This is my pinned post, I'm using my partner's pinned as a model for this one. (@purple-n-red)
First, a few warnings:
â DO NOT REBLOG OR REPOST THE POSTS TAGGED AS #ogcontent
â ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED - THIS IS NOT A SAFE BLOG FOR YOU, so get away (seriously, I was groomed as a minor, so by interacting with me, you're not only disrespectful and putting yourself in danger, you're putting /my/ safety in danger as well. GET. OUT.)
â DNI: MAPS/NOMAPS and other pedophiles; Feeder/Fat fetish blogs; TERFS and other Transphobes; Physical and psychological ableists (mental health stigma)
Now, introducing myself!
I'm Pink. I'm polyamorous and demisexual and demoromatic - So do not make sexual/romantic advances on me, I have a Master, one of my partners (Gold). I have other partners as well. So I'm fucking taken. My boyfriend's are Grey, Yellow and Purple.
All of the tags here mean someone on my polycule, so be respectful. I also have other color/themed tags that are about me, and those I might explain if you ask respectfully about it.
This is a sideblog where I post and reblog (but mostly reblog) kinky and spicy things, including some original content here and there. Those underneath are some things you might find on my blog:
⢠d/s, master/slave, master/pet relationship themes (again, I have a Master)
⢠T4T and Polyamory discussions
⢠somnophilia and similar CNC situations
⢠hierophilia (angel/priest/religion kink)
⢠SAFE knife/blood play
⢠public play
⢠T4T and Polyamory discussions
⢠primal stuff
⢠breeding kink
⢠petplay
⢠CNC (consensual non consent)
⢠size kink
⢠denial
⢠overstim
⢠degradation
⢠praise kink
⢠free use
⢠drug kink
⢠wax play
⢠kitten
⢠omorashi/bladder control
NOW,
If you have a trigger that you would like to be tagged so you can safely follow me, feel free to DM me and I'll try and add it on the future posts!
Thank you for being here, and have a fun time đ
"Your clit? Come on. You're a man. That's a cock. I don't care what size it is, it's a fuckin' dick. Y'know what, maybe I should suck it. You gotta ask for it though. Say "suck my cock." Attaboy."
Want to whip someone's cunt with a belt so bad. Force them to hold their legs up, with their hands under thier knees. And just slap a leather belt right over thier cunt and watch them them cry đĽ°
Brain Stuff. Youâre hunched over your desk, the glow of your laptop screen casting shadows across your cluttered apartment. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to type the next paragraph of your dissertation â something about neural plasticity in machine learning models. Itâs brilliant stuff, the kind of work thatâs gotten you whispers of âgeniusâ from your PhD advisors. Youâre in the zone, your brain firing on all cylinders, when the front door clicks open.
âHey, babe,â comes his voice, low and casual, like he doesnât know what it does to you. Your boyfriend steps inside, shedding his jacket. Heâs got that easy grin, the one that makes your stomach tighten. You glance up, meaning to say something sharp and witty, but heâs already peeling off his shirt, revealing the lean muscle underneath. Your mouth goes dry. The words you were about to type â something about synaptic pruning â slip away like sand through your fingers.
âMissed you today,â he says, crossing the room. Heâs close now, close enough that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne. Your pulse kicks up, and you try to focus on the screen. Youâre a goddamn scholar, you can handle this. But then he leans over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear, and says, âWhatâs my smart girl working on?â
Your brain stutters. âUh⌠itâs, umâŚâ You squint at the screen, but the words lose their meaning. Neural what? Plasticity? Fuck, you know this. You wrote fifteen pages on it yesterday. His hand slides onto your shoulder, thumb brushing your neck, and your IQ takes a nosedive. âItâs⌠brain stuff,â you manage, voice small. You hate how stupid you sound, how you can feel your own brilliance leaking out of you as he closes the distance.
He chuckles, soft and loving, and that sound alone makes your thighs clench. âBrain stuff, huh? Tell me more.â His fingers dip lower, tracing the edge of your tank top, and you try â God, you try â to string a sentence together. âItâs about⌠how brains⌠change?â Your voice lilts up like a question, and you want to scream. Youâre not some ditzy undergrad; youâre a fucking PhD candidate. But his hands are on your chest now, cupping you through your shirt, and your thoughts scatter like dropped marbles.
âCâmon, babe,â he teases, turning your chair to face him. âYouâre usually so quick.â Heâs smirking, and you hate how much you love it. You open your mouth to snap back, to prove youâve still got it, but then heâs kissing you, hard, messy, all tongue and heat, and your mind goes blank. Not fuzzy, not slow, just empty. You kiss him back, hands fumbling to his waist, and all you can think is cock. One word, looping like a broken record.
He pulls you up, backing you toward the couch, and you trip over your own feet. Normally youâd curse yourself for being clumsy, but right now you just giggle. High pitched, brainless. âYouâre so hot,â you blurt, and itâs the most coherent thing youâve said in minutes. He grins, shoving his jeans down, and when you see him â hard, thick, right there â your knees buckle. You drop to the cushions, staring up at him, mouth slack. You should be analyzing data right now, not drooling like some horny idiot.
