quarantine break down

sideblog, im over 18. This blog is for venting and horny posting. That's the only warning you're gonna get. boydykegirlfaggot. yucks: incest, ageplay, bestiality, rape. yums: mind manipulation, petplay, plushophilia, praise, oviposition. ask me about my yums! domleaning.

[plushylust]

Spiral hypnokink flag for all your spiral flag needs <3

colours taken from here, by GlassOddity on... itaku.ee? I LOVE these colours, but not so much the flag shape they chose. Why go with straight lines when the humble spiral is right there? I've copied their flag colours with the meanings and put them under the cut.

White - Bliss (becoming blank, letting go of control, encompassing all sexuality and gender)

Silver - Obedience (chains - both physical and metaphorical, eternal bonds, programming, dronification/robotization, pleasure in loss of personhood and individuality)

Gold - Creativity (methodology, the swinging pendulum, the golden elixir, loving masters/mistresses, giving into temptation)

Pink - Transformation (freedom of the true self, bimbo/dollification, feminization, whimsy!, embracing submission, experimentation with new roles)

Purple - Mystery (going deeper and deeper, self exploration, no fear of judgment or societal norms, forbidden pleasures, trust in your partner as you explore the unknown)

[rthornewrites]

There's a punishment for cheating baked into their marriage contract.

It's a bit old-fashioned, but Crystal insists on it as a way to prove to Bethany that she won't cheat. She probably only does it because she thinks it won't work, because she does cheat, barely a year into their marriage.

Any change from the punishment is cumulative; it doesn't reset itself every time.

Which is why Crystal's nipples are now so sensitive that she can't bear to wear a bra and can hardly wear a shirt, made more and more sensitive every time she went out and fucked someone else until just brushing against them is enough to nearly make her cum.

The punishment can be reversed as part of a divorce, if Bethany agrees to it, but she's not sure why she would do that when she can have so much fun with them.

[liquidvessel]

[mesmirised]

I swear to god how many times can I say I don't want to see incest porn on my dash only for people to read it, dismiss it, then put incest porn on my dash. I know you're not going to stop posting it but at least fucking block me man, if it's just a kink and only fantasy and you make sure to practice consent and boundaries in real life then can you respect me NOT WANTING TO SEE MOTHER DAUGHTER RAPE POSTS

[sheikahslave]

Porn could never emulate the sexual horrors I need to get off

[rthornewrites]

There's something swollen and sensitive and dripping between her legs, and she's not sure what it is.

She thinks she should know, that something on her own body that gets this wet and needy is something she would have noticed before, but she can't quite remember.

"Do you know what it is?" she asks, looking up at her friend. Her friend is so, so smart, so much smarter than her.

"That's a clitty," her friend tells her, because her friend knows everything. Her friend tugs her forward until only the edge of her butt is still on the seat, spreading her legs so they're wide enough for her friend to lean in between them.

And then her friend reaches forward and drags a finger between her legs, the edge of a nail catching against her drippy clitty. She squeals, her body jolting at the sensation.

"Stupid little sluts like you," her friend says, "get big swollen clitties like that, and they push all the thoughts out of your head until they're all you can think about." Her friend presses down on her clitty, sending pleasure rushing through her body. "Now, I can help you, but it's just going to happen again and again, because that's the type of slut you are."

"What do I do, then?" she asks.

"Well," her friend says, her thumb rolling in distracting circles around her clitty, "how about this. Every morning and every night, you come to me and you show me how big and swollen your clitty is, and if it looks like it'll be a problem, I'll take care of it. Does that sound good?"

She nods enthusiastically. She's so glad she has a friend like this.

"But if you forget," her friend says, "because you're too dumb to keep too many thoughts in your head at one time, I'll have to take more serious measures. Like right now, your clitty is just too big and has pushed too many thoughts out of your head, for me to do this the easy way. It might even take a few days, this time, to get you back to the way you should be. So here's what you need to do."

Happily, she puts a pillow against her clitty so she can hump it as she puts her face between her friend's legs and starts to lick. She's so glad she has such a smart friend.

[rthornewrites]

The skirt is comfortable, is the thing.

Kay knows it's a little short, maybe shows a little more than she usually would, but she only wears it around the apartment, so that doesn't really matter.

And it's cute, too, as well as being comfortable. It's a great shade of blue, and it flares out just perfectly when she twirls in it, and honestly she just feels so good wearing it.

Of course, it is short enough that when Sarah bumps into her Sarah's hand sometimes ends up between Kay's legs, and sometimes that hand brushes up against Kay's clit or slips into her cunt, but those sorts of accidents happen.

Besides, they're roommates. It's not like they haven't changed in front of each other or accidentally walked in on the other showering. That's just the fact of life of living in a postage stamp of a two bedroom with a shared bathroom with a lock that has been janky since they moved in.

It's a comfortable skirt, though, and that's all that matters.

[rthornewrites]

Jerking you off when you're nearly asleep, so drowsy that even this can't make you open your heavy eyelids, so all you can do is take the pleasure that they give you.

