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When was the last time you got facefucked? Would you ever do group sex?
I'm not really into the whole group sex thing
Do you like being a trophy fucktoy?
It's my goal yeah
My Dream Wedding
Someone messaged me about weddings. He asked me how I think of my wedding going.
Like most girls I’ve given way too much thought to my wedding. I’ve obsessed a bit about it. The thing is, at heart, I’m pretty traditional. I get the appeal of a wedding where I’m naked or collared or sucking my husband at the altar. But it isn’t really how I feel.
My dream wedding is pretty standard.
Friends and family crowding the room. Me looking perfect and immaculate, him looking rakishly handsome. Yes, in the pervy part of my brain everything is sexy. Yes, everything is glammy and fake. My lashes, my nails, my lips, my tan, my hair lol... Yes in my pervy brain I’m wearing 6″ heels and my fake boobs are pushed up and out on display. Yes, in my pervy brain guys are hard watching me at the altar, they’re jealous of him. They want to be him because that means they get to be with me at the end of the wedding.
The symbolism isn’t wasted on me. As this person pointed out, at a western style wedding a girl gets walked down the isle by her father, and handed off to her new husband. This is totally and obviously a transfer of ownership.
I’m alright with that though. It was that way forever and it worked. I never said I want to be an independent woman....
Bimbo fetish and me
So someone asked me if I want to be dumber. I know this is a big part of the “bimbo” thing for a lot of peeps. Like if there was a pill I could take and it made me dumb would I take it?
No. I wouldn’t. The thing is, you might want me to, and thats ok. It doesn’t mean I dont want to talk to you. Some things are incompatible, that isn’t one of them, because that pill isnt real.
If I was dumb I wouldnt appreciate this fetish or fantasy.
BUT...
I do like the idea of everyone THINKING I’m the sterotypical airhead blonde. It’s humiliating in a way I kinda like, objectifying etc. Part of my larger fantasy involves my husband having strict control over what I learn, hear, see etc. Putting parental locks on the computers, phone, tv... Keeping me from learning current events, news, anything intellectual, so in time I’m less informed and come off as clueless. When all I can learn about is fashion, cooking, sex, it would be hard for anyone to talk to me and think “Wow, shes much smarter than I expected”. They’ll just think, yeah, seems about right. And it makes it harder and harder to escape that role, get away from those expectations. And I love that.
Its been a while
Okay, I feel the need to come back here to say a few things. First off, an apology, I feel I haven’t been completely honest with all of you, I write a bit better than a lot of my previous posts *when I feel like it*
Okay, I know I’ve been sort of missing on here for a while. Sorry. Other stuff got in the way. I was still chatting here and there with people. Some of those chats and a few interactions beyond chat made me feel almost compelled to say a few things. I don’t know how long this will be, I’m winging it.
I want to start off by just saying a few things about the fetish that most of us share, the bimbo stuff. I am super glad I discovered it, it’s made me look at myself and analyze what I want and why. I found out things about myself, and other people, that’s all been great. BUT for as awesome as bimbos and everything bimbo-ey is, there’s a problem with this fetish, and I can’t fix it. The bimbo fetish is sort of like sexuality. It isn’t clearly defined. There are certain things MANY of the people into this see in similar fashion, but there are also people with this fetish with directly opposite views. There may be a perfect fit for you out there, someone with the exact same desires and ideals as you, but more likely you wont find them. I’ve learned over time to be less rigid with some of my wants/desires related to this scene. I’m less a stickler for most of the actual details and more into the driving force, the impulse, the meaning of the actions. Some things I don’t budge on, we all need to learn to bend a little to each other’s desires if we can.
YES, I am real, yes I am really looking. No I haven’t definitely found the perfect mate yet. How come? Well, most of the time things go sour for the same few reasons, and most are based on trust.
These aren’t in any purposeful order... And also, even if for whatever reason I’m not right for you or you me, there’s no reason we can’t be friends and chat about things. Who knows right?
