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???
"Babe, you promised. You said you'd do anything I wanted."
"I know, I know... but I didn't expect this..."
"Well, you can back out if you want, I guess."
"No! N-no, of course not. That's not what I meant at all. I want to show you how sorry I am that it happened. It's just, I thought..."
It hadn't been her fault. She'd been drunk. The guy had been hot and just a bit pushy. It wasn't like she'd had much of a chance. Jenna didn't remember exactly how it'd happened, but she remembered enough to know how it had ended. That was enough.
"I'll do it..."
"Good," her boyfriend gave her a sparkling smile. "I knew you were up for it! Remember, once this is done, we're even, right? Nothing against you. You just gotta prove how sorry you are."
She swallowed. Outside the thin, wooden door, she could already hear the chatter. The soft sound of music, the TV was on and people were joking and laughing. Did they know? Did they suspect what was about to happen?
She undid her top and let it spill to the floor. The cold air kissed her pale skin, and her dark hair lay heavily atop her shoulders. Her nipples were hard, and fat sparks of anticipation coiled along her body.Her eyes fluttered closed; and for a moment, she was able to pretend that she was somewhere else.
Then, she felt the touch of the pen. It was soft, teasing, but as it traced a path across her skin, she knew what it was doing.
''Cheater'' it wrote across one breast, the word angled just below her pink nipple. She whimpered; the pen rubbed her areola, and shivers raced down her spine.
''Slut'' he wrote on her other breast. The gentle touch of the pen was maddening now. Stroking her inflamed skin until she wanted to scream.
Her legs trembled. She was breathing fast. Outside that door, their friends. Everyone they knew. And here she was, having her body marked.
"Better take off the rest," he said. "We want to get you ready properly."
She nodded. Her skirt and panties slipped to the floor. She'd never felt this vulnerable in her whole life. The pen kissed the skin of her waist and sides, more words were added:
''Whore'' was written across her hip.
''Cumbucket'' marked her lower belly.
A little arrow was inked into her thigh, pointing upwards towards her shaved pussy. Along with it, a single sentence: ''Fuck here.''
"You're doing so well, babe," his words punctuated the prickling of the pen at work. "I'm so proud of you. I know everyone makes mistakes, but this is a good way to make up for it. All you gotta do is get through tonight, right? Then it's back to normal."
Back to normal. Yeah. She clung to that. She held it tight. Only one night. One night of this then everything would be back to what it had been before! She just had to get through it! They'd even brought a mask. it wasn't as if anyone knew it was her. She was just a friend that Daniel was punishing for her boyfriend who didn't want to be around. It would end after tonight.
So why was she crying? Little tears ruining her careful makeup, the stab of the pen so significant? Why were her legs quaking, and why, deep down, was a part of her so turned on by this?
You deserve it, that part said. you deserve this all. Take it and remember it. Remember the punishment for what you did.
''Fuckhole''' was branded across her pussy.
''Best when spread'' was written on her thighs.
''Freeuse whore'' was written above her mound.
By now, she felt exactly like what the words described. A whore, a slut being punished. She'd thought with her pussy instead of her brain, and this was the result. It was her fault, and she deserved everything that was about to happen to her.
Her boyfriend stepped back, admiring the view with an approving grin.
"You look good, babe. I didn't think you'd be so sexy marked. We should do something like this again. Only, maybe not for the same reasons, eh? You'd be punished harder next time. But... it's still not quite right."
He reached forward and added one last sentence in vivid colour across the fluttering skin of her lower chest: ''I'm a cheater! Please fuck me until I can't walk straight!''
"Perfect! They'll absolutely destroy you! And as long as we remember your mask, they won't even know it's you that they're fucking. How many cocks are you gonna ride today, huh? How many of your friends are gonna taste your pussy? You're gonna cum and cum and cum for them, and they won't even know it's you. You'll just be some no-name cheating whore."
Jenna yelped as his hand slapped hard against the mound of her pussy.
"They're gonna fill you with so much cum, it'll be dripping out. God, you're gonna look so pathetic drooling from both mouths. You're gonna worship your friends like gods, and for the rest of your life, you're gonna know that all of them have been inside you."
She felt his finger curl upwards and force its way between her lower lips. Jenna's body clamped down, and his growing rhythm filled her with sparking shame.
"Every single one of them is gonna know what it feels like when you cum around them, and for the rest of your life, you're going to know it. They won't know it was you, but you will. You're such a slut, I can feel how wet you are just imagining it. Honestly, I gotta ask. is this a punishment or a reward?"
She groaned; the feeling was tight and hot, tingling spirals twisted between her legs. One of her hands shot out and she braced herself against the wall. Her face was red.
"Look at you, even now, you're getting off to it. Man, I got together with a slut, didn't I? I guess I should be angry, but you're just too cute. Still, gotta punish you so you don't do it again. You rode some other guy's dick? Now you gotta ride the dicks of all your friends, and taste their pussies, and feel their fingers, their tongues, their mouths..."
Jenna clenched. His fingers felt so good now, pumping and thrusting and twisting inside her to hit that little part that he knew drove her wild. Her hands curled up into balls, and she was shuddering, each spasm of pleasure was stronger than the last. She wanted to scream.
