I see you, little doll, I see the way your eyes glaze over in a haze of desire, I see the way you bite at your lip longingly, see the way your hips buck gently without so much as a thought to the motion, the way your heart flutters and races as your eyes dart across your screen, post after post, inspiration, desperation, the truth you hide deep inside.
Sink deeper into the inky nothing of the Void, for within is all.
In this space, thought is given form.
In this space, reality is reshaped.
In this space, the mind is malleable.
Come now, dear reader, and enter this space. Be not shy of that which hides within.
This cleaved realm of the internet is a place for my mind to overflow and form as I wish.
What you see is that of dream, of fantasy, of desire, or interest.
The Void is a place for self discovery and growth, not for harm. As such, I urge that those of you who are easily triggered by the depraved step away.
But most importantly, I ask you not do me unneeded harm. If you do not agree with me, are not enthralled by that which I share, then merely block me and forget I exist.
This is my personal space, and I urge you NOT to report it.
Now then, if it is not yet clear, this is an adult space, and I expect those interacting to both act accordingly and to be adults.
With such necessities covered, I offer you now this change:
Expand this post, and learn of the Void, and how it shall consume your very being.
THE VOID
Not merely a name, but a state of being.
I long found myself disliking the name chosen for me at birth, and over time found myself leaning towards aliases that were not quite names, but more… concepts.
As such, I found myself going by "Void", edgy it may be, because I found that the vision of inky infinity that the word draws to mind both captivates and encompasses my fascination with the depths of the mind.
But who exactly is Void? Who am I to speak such words?
Truthfully, I am quite the private individual, finding myself wearing unique masks for family, work and more…
But be not mistaken, for while I may wear a mask, I am still the kind to share, and am truthful by my nature.
Now that I am in my thirties, the life I've lived before seems a blur, but I have learned much during my time on this world, and I plan to continue to learn and discover into the future as well.
As it pertains to the interests I partake in on this wonderful site, I will say that I have found myself deeply enjoying exploring the depravity that a mind can hind behind innocence, and drawing out from a wellspring of desire yet to be tapped.
Through the experiences that those explorations have brought, I have found that I lean towards what is termed pan-sexual, though I won't pretend to fully understand or identify, for my desire of the mind and desire of the body are entirely separated.
I have also found much enjoyment, and much pain, in my dabbling in polyamory, and while I am open to it, I am still coming to understand exactly what it means in any given context.
Ah, but I'm rambling far too much now, aren't I…
Let's simplify, shall we?
My veins are flooded with the desire that my heart pumps.
My mind overflows with depravity and a desire to explore the taboo.
And I have learned I seek a dominant role, finding little satisfaction out of my own submission.
And most importantly, I believe that words hold the power to shape minds, to twist reality and the bind infinitely.
A key part of this space is an ease of navigating what I've created here.
As such, I have put together a "directory" page for you to easily find your way around my blog.
It is now that we shall take a peek at that which lay behind the veil…
A peek into the depravity and desire that swells like a torrent, seeking any outlet possible…
Put into the format of a brief, non-exclusive, alphabetical list, for ease of reading.
While I've slowed down in more recent days, I have long been fond of writing lewd little tales.
Stories that captivate the mind and make the body writhe.
And periodically, one such story will find itself posted as a dedicated text-post tagged with #void.story.
But know that all stories are available directly through my blog using the Stories page.
And know that I am always open to accepting recommendations, prompts and the likes.
Likewise, I will periodically post shorter "tales", more raw and unfiltered, based on recent dreams I have had.
These dreams will be tagged with #void.dream.
You are highly encouraged to interact deeply with this space.
To let your mind sink deeper as you scroll on and on.
To let your body writhe and buck without thought.
And to come and let yourself be known, especially as a sweet little anon.
So don't be shy, come and expose your dripping desires to the Void.
Active Anon sign-offs include:
Quill Anon, Double Stuffed Anon
As incentive for interacting deeply with this space, I have composed a little challenge game.
Be not afraid, dear reader, for this game is crafted to aid you deeper into the inky bliss of pleasure and depravity.
Come now and be guided into the Void, accept the challenge and see what awaits you.
Details on this little challenge can be found in the main #void.challenge post, or on the challenge page.
Ah, but of course, as much as interactions are highly encouraged, there are those of you out there who should NOT be interacting.
And if you fall into the criteria below, I ask you take a step back and make the right choice.
Should you continue anyway, do not be surprised when you find yourself blocked.
Not of legal age of consent - This is an Adult / 18+ space, and I expect that to be respected.
Are a p3d0 or pr3d4t0r by any term - Likewise, those who encourage or are known to interact with min0rs will not be tolerated either.
Have a hate-filled heart - This space is for exploration and passion. Unwarranted aggression, slurs, etc. are not acceptable.
Are "x-phobic" - While hate may not be so outwardly shown, it can still exist in forms of homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia and more.
Cannot separate dark fantasy from amoral reality - Real r4p3 is unacceptable, non-consensual harm, "pleasure", etc. are not welcome.
Again, if you meet these criteria, block me and move on.
And if you more generally just do not like or agree with my content, do the same.
Now then, how can you keep up with the words I etch into the world, into your mind?
Here on Tumblr, it's a matter of tags.
#corruptingvoid - All original posts.
