sometimes queer joy means having freaky gross sex with your friends i'm serious
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sometimes queer joy means having freaky gross sex with your friends i'm serious
Guys im thinking about boot humping again. I wanna hump a boot so bad. I want my partner to play with my hair while they coo about how cute I am. Im not allowed to cum or touch myself but i can hump their leather boot with my boxers on and i just...stay there. While they work from home. While they game or watch TV. I sit on their boot, hug their leg, and hump their boot till my boxers are soaked and they are laughing at my desperation.
Soft edging: a calming and relaxing massage where their hands keep drifting over sensitive spots, rubbing, holding, stroking, and pinching. Nothing too hard, nothing too fast, it's supposed to be relaxing. And yet the pleasure keeps adding up, not enough to drive you through the edge, but keeping you there. Low lights, soft music, maybe a candle right around the corner. Everything feels great, however, you need more, you're rolling your hips for more, your body is trembling whenever their hand brush over somewhere you desperately need touching. Not enough. They are trying to drive you insane, you know it, but they look so calm caressing your body, exploring the skin, smiling softly whenever you quiver under their touch. You want more, but it feels good, they feel good, you can take it. Until you can't, until your mind is getting foggy, until you feel so hot, so desperate and needy that you're almost reaching for their hands to guide them to where you want to feel them the most. Unfortunately, the restraints keep you from doing so, the only thing last to do is begging. "Please..." the soft plea move past your lips, and when their eyes move from your sensitive body to meet your gaze, there is a proud smile on their lips. Instead of giving you what you want right away, their answer is a simple "Good, now beg some more and I might let you cum" making clear that this is far from over.
cnc not as in i want to hurt you but cnc as in i love you so much i want to make you feel so good do you trust me? i trust you. i love you i know you want me to make you feel good i can tell by the way you look at me by the way your breath hitches by how wet you are. i want you so bad ill do anything for your body. i hear you saying my cock is too big but we both trust each other enough to use the safe word if it's not fun anymore and youre not saying it you're just crying and taking it for me. you look so pretty on my cock. you're so good for me. i own you and you love it. i love you.
wishing I could lay beside someone, wrap my leg around them and lazily hump them like an object rn. We can both be on our phones, I don’t care. It’s casual—it’s just that humping my bed alone isn’t enough anymore. I need get myself so frustrated on them that they start to pay attention. I want to be slightly wet through my pants, and I want them to rub where it’s wettest. Warmest. I want them to tell me they’ll take care of it, playing with my pussy while they continue to scroll with their other hand. Maybe I’ll even reach around and play with them, too. I don’t need to cum, I just need to feel good for a while. I want to nuzzle into them and fall asleep with both of our hands in each others’ pants.
a Thing that bites the back of your neck when it forces you down and starts humping its cock into your holes indiscriminantly until it gets it inside somewhere and starts pumping its knot into you while growling and panting in your ear and forcing your head down and scratching you all over. a Thing that bares its fangs at you when you grab its horns in missionary and digs its claws into your skin and ruts in for extra measure even when its swollen knot is firmly stuck inside you. a Thing that keeps taking you over and over until its confirmed that you're full with its litter
Please please please make me hump your boots! I’ll be so good and make a mess all over the floor just for you. Make me do anything you want! I’m a good boy :33
It’s been a hard day bro can you pet me
when doms coo out a soft ‘there you arreee’ the moment their sub finally gives in and starts whimpering, gasping, making the prettiest noises while being absolutely ruined >>>
oh my god it would be so terrible if you noticed how compliant i become when im high and then lie to me about how many edibles i’ve had and keep daring me to take one more hit, then spent hours raping me senseless and making me your pretty little fuckdoll
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
SOMNO THAT LEADS TO BREEDING!
All I really want right now is to fuck a guy in a mating press and make him tell me what he is as he's moaning and crying from embarrassment. (Who are you? You're my good boy, right? You're my slutty fucking puppy? I need you to say it back. Louder. Look me in the eyes as you say it.) And he's whimpering into my mouth as he's spread open on my dick. I know it's humiliating, but it's who he really is. He just needs to accept it. Say it over and over until the shame falls away. (Who do you belong to? That's right, me. Now tell me you're my slut. Tell me exactly what you are.)
men love wearing dog collars and being called stupid it's like an aphrodisiac to us. i mean them.
Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.
Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.
Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.
People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.
You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.
People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.
Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.
top three talents are being a whore, being a fag, and being oh so sleepy
hearing 'good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy' chanted breathlessly over and over while they're ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. thats it thats the post