1- A lot of the guys I talk to start off telling me what I want to hear. The things they know or think I like that they also dig. Eventually the other shoe drops, and they reveal the big non-negotiable kink that they didn’t want to scare me with at first. Sometimes this kink is a problem, sometimes it isn’t, it’s always a problem that you were trying to manipulate me into being okay with something you didn’t share until you felt maybe I was emotionally invested enough that I would give in and say okay, you can tattoo fucktoy on my forehead (a real example, not the worst/craziest). Just tell me upfront. Either I’ll be cool with it or I wont. If I mostly like you then you can still have a kinky internet friend to chat with.
2- You come at me like this is something for real, that I need to prove to you I really want, and then you reveal that you’re not actually ready to do yet. You’re in school, or married, or have a crappy job whatever. Don’t start off putting all the pressure on me to assure you that I’m not wasting your time by not being who I say or really into this, when you know you’re not ready. Be honest, tell me. I’ll still chat with you. I like every single chat about this stuff at least to a point.
3- Don’t assume because you’re into something I need to be also. I get so many messages from people I’ve never talked to that start with “Hi fucking slut” “Whats up stupid bimbo” “ Hey whore” I’m not a punching bag to take out all your misogynistic issues on. I’m a person, treat me like one until you know I’m okay with anything else.
4- Crazy pressure. Some guys go from Hi, to call me in like 2 messages. Why wont you call? Fucking fake! Meet me at this restaurant tonight. You didn’t show! Flake! Guys, chill the fuck out. If a girl you talk to is real, and really interested in you, then things will progress when they should. Which, by the way, is when SHE’S comfortable with it. In this dynamic we are giving up varying degrees, but often lots, of power and control. It makes us really vulnerable, and super cautious. Most guys don’t seem to understand this, probably because you haven’t been guarding against victim-hood since puberty. We are always (consciously and subconsciously) trying to get a read on you when we chat. There’s the obvious compatibility issue, but there’s also, in the back of our minds, this attempt to figure out if you’re a good guy or not. Sometimes it’s not about the kinky talk, it’s the way you talk in general. There are all sorts of little things we pick up on. We don’t always get it right though, and that can be scary as fuck. Men are often more of the predator we’re often the prey. Give us room, and time. No amount of pressure will make a fake person or someone just looking for fantasy chat meet with you, and too much pressure will turn off real girls nearly 100% of the time.
5- You need to understand that sometimes some fantasies we have are only meant to be fantasy. This doesn’t mean everything is just fantasy, but just because we tell you a fantasy we have doesn’t give you the green light to just do it. Chances are if I meet you out for dinner I wont do my first date fantasy with you. Why? I’m not retarded. It’s super dangerous and stupid to really do the first time I meet you. I think it’s super hot, but theres a lot of trust involved.
There is probably more I’m not thinking of right now, but that covers a lot. This isn’t a one size fits all fetish. It’s not like most fetishes. If two people have a foot fetish at least they know they both like feet. Two people into this might not agree on anything they like. So don’t assume things. Get to know each other. Have fun. You might figure out something new, I know I have.
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Ok so I got a couple questions from ppl and I wanted to take a few minutes and explain some things.
Yes I want kids someday. I think Ill be a awesome mum. Its what girls are for. Like literaly its what we exist for. I dont no if guys totaly get this. But like ok you want to go out and be successful and be like a great business man or police man or dr lawyer what ever... How many girls do you no that started off wanting stuff like that? How many of those girls quit all that and became mothers? LIke for girls society says you have to go be as successful as a man but then hormones kick in you get baby fever and you want to quit all that and raise kids. But lots of girls feel bad about this because they are told they have to be just as good as the men at being a lawyer or accountant or what ever. The thing is we will never be as good as men at those things. Maybe like 1 out of 1000000 girls will be but most of us cant be. BUT we can be mothers. So like deep down most girls even ones that dont admit it most of us really really really want to be a mum.
