw.
Slap. The sound seems to reverberate off the shelves and come back to assault your ears. The heat and the sting of it radiating deep within you.
"Are you a good girl?" You whimper.
Slap. Is it you who moaned? The heat seems to have traveled and settled between your legs.
"Yes! Yes, please... please I can't..." You can't believe what's happening, but somehow you're rubbing your thighs together as your clit wakes up for the first time in her life.
I whisper in your ear, "I live to fix girls like you with my cock. You're not the first 'butch' I've caught getting wet for straight guys you pretend to hate."
Your legs are shaking as I slowly trace the shape of your slit and the tiny bump of your clitoris. The most private parts of your body exposed to the world and under the grip of my hand.
I take advantage of your arousal and strip both of us. You put up a fight but I'm so much stronger that all you end up doing is ripping your bra and underwear as you flail. I push you to the carpeted floor, pin your hands above your head, and spread your legs open with my knees. For the first time ever, you feel a man's cock kissing the entrance to your lesbian pussy. It creates a heat like no other in your while you gush, making my slight gyrations so much easier and I slip around until I'm alternating rubbing against your entrance and your engorged clitoris.
"Do you want my conservative cock in your gold star pussy? Do you want me to take it away?" I push a little so you can feel the subtle stretch. Your vagina tasting the precum of a penis for the first time.
You close your eyes and turn your face away. It's your darkest fantasy and it's your deepest shame. Alone in the library, across from the greatest feminist authors of the past century, the foundation of decades of women's suffrage seems to be as hollow as the emptiness you feel inside. Your delicious lips trembling until your beliefs get buried underneath the mountain of your shame.
The word pours from you like hot lava, "...please"
"Look at me."
I wait until your teary eyes meet mine before I thrust my conservative cock hard into you. You wish it hurt more, but I ram inside you easily with the help of your arousal, just as nature has designed. You're too ashamed to admit loving penetration, even from a dildo, but this is another sensation entirely. Firm but slightly yielding to the shape of your pussy, my cock throbs deep inside you. My hairy balls rest against your labia. A fullness that completes you more than you've ever known.
Most unexpected is the feeling of having a man on top of you. It's at once feeling like you're being taken and being taken care of. Your entire world is my weight on your smaller body, my hard pecs against your soft tits, and the heat of my body warming you up in a pleasant sensation. Having struggled earlier and knowing I'm much, much stronger, you have settled into a comfortable position with far less guilt. Your legs are spread open and around me, while your hands are gripping my muscular arms, feeling the rigid shape of my triceps, while pretending you might push me away at any second.
I fuck you like I want to pound you into the lower floor. My balls slapping against you. It's like you're being split open from your crotch and you can't stop opening wider. Every time my pubic bone brushes against your clit, you grind back with more enthusiasm than before.
Sex with women is a game of "equality" where you try to make each other feel good and get off. Sex, as God has intended, has connected you intimately with me. You can feel your vagina gripping my cock and making me moan. You hate that you are seeing me as a person, hate that we're connected. Hate that I don't share any values with you but this single physical act is bonding us in ways that a woman wouldn't ever be able to bond with you.
You tell yourself you're not attracted to my body, but you've never felt more feminine in your life. It's never felt right to be a woman until now, until you're finally embodying femininity in full. Your tears fall as the heat builds and you start putting your arms around me, holding on as you maintain a barely tenuous grasp to your identity.
Being fucked feels so, so good.
A man's cock is inside you.
A man is fucking you.
Fucking you with his big fat conservative cock. De-valuing you as a woman, as a person, until you're nothing but this hole between your legs. Until all your worth is this, laying on your back on the floor of a public place, being used.
And it feels so fucking good. To receive the pounding and not think about anything else but feeling the pleasure course through your body.
A woman wouldn't be able to change your life like I do. The bare friction between us so delicious that you had forgotten that heterosexual sex comes with different risks.
Until I groan and bite the nape of your neck while picking up the pace of my thrusts.
"No, no. Please. Please, I have a girlfriend at home. Please don-" You beg frantically, your voice growing louder with each word.
"Fuck!" I howl and slam my cock into you, so deep and hard that you can feel it in your stomach. "Fuck I'm gonna breed your dyke pussy!"
A man is breeding you.
The spark that has been growing inside you is superheated as you feel the jets of my warm cum hitting inside you, filling you up with my babymaking sperm for the first time ever.
The creampie is still leaking from your pussy even after I've dressed and walked away, leaving you with a kiss and my phone number. Your phone lay forgotten beside you, a picture of your creamy pussy on it.
If I ever run into you in real life, anon. You'll be marked as mine forever.
Concept:
I pin your ankles up by your ears, and rut into you like a feral beast, and you can whine and beg and plead all you like for me not to fuck a baby into you. Deal?
Don’t be gentle
I can’t stop you
Squeeze them, pinch them, pull hard
Make me make noises I didn’t even know I could
Amuse yourself by inflicting pain on my tits 😘
Don’t worry little one
This is only foreplay, just some fun
The pain you crave will come
You’ll be begging me to stop before I’m done.
The fantasy I always go to is being coerced into sleeping with a man on a regular basis - a boss blackmailing me or a landlord taking sex for rent. I'm terrified and I dread the first session, it's all I can think about for weeks until it's finally time.
he leads me, shaking, into his bedroom. He tells me to take off my clothes and my heart races as he watches me, a bulge rising in his pants. I wonder how big it is, and shiver in what has to be terror when he shows me. I'm appalled to find myself wet when I pull down my panties.