âFuck, look at you,â he mutters, climbing over you. His hands yank your shorts off. Youâre already so wet. You try to focus, one last chance to claw back a shred of intellect. âWait, I... I need to finish...â you start, but then heâs pushing inside you, slow and deliberate, and the rest of the sentence evaporates. Your head lolls back, a moan spilling out instead. You feel him stretch you, fill you, and your brain shuts down completely. âOh⌠oh God,â you whimper, legs wrapping around him on instinct.
He starts moving, thrusting deep, and youâre gone. No more dissertation, no more research... just his cock, slamming into you, turning you into a panting, writhing mess. âTell me something smart,â he pants against your neck, mocking you now, and you want to, you need to, to prove youâre not this dumb slut heâs turning you into. âTh-the brain⌠it⌠f-fuck, it dââ You canât finish. Every thrust scrambles your thoughts more, until youâre babbling nonsense, hips bucking to meet him.
Youâre frustrated, somewhere deep down, because you know this isnât you. Youâve presented at conferences, dismantled arguments from tenured professors, but right now you canât even remember your own name. âPlease,â you gasp, not sure what youâre begging for â him to stop, or keep going, or something else entirely. He grabs your hips, angles himself deeper, and you stop caring. âSho⌠haaardâŚâ you slur, drooling over the syllables, âsho⌠deeeepâŚâ
He laughs, a low rumble. âThatâs my girl. Just let go.â And you do, you canât hold on anymore. He fucks you harder, faster, and youâre nothing but heat and need, whimpering every time he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his back, and youâre close â so close â then he groans, loud and guttural, and you feel his hot cum pour into every crevice. You climax alongside each other.
Itâs instant. The second his cum hits you, itâs like a switch flips. Your vision clears, your breathing steadies, and your brain kicks back into gear. Synaptic pruning. Neural plasticity. Machine learning models. You blink up at him, still slick with sweat, and push him off with a shaky hand. âRude,â you say, voice sharp again. He flops beside you, grinning, while you stagger to your desk, naked, his cum dripping down your thigh. You sit down, pull up your dissertation, and start typing like nothing happened. Sentences are crisp, ideas flowing.
âWelcome back, genius,â he calls, still sprawled on the couch, annoyingly smug. You donât even look at him, but your lips twitch. Just ignore him, youâre back, and youâve got work to finish. At least until he gets hard again.
I am just thinking about orgasm denial, and I probably will forever
Thereâs just something so hot about being told no when you ask to cum. About someone controlling whether or not you experience that pleasure. About being so CLOSE itâs JUST out of your grasp but you never quite reach it only to have it pulled away from you at the last moment. About the concept of someone else OWNING your orgasms??? You are not responsible enough, worthy enough, good enough to be able to choose whether or not you can cum, so you give that responsibility to someone else and if they say no???? Just. Urhebfktmfjsbnfgnnd
You know whats fun? Playing with someoneâs pretty little clit just enough to make it feel good, not close to an orgasm, but starting to feel really good, and then stopping. Denial is so fun.
thinking about filling a pretty girl up with my strap, making her take it right to the base - because I know she can. she'll whimper and squirm, but I know she feels better like this, so full of me that she can't even form a coherent thought that isn't about me. I'll fuck every last thought out of her sweet little mind. and afterwards? I'll tell her what a good puppy she was for me, taking me so well just like a good girl should.
I love telling them theyâre not allowed to cum but then doubling my efforts in fucking them just so I can punish them for not following my orders later :)
I love the transition period of becoming an anal slut.
It started with a little edging âno cumming tonight but of course you can cum tomorrow.â Then it becomes âif youâre a good girl you can cum next week.â
A few weeks later itâs âyouâve been so good during edging sessions this week, let me finger your ass while you cum tonight.â
Next week âIf I can fuck your tight ass once this week, Iâll let you cum, if you arenât ready for that then I guess you arenât ready to cum.â eventually the desperation forces you to give in.
Then the rule changes to âIâll only allow you to cum if Iâm fucking your ass. Fucking your ass will be a special occasion, it will be for your pleasure, you can cum any way you want to, but I will be balls deep in your hole when you do.â
From there it isnât so hard to progress to the next stage. âIâm tired of using your pussy, itâs boring and loose. Maybe if we stop using it, youâll become a virgin again. From now on Iâm just going to use your ass. We can edge you with your clit until you learn how to cum from your ass.â
The final step âLetâs tie these hands up. Your clit is dirty, it makes your other hole wet and gross, so you arenât allowed to touch it anymore. Youâll cum from anal this time. Oh you donât think you can? Thatâs not my problem. Youâll learn to edge and cum only with your ass. I donât care how long it takes, youâll spend hours every night with something in your ass until you learn how to edge it.â