Yes I really do think the way I say I do about gender rolls. I dont think Im worthless or that girls are worthless. Im not real religious so this isnt a chirstian thing for me. Its just about what is natural. This will piss some ppl off I no. But I think its true. Like men are built to go out and do things like build stuff and control things run companys all that. Girls are not built to do that. Men are way more stronger. Ya theres some butch girls that are strong but there never as strong as guys. Thats why sports are girls sports and guys sports. Girls are not as smart as guys are on average and we dont think the same way guys are do. Girls are more emotional and nurturing and guys are more like thinkers and good at hard stuff. Guys are like scientists and architects all that stuff. Guys are really good at like math and science and like putting things together. I no not all guys are but they can be. When guys try to do that stuff they do it real good. Girls are mostly good at like supporting a man. Thats why girls make really good nurses not drs and good secretarys not bosses. Thats why we are cheerleaders not quarter backs.
Also I hate when ppl act like men objectify us. I have news for you we objectify ourselves for men! I dont know about you but a man didnt hold me down and do my makeup today. I did that myself and guess what? I DID IT FOR MEN! Thats right I want men to look at me and notice me! I WANT the attention. Men arent doing anything wrong when they catcall and stare at us! We objectify ourself and then get mad at men for falling for it! So stupid. And also notice that most guys dont go through all the beauty routines and pain we do to look good for us? Ever wonder why? Because they dont have to! The reason we objectify ourselves is because at least a little bit we no that WE ARE OBJECTS! Ya thats right the whole reason we go through all that stuff the makeup and hair the heels and skirts the crazy diets and workouts is because we no deep down that guys want the prettiest girl. The best guys want the best status symbols to show off and make other guys jealous because thats how guys work. They want to show all the other guys how successful they are. So girls its time to stop complaining about the game we are all playing. Nobody is making you do all this. Your doing it because you no its what you are. Its just that society tells you to feel bad and that you should want more than that. You ever notice how girls want to no how tall a guy is and what kinda car he drives what he does? Guys never ask what a girls grades were in school or how smart she is. They care first about how we look. Because thats whats important. Its like hard wired into them. Guys want a girl that will make cute kids. They dont care if we are smart for a girl because most girls are just not as smart as guys any way. How tall a girl is could matter to some guys definitely how skinny or heavy you are. Pretty is most important though. Girls want security guys want a trophy. The same pride a guy feels when he has that crazy hot girl all dolled up hanging off his arm is what we feel when we can say my husband the dr. It means I was hot enough to land a successful man.
And as far as wanting more. No I dont want more than to be a house wife and mother. LIke ya I want to be like THE PERFECT wife. LIke a stepford trophy wife! :) Totally serious BTW. Yes I cook yes I clean yes I can do it in heels looking flawless.
Ok so this pic doesnt have anything to do with what Im writing but I wanted to post a pic anyways.
So this is like a fantasy I have about like what part of my day will be like when I finally get my Mrs degree :) and settle down with my Mr Right!
So like if you dont already no this about me I am a big believer that girl have different jobs then men do. I dont mean like were you work but I have opinions on that to (girls shouldnt be all about a career we should be all about getting married and settling down and being a house wife and a mom). But like its a mans job to be the provider and the protector and the leader and make the big decisions all that stuff. Its the girls job to look perfect all the time take care of the home cook clean all that and make your man happy and raise your family.
That doesnt mean Im like a prude and some girl that doesnt want to be sexy lol. So I have lots of fantasys about all sorts of stuff. Some are simple some arent. Some are big totally thought out like things I want to happen some are just like things I see like how I want my life to be. Some of these things are specific but its just because thats how I thought about it. If my future husband wants some of these things to be different they will be because its important that Im what he wants.
So I imagine like getting up before you. Like way before you. Every day. You are still asleep and I get up to get myself ready so when you wake up I look perfect for you. Its important to me that you always see me looking my best. So I get up like 2 hours before you and start getting ready.