He wants to keep it simple the first time, or I might be scared off, and he has big plans for me. So he lays me on my back and settles over me, and I feel the weight of a man pressing me into the mattress for the first time. His cock is pressed against my pussy and it feels so hard, so impossibly hot against me, I can't help but gasp.
He fills me slowly, and at first it hurts. He's bigger than anything else I've ever taken. I squirm under him, whimpering, and he holds me down more firmly, whispering in my ear as he buries himself so deep inside me I can feel his balls heavy against my ass, "you're taking it so well, such a good girl. How does it feel to lose your virginity?"
My whole body shudders, dripping pussy twitching around his cock. He smirks at me, but all I can do is gasp and whimper. He pulls out just as slowly, until just the head is inside, but before I can think about the needy sigh that leaves me I'm being filled again. Over and over, until the ache starts to feel good.
So good I stop thinking about the thing filling me so perfectly, or who it's attached to. I wrap my legs around him without thought, pulling him deeper. My hands releasing their death grip on the sheets and moving over a strangely hard, hairy chest, scratching over his sweaty back, tugging at his hair. I don't even think to protest when his mouth covers mine, just obediently suckle on his tongue through my now unrestrained moans.
I've never cum from penetration alone before, and yet I can feel the pressure building low in my stomach. His thrusts have become more frantic, his breathing fast and hot in my mouth. He only pulls out a few inches now, slamming back into me with a deep grunt in an increasingly jagged rhythm.
Somehow, in some dark part of my brain, I know what's about to happen. Suddenly, I'm terrified again - he never put on a condom. I never asked him too, I didn't even think about it. I'd never had to use one before.
"No, wait, please don't-" I start to beg, muffled by his mouth, but it only seems to push him over the edge faster. He ruts into me with long groan, somehow hitting deeper than I thought possible. I feel his hard cock throb, then jerk, then burst inside of me, thick ropes of his cum hot against my cervix. It feels endless, flooding me with him, filling my belly with his warmth.
I cum on his twitching cock with a shameful moan, writhing under his weight, my hips rolling and pussy spasming uncontrollably, milking him with my dripping lesbian pussy until I collapse, dazed and stupid. The deal is the whole night, so he keeps me like that, twitching on his half-hard cock for hours until dawn, until it's time to return to normalcy and try to pretend this didn't happen until the next month.
But every session is more intense. He makes me do more and more depraved things, stay for longer and longer. And I don't argue, because it feels so good. It feels so right. Eventually I don't even try to leave anymore...
Mine
And I don’t care who knows it.
amanda hated Him for a long time for what He'd done to her. When He told her she was going to get bigger tits, she had no idea what He'd planned. her surgeon and He however had been best friends since college and He owed Him a favor.
From the moment she awoke onward, her life changed. Everyone treated her differently... Men ogled her and women looked at her with disgust. No one at her job took her seriously. It was as if her degree and intelligence no longer mattered.
her feminist friends were the first to leave. her job performance began to suffer more and more until she was told to either quit or be terminated.
The day He introduced her to His other friend from college was the turning point in her life however.
There would be no more need for her Master's degree as a stripper at His club and, after an adjustment period, she found she could make Him even more money than she had at the law firm.
she should have trusted His judgement and decision from the start.
the more you degrade and humiliate me, the more turned on i get
And you get grosser and grosser as you get turned on. You can make horny girls do almost anything.
what really drives me wild is the idea that any woman, no matter how confident and powerful, could be reduced to a cock drunk cunt. like picturing a badass bitch dropping to her knees, messily throating Literally Some Guy’s dick like a fucking pornstar, looking up at him with pathetic little doe eyes before he finishes on her face. or with her ass in the air and his foot pining down her head, cock sliding in and out as she cries “daddddy” in a high pitched whine she wouldn’t be caught dead speaking in. like it makes me so deliriously hot.
There really is no respectable way to get fucked by a man. You are basically taken and used as a pleasure doll. You might be respected in your daily life, work, etc. But the moment you are getting throat and ass fucked, you become lost in the moment and nature takes over. Even the most badass of women come pathetic little whores when presented with a cock.
you'd probably look rly cute panting on all fours like a dog with cum splattered across your face. guess we'll never know :/
If someone grabbed my hair and held me against their crotch while I gave them head and they rut against me and moaned how bad they needed it it would fix me I think
I love choking, but there’s also something so good about a dom pressing their hand over your mouth to make you quiet down. Not being able to speak, not even able to beg, reduced to muffled little moans and whimpers while they use you. Them chastising you for getting too loud, even as they touch you in all the ways they know make you come apart.
She had tried being good her entire life. She worked hard, she studied, she did everything her parents told her she needed to do to be successful. Unfortunately along the way she learned how much better it felt being bad. How much better it felt embracing her carnal desires. How easy it was to make money with her body instead of her brain. Eventually she became addicted to the rush, the excitement of making big cash by being a dirty whore. It felt depraved and wrong, but it excited her in ways she couldn't explain. She wasn't that good little girl that had worked so hard, and she wouldn't want it any other way
Recently many, many girls have been reblogging and liking my rimming captions. Love to see it. Keep sticking your tongues in a man's hairy asshole. You might find your dignity if you go deep enough.
i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried
there’s something so disgusting and feral and perverted about getting off to the smell of someone
getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when we can’t see each other but instead i’m fucking my toy and shoving my face into it because fuck. you just smell so good i couldn’t help it
it’s not my fault your smell throws me into a fucking heat, i’m just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to >_<