[rthornewrites]

The drink leaves you sleepy, heavy, one hand rubbing hazily between your legs more before it feels good than because your drowsy brain can even think about the concept of cumming.

You knew it would do something when you drank it, but you expected mindless, urgent need, not this languid simmering arousal that's dripping between your legs or the cotton-candy-haze filling your mind and washing over you like the rising tide.

Don't worry, they tell you as their hand replaces yours between your legs. You'll have the sweetest dreams.

[rthornewrites]

When you agreed to some consensual somnophilia, you laid out some ground rules, the main one being: no doing anything to you while you're asleep that they wouldn't do while you're awake.

What you expect is to wake up sore inside from where they fucked you in your sleep, maybe with cum leaking out of your cunt or splattered across your body.

Instead, you wake with a puffy, throbbing clit, so wet that you've soaked all the way through your pajama shorts. You have to hurry that morning, though, so there's no relief for you before you have to drag on a pair of panties that you soak through in an instant and get on with your day.

You wake with your clit like that the next day, and the next, until there's hardly a day that goes by where your clit isn't swollen and sensitive and needy, where you don't make a mess of your panties, where you don't have to stop yourself from spreading your legs and rocking back and forth on whatever you happen to be sitting on just to get a little bit of relief.

[rthornewrites]

Tying mind control with somno--keeping them asleep even while they cum, planting wet dreams in their mind, making them masturbate even while sleeping.

[rthornewrites]

No, sweetheart, there's nothing under your panties.

If you feel buzzing, it's just because you're so sensitive from all that rubbing you think you're hiding from me.

Stop squirming, sweetheart, and sit still. People are staring.

[plushylust]

i dont know who leon kennedy is or what hes from but i know hes got his cock out most of the time

[plushylust]

changed my beloved's tag. maybe ill actually remember it now.

[rthornewrites]

The bet, all in all, is pretty simple: every night for the next three weeks, Carrie has to play to the tapes Darcy gives her. If Darcy can prove that they had an impact, she wins. If she can't, Carrie wins.

And, honestly, Carrie is looking forward to the hundred bucks.

It helps that she's always been a good sleeper, so she only gets about five words into the first tape before she's out. But that's fine. It's not that she needs to listen to them, just that she needs to play them.

She goes a week certain they're not doing anything at all. She masturbates, turns them on, and then goes to sleep.

And then, partway through the second week, she wakes up in the morning with one of her dildos in her cunt, her own hand holding it there.

She thinks about not listening to the tape the next night but, well, a deal's a deal. And it's probably a fluke.

And then it happens the next day, and the next, and when she moves all of her dildos to her bathroom she wakes up with three fingers fucking her cunt instead.

She tries not to turn on the next tape, but she can feel herself reaching over and switching it on, and then she's out.

That morning she wakes up on her hands and knees with her pillow between her thighs, humping it until she cums.

Heading into the third week she has no control over whether she turns on the tape, and she has no control over what she's humping or rubbing or fucking herself with when she wakes up.

And then, on the very last day, she wakes up with her fingers deep in her cunt, humping her hand, trying desperately, desperately to cum.

Darcy comes into her room an hour after she wakes, when she's still teetering at the edge, tears welling up in her eyes as she can't manage to tip herself over the edge. She says, "I think you lost the bet, sweetheart."

And then she leaves Carrie to her desperation.

[violette-angel]

subby boy who gets so dumb when eating your pussy that he nearly forgets he's pleasing you; he just thoughtlessy licks and sucks and bites so eagerly, loving the feeling of your cunt on his mouth, loving the taste that keeps dripping out onto his tongue. he can't help but hump the bed as he whines into you and grips your thighs hard, holding them up to retain easy access to your pussy. he just can't get enough. and when he makes you cum he doesn't even notice, too lost in his own pleasure and desperation; so he keeps going, licking fervently, overstimulating you, making you whimper and writhe. you think you can take it, but when he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, making you cum again, you end up needing to grab him by his hair and rip his face away from your twitching cunt. he whines in protest, looking up at you like he's devastated; mouth agape, breathing heavily, face covered in wetness, spit and cum, teary eyes confused and pleading. needy boy just wants to keep eating. so goddamn precious.

[rthornewrites]

There's something about the idea of keeping someone drowsy. Conscious, not asleep, but at that point where it's hard to keep your eyes open and nothing feels quite real, muscles going limp while you're still awake enough to try to fight it.

Drowsy, sleepy, but also horny, or sometimes horny, wet and dripping and maybe your fingers are moving between your legs but you're just on the edge of awake enough to be deliberate about it. Or maybe there's a vibrator running between your legs that you're too sleepy to figure out how to turn off or turn up, or there's a dildo sliding in and out and in and out of you.

And you know that if you just woke up you could manage to do what you're trying to do, to make yourself cum or maybe stop the overstimulation, but you're just too drowsy, and it feels like it would be easier to slip into sleep than to wake up, but you don't manage to do that either.