Right now it doesnt take me 2 hours to get ready but I dont go all out like I will when Im married. So I get up and go to my little getting ready area you set up for me. It’s my closet and vanity all that and its tucked away so I can get dolled up and not wake you up.
You made my vanity area special for me. Its not a table like normal vanitys though. Its a shelf and a mirror on the wall. All my beauty stuff is there my makeup and hair stuff. But the mirror I have to use to get ready is up high on the wall. You did this on purpose. I’m only 5′3″ but the mirror is over my head. I have to were my tallest heels to see myself in it. So I have to stand in my heels getting ready. My hair is long on its own but you like me having extensions in it so its super full. It takes a long time to make it look how you want, like Im ready to do a photoshoot. You like me always having glammy makeup like girls in magazines do and with my nails its hard to get the false eyelashes on but all this is why I get up so early. It has to look perfect for you.
Getting dressed in the morning is always sexy lingerie. I change out of the lingerie you have me sleep in and put something new on. Super sexy lingerie isnt really meant for sleeping in its not alway super comfy but you dont pick it out based on how comfy I am. When Im dressed and all dolled up looking like Im posing for playboy I go make your coffee and breakfast.
I wake you up with breakfast ready for you every day even though most days you want to fuck or at least get a blowjob first thing in the morning. It turns you on to no I spent the last 2 hours in killer heels suffering a little just to be pretty for you. Some days you eat and get ready to go to work only to have me blow you before you leave. Sometimes you like cumming on my face just before you go because you no that means I have to go spend another couple hours redoing my makeup.
Its something I have to do because even tho your gone you can just pull out your phone and check the cameras in the house and see if I look perfect or not. Its a rule. I check my hair and makeup a couple of times every hour even if Im home alone. Sometimes you want me to put on a sexy maid outfit when I clean the house while your at work. I never no if your watching me on the camera or not so I have to always act like Im putting on a show for you.
Anyway thats just a little bit of what I think my future will be like :)
This pic has NOTHING to do with what Im writing lol.Its just how I look. Someone might repost this and Im thinking they should no what I look like!
So I wrote this out already and accidently deleted it and it didnt save when I tryd to copy paste it :/
So this is like my first date fantasy.
This is sorta specific but sorta not. Im not saying little details have to be this way its just how I thought about it you no?
Also this is fantasy. Just because Im saying this doesnt mean Im going to do this with you.
OK.
So we finally are gonna have are first date. You tell me to be at a specific salon at 3PM and ask for Kelsey. You say I should were casual clothes that I dont care about like if the got runed.
I show up and Kelsey says you already talked to her she nos what to do I just need to relax. She goes to work and dolls me up how you told her to.
A few hours later after doing my hair and nails and makeup shes done. My normally dark blonde/light brunette usually straight hair is now my normal hair color to platinum blonde ombre. Very different looking from how it was. Its slightly curled with big bouncy curls and super full from hair extensions she put in. My nails are much longer now with square tip acrylics with pink to baby blue ombre colour. My makeup is very glam. Dark eyes super glossy pink lips and really long fake lashes.
Kelsey gives me a package and tells me to go in the back and open it. I do and theres a not on top. It says how you wanted to make sure that I look hot but also that when I go back to work ppl notice how different I look. You want everyone to no that I went on a date, that your taking me off the market, The note tells me to change into whats in the box and put what Im wereing in the box.
Inside theres a little black dress, a bra, thong, heels, and a small clutch. I undress carefull not to mess my hair or makeup.
