im tits and im a little bit stupid. nonbinary, asexual, aromantic. they/them unless otherwise discussed. but yes i have tits and a cunt and enjoy that fact
throwing out a pinned post that will probably be updated to be nicer later
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text only blog, likes public
often high when im here
low energy but usually down for a chat;
not always here, not always “in the mood”. if i don’t respond it’s probably because I don’t have the energy, but i try to be up front bout it
i enjoy more than anything non-sexual kink, where it is more about the dynamic between the people than actual sexual activities
please don’t assume all of what is posted/liked is something i actually want to do. it’s better to ask than to have to go through the awkward “um, i’m not actually into that, sorry” conversation
i am a person and i expect respect unless i specifically say i dont want it
dick pics are welcome but i don’t care about them unless i ask for them so do so at your own emotional risk
if you accept these conditions and are interested in what i post and what i enjoy, click here !! ❤️
Touching yourself all alone? How about some company? Would you mind if I take a seat right there, on your exasperated, cute little face so I can watch you play with yourself?
I was sucking my boyfriend’s dick on my knees and I got to a point where I felt like I was going to gag so I did my little tap tap thing on his hip and tried to pull away. Instead, with a voice full of pity he asked, “awwh, are you gonna choke?” before yanking a fist full of my hair towards him and fucking my throat for a good 30 more seconds.
i DO indeed want to hear about you jerking off to me and all the perverted stuff you thought of you must inform me about it expeditiously. how is it fair that you get to jerk off to me and i don’t get to jerk off to hearing about it 😒
im setting your bedtime to 3am little girl. No you cant go to sleep any earlier. Weak and brain foggy with dark bags under your eyes is such a cute look for you. So keep scrolling and touching until its time to sleep.
Rotation. The blunt comes back to you. You take a long, slow drag, holding the smoke deep in your lungs until your head feels light and floaty. The edges of the room are getting soft, the low rumble of men’s laughter blending into the music. You pass it on, your fingers clumsy, your whole body humming with a pleasant buzz.
You just want more.
The next time the blunt comes around, the man next to you holds it just out of your reach. He’s got a lazy smirk on his face.
"You want another hit?" he asks, his voice a low drawl.
You nod, your eyes fixed on the thin trail of smoke curling towards the ceiling. You can almost taste it.
"Gotta earn it," another one chimes in from across the circle. "Make it worth it for us."
The other guys are in agreement. Your cheeks flush hot, but the craving for another hit tears at your resolve. You need to get higher. You need to chase that feeling until you fade out completely.
"Like what?" you hear yourself ask, your voice sounding small and distant.
"Let’s see your tits," he says, his eyes glinting. "Show off a little."
For a second, you hesitate. Then you look at the blunt, so close. It’s an easy trade. Your hands, feeling like they belong to someone else, move up to the front of your shirt. You cup your breasts. You give them a squeeze. You bounce up and down like a brainless whore. A cheer goes through the room.
He grins and hands you the blunt. You take the deepest drag yet, the smoke searing your throat in the best way. The world tilts, and you melt back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.
The next round, it’s the same game. The blunt is held hostage.
"You can do better," another voice demands. "Get naked, slut!"
The world is syrupy now, your thoughts a slow, happy river. The idea isn’t embarrassing anymore. It’s just part of the game. Part of the price. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, then you move on to your jeans, panties, and bra. Their eyes are all over you, hungry and dark, watching the performance. You’re starting to feel a different kind of high, one that starts between your legs. You get your reward, sucking down the smoke greedily.
You’re so fucking high. Your head is a messy puddle of pleasure and fog. When the blunt is denied again, a genuine whine escapes your lips. You’re desperate.
"You really want it that bad?" the guy next to you asks, a real challenge in his voice this time. "Fine. Get over here and bounce on my cock for it."
The room goes quiet. They’re all watching you, waiting for you to blush and refuse. They think they’ve finally found your limit.
But the thought isn’t even shocking. It’s… right. The idea slides into your hazy mind and fits perfectly.
Without a word, you push yourself off the couch and crawl over to him. You hear the sharp intake of breath from the other guys. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You look up at him, and his smirk is gone, replaced by stunned, raw hunger.
