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@ravenmuninn
cock gags are so 🥰. you’re not giving anyone pleasure, you’re not sucking someone off for fun, you have a cock down your throat for one reason: to keep you quiet. maybe you’re gagging on it, maybe you’re sucking on it like it’s real, maybe you’re crying because it’s so humiliating to have a cock in your throat. and the funniest part? i’m not gonna take it out baby. your little gagging noises are so pretty, and so much better than hearing you ask me to come over and over.
Touch me with your words - make my body sizzle under each suggestion articulated to perfection. Make me edge to the concept of my enslavement, because there's nothing hotter than a thought that I am just yours.
Again and again, in a vicious circle - pull me under the spell of yet another sentence. I'll drift in the fog of gaslighting scenarios, which always make my mind dripping. Make me cum when the time comes. Sometimes boiling over is all we need.
A wizard asked me to proof read one of his scrolls last week.
Actually, it was more of a spell check.
https://www.protobacillus.com
Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”
"Good girl."
Credits go to artist Oliver Ler Marinkoski
Video game building IRL
“Where do you work?”
*suspiciously* “Yeah? Where’s it at?”
Oh down by
Me: “Hey darlin’, you wanna go to A Nice Restaurant to eat?”
Her: “Sure thing! Where??”
Me: *prepares for a “Who’s On First”-esque conversation*
True: I once waited tables for a high-end steak and wine place that was called The Strip Club. Whenever someone asked where I worked, it required some explanation. Especially when my dad asked.
I'm not under your control...
I'm not under your control. It's fine. I'm sure of it.
I'm not under your control. This is just for fun. It's a game. I just enjoy relaxing. It's stress relief. There's nothing to worry about.
I'm not under your control. It's just sometimes fun to do what you say. That's a normal kink right? Practically vanilla. I find pleasure in holding your attention. But I'm not under your control.
I'm not under your control. I just enjoy the things you say. The way you say them. Your words stay with me and haunt me through the day. I think about them when you're not around. They excite me. I feel giddy. They arouse me. But I'm not under your control.
I'm not under your control I just cum in the mornings, thinking about you controlling me. That's probably a little under your control. But I'm not really under your control. It's fine. I'm sure of it.
I'm not under your control. I just think about how nice it would be to be under your control. How the things you say could really effect me. If I let them. Although I'm not sure if that would be any different to how things are already?
I'm not under your control. I just want to do the things you tell me to do. I'm not under your control. I just want to say the things you tell me to say. I'm not under your control. I just want to think the things you tell me to think. I'm not under your control. I just want the things you tell me to want.
Having friends on tumblr is really great. I often refer to you guys in real life as “my friend from england/australia/california/new york” and it makes people think I’m very well traveled when really I’ve just spent a lot of time on the Internet.
You clung to consciousness, desperately. You needed to see what came next. Their words dragged your mind round in circles, as their touches left you breathy, panting. Each moment that urge to drop away into trance became stronger. You were struggling.
“That’s it, toy, so eager, so very hungry for more of my pretty words, spinning and spiralling in your mind.” Your hypnotist’s tone was playful. They knew you didn’t have much left in you. “But I think we both know that you’ll need to drop sooner or later, won’t you, sweetie?”
Your head nodded pulled by the strands of their control. They smiled, reaching one finger towards your forehead. “In fact, I think you’re going to drop much sooner-” Their finger made contact, and your eyes rolled back, before you slumped into them. “Than later.”
Yuji Moriguchi