I put the undies on first, then the bra. It takes a few trys to get it to clasp with my nails. I can tell there gonna be a pain in the butt. The bra is a push up bra. I put i Like a serious push up bra. I have as much cleavage as I can have in this bra. I step into the dress and its definitly a LBD. As in its black and OMG its little. Like cleavage on display and not that far past my ass. I cant zip it up so I dont even try. The heels are high. Like super high. I put them on but cant do the little buckels on the straps because my nails. My feet are small anyways but when I look at them now there seriously tiny looking. After just a couple seconds I can tell these heels are going to hurt like hell later. I ask Kelsey for help and she zips me up and buckels my heels. She says to get use to it because those sorts of things Ill never be good at again with fake nails. Kelsey takes the clutch and puts makeup in it that she used on me. The clutch is to small tho to put all the stuff from my purse in it so I were my purse and hold the clutch. Kelsey tells me to put the clothes I wore into the box and shell hold it for me and that your outside waiting for me.
I walk outside. Im pretty good in heels I were them lots but these shoes are way higher than most ppl were and the heels are super thin. There crazy sexy but I have to concentrate hard on walking. I feel like if I even stepped on a pebble I could fall.
Your eyes light up when you see me. I have butterflys in my stomach, Im hoping I look good enough to you. Its cold outside. Not like winter but like a cool spring day. I wish I kept my hoodie because you didnt put a coat in the box and this dress is doing almost nothing to keep me warm. I feel very vulnerable. We hug and say hi and you are staring at me with a big smile. Normally a guy would say you look really nice Sara but you say wow Sara your ass looks amazing in that dress. It takes me a little by suprise. But I still like it.
You ask me why Im wereing my purse and I say I couldnt fit everything in the clutch. You tell me to give both to you. I do and you start going through my purse. You pull my wallet out and take my ID and put it in your pocket, drop everything else in your trunk and walk back over and open my door. I have NO idea whats going on but I get in.
We drive to a really nice restraunt and you valet park your car. You get out and open my door for me, help me out. You open the door to the restraunt for me, and when we are seated you pull out my chair. Your being like the perfect gentleman but then every so often you make a comment thats so not gentlemanly like how sexy I look, how my ass looks, stuff like that.
The menu doesnt have any prices on it. I ask how is someone supposed to no what things cost if theres no price? And you explain that your menu has prices, because your a man. I order a yummy looking pasta dish and water. You order a steak and a greens salad with no dressing and drinks for us. You say Sara in the future remember I will order for you doll. Ill let it slide this time. Im like what do you mean youll let it slide but you just ignore my question and ask me something else. We talk and get to no each other.
The food comes and rite away you take the pasta I ordered and send it back, you put the salad in front of me and say the lady will just have this. You ordered me wine also. Im pissed because Im hungry and that looked good. Your just like Sara no girl of mine is getting fat. Enjoy your salad.
Im like WTF? but you just switch topics again rite away like it never even happened.
The bill comes, I say lets split it, and you smile and your like Sara, dont be silly, you cant afford this, even if you could how would you pay? and I remember you took my purse...
Even though Im thinking this isnt going all that great I get up to go to the ladies. Guys dont get this but as a girl when your all dolled up to the nines your way MORE self consious then if your just like in a hoodie and yoga pants. Its like you look nice but your always thinking do I still look as good as when I just finished getting ready and was like you look good Sara! So its like always on your mind. How do I look rite now... So I go primp my hair and fix my lips.
We go outside and wait for your car. Its cold. Im freezing. RIte then I am sooo glad you didnt let me eat what I wanted. If I ate that I would have a food baby bump because this dress is so tight. I can see all the couples on dates staring at me. The guys checking me out, then looking at you and being super jealous and there dates just totally hating me.
Again I feel super vulnerable. LIke Im on display. Your loving it though. Girls on dates are smiling at you because they want to show there boyfriends that the guy whos got me wants them. Im just a status symbol for you at that moment. When I relize this I get butterflys in my stomach again. You open my door and we head off to a club.
I figure out why you put my ID in your pocket when you show the door man but that doesnt explain why YOU have it not me. We go inside and youopen up a tab.
We dance for a while your hand exploring my body but mostly just resting on my ass keeping me close to you.