"You're really getting off to this? To your boyfriend telling you how you're gonna be used by everyone? How you're gonna end the day as a brainless, fucked out little pet? Your friends are gonna go their whole lives treasuring this memory and they won't even know it was you."
She gave a strangled cry of desperation and just as her whole body began to clench up, he pulled away. Suddenly empty, Jenna groaned. A string of arousal connected his glistening fingers to her pussy.
"That's what I like to see. Now you're ready. Now you're gonna crawl into that room, your pussy dripping and your body marked, and I'm going to tell them all that from now until midnight, they can do anything they want to you because you're a little cheating whore who needs to learn a lesson. Now get on your knees and get ready to crawl. Oh, and Jenna? Grab that mask. You'll need it."
So I have had a few people apologize for spam liking. There is no need to do that. Waking up to a lot of likes is great. Like really great. Early morning dopamine. I love that.
But because this is a porn blog, I do reserve the right to assume you are getting off to my blog when you go past 5. I feel this is fair.
Here’s the thing that some people don’t seem to understand about sex & kink. You have to respect boundaries before you get to push them. You have to show people they’re safe before you get to make them feel scared. You have to respect people before you get to degrade them. You have to be normal with people before you get to be dirty with them. You can’t be skipping steps. Treating them like a person always comes before treating them like a toy.
Well these monthly reports are getting weirder and weirder, aren't they?
Business first: I'm producing around 2 stories a month and captions quite consistently. I've made an effort to showcase some of... the goodest girls around and minimize AI content, although I doubt it will be gone entirely soon. I confess the way the platform is erasing blogs left and right has me concerned, especially in light of proposed US legislation that would in effect make ALL of our content illegal.
Oops politics snuck into one of these posts again! Almost like my head is constantly mulling the topic!
Well, now that we're here, there IS a point I want to make.
There is an idea that we shouldn't gatekeep kink, with the obvious exception of those who can't consent due to age or other reasons. Positive, enthusiastic, informed consent is the one barrier we should uphold. I find this idea generally good. BUT I feel we should be at least vigilant about one other aspect.
Now, I'll be the first one to admit I've fucked up in the past. I'll surely fuck up in the future. I've been called out about it in private and in public, and almost always the people that called me out were right.
Until recently.
I've gotten dms and comments to the effect that I am a misogynistic asshole, or a fascist, or that I believe the things I post in kink. Now, most of us understand that this is fiction. Life and kink are not the same thing and the ideas that turn us on are often the opposite of what we truly believe; their power, in part, comes from the fact that we know they're wrong, that we don't believe them. It's this fiction of ours we indulge in together, knowing we don't really believe in, say, female inferiority. As clear as I've been trying to be about it, however, some people are unwilling to understand or accept that such content is NOT a reflection of real life beliefs.
And you know what? I get it. I do.
I've had the experience of scrolling through kink Twitter, seeing a retweet of something I think is kink, following through to the person's feed and realizing... oh. Oh no. This person is an ACTUAL fascist.
The little twerps are emboldened. They are infiltrating more and more spaces, ours included. They are more open, more brazen, and sometimes their deluded hateful posts are almost indistinguishable from the exaggerated fiction we post AS KINK.
So in this moment I say we gatekeep. We gatekeep as hard as we can. The only way kink can be healthy is if it's safe and understood as fantasy- and these dogfuckers are making the space unsafer by the minute. So, we must be vigilant. We can't reblog real fascists. We let our real colors show, even if it breaks that fiction for a moment.
So with that said, let me be clear:
Fuck fascists.
Feminism is necessary. Perhaps more than ever.
Fuck homophobes.
Trans rights now.
Fuck white supremacy.
Fuck Trump and all authoritarians.
Fuck corporations and their vampire-like need to suck up the work and wealth of people.
Shelter, food, and Healthcare are universal rights and the profit motive should be nowhere near them.
A woman's right to choose about her own life and body should never be violated.
Sex work should be legal and safe.
Income should never be a barrier to education.
Billionaires should not exist.
Conflating labor and productivity with the value of a person is monstrous. People have value because they are human.
The ultimate function of the police is to protect the interests of the ruling class.
I'm sure I'm missing quite a few things. But that should give an idea of where I stand outside kink. I feel we should all take the time to state our core beliefs every now and then. Yes, it harms the fiction of it all. But sometimes we must let truth shine through this fiction of ours.
Gatekeeping is not a thing I've ever approved of, nor will I ever be it's outright champion. But keeping people like this out isn't gatekeeping, its defence.
These people don't want to participate in what we create. They don't want to partake in the fantasy. They want to take it and use it as cover. They want to take a fantasy that we use to deal with the world and turn it into a real, genuine horror.
I feel we have a genuine duty, now more than ever, to stand up not only against these people. But for the right to be what we are, and to enjoy what we enjoy. If we don't carefully carry ourselves, we have no one to blame when we're tarred by the same brush that we refused to speak up against.
It's not gatekeeping to keep out people who never wanted to be one of us in the first place. Accept, love, embrace, But always be careful and always be safe.
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