His cock is already thick and hard, springing free from his jeans. You reach out, your hand closing around him, and he groans. You don’t hesitate. You guide yourself down onto his lap, the head of his cock pressing into your pussy.
You start to bounce. Softly at first, then with more purpose, grinding down. It’s so intense. It's so much better when you're high. So much better.
Then, hands are on you. Someone is behind you, his fingers digging into your hips, another guy’s mouth is on your neck, sucking hard. Hands cup your breasts, fingers pulling at your nipples.
You’re pulled off his lap and pushed down onto your hands and knees on the floor. Someone’s tongue invades your mouth while another positions his cock at your entrance.
He shoves inside you without warning. You scream, but it’s a sound of pure pleasure. He fucks you rough, his hips slamming against you. Before you can even catch your breath, another cock thrusts into your waiting mouth. You take it all, gagging as you suck, your eyes rolling back in your head.
The one fucking you from behind slams into you one last time, his hot cum flooding your pussy as he groans your name. He collapses onto your back, spent.
For a moment, there’s a lull. The room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and stale smoke. You’re on all fours, trembling, your mind a blissful, empty void. Then the craving hits again.
You turn your head, your eyes hazy and searching. Another guy is kneeling in front of you, his cock ready in his hand. Your mouth waters.
"Another hit," you beg, the words tumbling out before you can think. "Please… I need another hit."
He understands the new game perfectly. He grabs your hair and guides your mouth onto his cock. You take him in eagerly, sucking down on him like you’re trying to pull smoke from an ember. You suck until he’s groaning, until his hips start to buck, until he’s pushing your head down, fucking your throat. He cums fast, a rush you swallow without thinking.
He pulls out. Another is already there to take his place.
It become a new rotation. They use your mouth, your pussy, your ass. You’re passed between them, a communal toy. And with every new cock, you beg for it.
"One more hit… please," you whine as you’re tossed onto your back, your legs pulled wide open.
A new guy settles between them, his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He slides in and you cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled all over again making you squirm. You wrap your legs around his waist, taking every brutal thrust. Your head lolls to the side, and you see another cock waiting by your mouth. You don’t even need to be told. You open wide and take it, your cheek pressed to the ground, your body being used from both ends.
You take their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, making them groan and shudder. You don’t stop until they’re spent, until they’ve given you everything.
Finally, you’re lying on the floor, a trembling mess. Your body is a beautiful ruin of spit and sweat and their cum. You’re dazed, your muscles aching. But the craving is still there, a low thrum deep inside you.
"One… more… hit…" you whisper up at them, your voice barely there.
They surround you, and you look up at them through barely open eyes, your mouth falling slack in invitation. This is it. The final, perfect drag. One by one, they give you what you’ve been begging for. Hot streams of cum cover your face, your tits, your stomach. It splashes across your cheeks, drips from your chin, paints your body white. You just lie there, taking it all. Drenched and shaking under the weight of their release, you finally feel it. The high you’ve been chasing.
y'know, wanting to be made all pliant and weak and easy kinda proves that you already are, right? normal people don't want to be malleable little sluts — only malleable little sluts want that! people don't want to be brainwashed into dumb little toys — dumb little toys do!
so if you want to be turned all weak and pathetic and dumb, don't worry and give in! you're already halfway there <3
From the day he collars you, he keeps track of every minute that you spend with his cock in your mouth. You aren't aware of this. (You might wonder why it seems as though he literally never takes his watch off, but you don't really question it.) And he loves taking full advantage of the fact that he owns your mouth. He loves fucking your throat. He loves having you worship his dick. He loves ordering you to cockwarm him while he works or games or watches TV. Sometimes you chuckle to yourself that it feels like you're always on your knees. Years pass. One day he unexpectedly throws you a surprise party. You ask him why, and he tells you that you finally passed 525,600 minutes of giving him head, as his slave. You have spent 1 full calendar year of your life sucking his dick.
It’s okay to be mean to girls. They are weak and inferior bitches. They deserve mistreatment and abuse. Slapping a bitch across her stupid woman face is one of the nicest things us men can do for them.
Calling them “mean” names is actually really nice. Like calling her a “stupid bitch” or a “piece of trash”
If we really care about these inferior beings, we will enslave them and keep them in cages. Beatings are how we show care. They need male guidance and support.