Eventually your all Sara I have a tab open, go get us another round, and you slap me on my ass sending me off to do what you tell me.
After a while Im like I wish I still had my flip flops because my heels are killing me. These arent shoes someone designed for dancing. Sexy af but not real practical. I complain that my feet hurt and say why dont we sit down. You tell me that your tired of dancing and walk over to are booth. You sit but tell me to dance FOR you. I say no my feet hurt and you just shut me down. Your like Doll I dont care if your feet hurt. Your gonna dance for me. Then we will leave and go back to my place. Then you are going to suck my dick and if your a good girl Im going to fuck you. But get used to your feet hurting because even when your naked later the heels stay on.
IM like wait what? Uh no. Even if I did want to sleep with you its not happeneing tonight. And you laugh and are like babe, if you want to leave theres the door. I dont no how you think your getting home though. Tell you what if you leave, Ill be sure to drop your purse in the nearest trash for you. But if you stay, you better be a good girl and do what I say or Im going to spank you until you cry later. Now be a doll and go fix yourself up. I want you to look perfect from now on. This doesnt work for me you look like you have been out all night. Im going to drink this drink then leave with or without you.
And you slap my ass again and without even waiting for me to say anything you just turn away from me.
I cant believe you would talk to me like that. I no that I dont have any money on me so I cant get a cab. I cant walk all the way to brooklyn in heels even a stripper thinks are to high. Even if I could its way to cold for me to just be in this dress. I dont have my phone so Im not calling a friend to help me and who the fuck remembers any ones number but there own? EVEN if I did get home I cant get in to my building or my apt because my keys are in your trunk with everything else. I also no that Im super turned on. Like Im wet. Like rite now Im thinking your the man thats finally being how men should be. Your telling me not asking me. Ya your giving me a choice. Your letting me no what YOU want and letting me choose it. I could leave and ya it would be hard. I wont die. It would be embarsing. Id have to go to the police and have them drive me to a friends. Your not taking me by force. Your showing me my options
This is whats going through my mind as Im in front of the mirror in the ladies at the club, fixing my lips and making myself perfect for you as fast as I can so you dont leave without me.
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This is what a anti feminist looks like. Yup. People ask me why I don't support feminism. Because it's stupid that's why. Seriously. Girls bitching about how they want to be equal to men. Ok first of all if you have to tell everyone your as good as a man and equal to him clearly your not. I don't think we are like worthless or like less important than men. Just we are way to difrent to try to be equal to men. Look at like every country in history. Men were in charge. Men made all the buildings. Men wrote most the books. Men made the art. Men do the science and maths. Men did all that stuff. What did girls do? We raised the kids cooked dinner and cleaned the house. Oh ya and we tried to do it all looking pretty. That's not equal doll. Sorry to rune it for you. We aren't supposed to be equal. I don't want to have to try to like compete with men for stuff. Like in sports girls play against girls. So why should I be expected to go work in a mans world and try to be as good as him at like business or what ever? Ya some girls can do it. Like the most smartest girls. Most of them want to be men i think. You lose something when you try so hard to beat men at there game. People always ask if I'm gonna go back to school and get my GED and go to college. Why would I? Last time I checked you don't need a degree to be a housewife. It's what we are supposed to do. Anything else is just lying about your nature. Feminism has done wayyyy more bad for girls than good. It's stupid and I hate it.
So ok this is because I watched Jurrasic World. I got in a couple arguments about this. I think they use real dinosaurs in the new movie. NOT the old ones just the new one. In Jurrasic Park u can tell there fake. So in the new one I think they use trained dinosaurs like from a park or a zoo. Before u say I'm stupid (look at the pic, I look smart right?!) and that u can't train a dinosaur remember I grew up in Australia. We have crocodiles there. I've even seen crocs that r trained so a person can put his head in its mouth and it doesn't bite. Everyone keeps saying its computer animation but don't u think we would be able to tell if it was?
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