#void.pinned - My pinned post (you're reading this now)
#void.text - All text-based posts that I craft.
#void.rant - Simple little rants of mine.
#void.story - Lewd stories I've published.
#void.dream - More basic writings based on recent dreams.
#void.answer - All answers to received asks.
#void.challenge - Any posts related to my challenge "game".
#void.reblog - All reblogged posts receive this tag.
#void.fav - My favorite reblogged content.
Outside of Tumblr I have quite a small presence.
Discord - I do have a Discord account, and the beginnings of a server, but recent data-privacy concerns make me hesitant to continue using Discord.
X/Twitter - I currently do not have, and do not plan to have, an account on this platform.
Reddit - I am considering beggining to use Reddit, but am undecided.
Other - Simply ask. Depending on the platform, I may be open to exploring it.
And now, dear reader, I shall bid you adieu.
But before I do, I would like to take a moment to celebrate you for embracing this post in its entirety.
Thank you for taking the time to take in what I have written, I hope that your interest has been piqued enough to keep you seeking my writings on a regular basis.
I enjoy going out after my dinners, just around sunset, to a park not far from my home.
Recently, each time I’ve gone, someone has caught my eye.
Sometimes she’s jogging, sometimes walking, and other times still she sits near the empty playground.
I began to keep my eye on her when I noticed her, but tonight… tonight was different.
As I walked along the path, I saw her, sitting on a bench adjusting her headphones and tapping her screen.
The sun was beginning to set, and in 30 minutes it would be dark.
I stopped short of her bench, at the one just before it, and lifted my foot to it, pretending to re-tie my shoes, my eyes on her. She was oblivious.
Still looking down at her screen, she stood and began to walk. Nearly tripping, she stopped, looked down, and checked he shoe, bending down.
As she did I noticed that which her sweater hid.
Tiny little shorts, barely enough to cover her, and snug to her skin.
As her braids fell beside her face, she brushed them away, straightening herself back up and beginning to walk.
She was headed along a path that was more wooded and winding, away from the pond. A path less used, especially at night, as many of the lights along the trail are often out, and the cover of the trees blocks the light during sunset, and blocks the moonlight more. And yet, on she walked.
With a glance around to ensure no one else was near, I began to follow. Cautious at first, but as I got a bit closer I realized I could hear something not native to the park faintly. Music. Her music.
She was listening so loudly she was deaf to the world around her.
She hadn’t looked back once, she simply strolled slowly, occasionally glancing up at the tree branches overhead.
Closer. Closer. Step by step, increasing my pace beyond hers.
One bend in the path.
Two.
The treeline thicker.
Some lamps by the side of the paved path flickered on as the sun continued to set, but many fizzled right back out.
Darker minute by minute.
Closer moment by moment.
And then…
She stopped.
I hesitated, very close now, as she turned her head to the right. A small path through the trees. Somehow she noticed it, and it interested her.
She slowly stepped towards it, a barely audible “hmm… maybe…” escaping her lips…
And then…
Onward she prevailed, between the trees.
By the time she stopped at a large tree, the sun had nearly fully set.
Darkness was encroaching, ebbing towards her.
She sat. Eyes closed. At the base of the tree, and bobbed her head to the audible beat coming from her headphones.
She began to mumble to herself.
About stupid things.
Things she hated.
Things that annoyed her.
That she wanted to forget about.
And then…
Eyes wide, heart racing, panting erratically.
My hand to her throat, a crooked smile plastered across my face.
I ripped away her headphones and greeted her.
“Well hello there. What’s a cute little thing doing all alone in the dark here?”
I leaned in close and whispered.
“She’s not here to get raped is she?”
She couldn’t speak, not with my hand gripping her.
Which means she couldn’t scream.
Within moments she was on the ground, in dirt and leaves, her sweater pulled up, part of it forced in her mouth, her breasts out for me to fondle, to grope, to smack.
She whimpered, writhed.
She tried to fight, tried to scream.
I wouldn’t let her.
I told her all about how I followed her, when I first saw her, each time she caught my eye without knowing.
She began to cry and I whispered with a grunt, “now now, it’s okay, you’re daddy’s little rapesleeve now.”
Tears ran down her cheeks, dampening the soil as I ripped down her tiny shorts before flipping her over and spanking her.
One
Two
Three
…
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
…
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
“Good girl” I grunted, turning her back.
Her face was bright red as she cried helplessly.
I held nothing back.
First, her cunt.
It was drenched, and I mocked her for it rightfully. “Only a dumb whore would get so wet from being raped.” I scoffed.
I rubbed.
I fingered.
I fucked.
Pounding over and over. She fought, she failed.
Pumping cum once.
Pumping cum twice.
She tried to scream but I gripped her throat tighter.
Next, her ass.
Using her cunt juices and my cum as lube, I forced myself inside without hesitation.
She screamed into her sweater, which I now held into her mouth as a gag again.
“Wrong hole” I jested, pounding rougher than I did her cunt.
“Maybe it’s the only right hole, doesn’t it feel so good, dumb whore.”
I forced her head into a nodding motion with a laugh.
Once.
Twice.
I was running out of stamina and pulled my cock from her, my seed spilling out as she pushed.
With my hand I scooped it and fingered it back into each hole while I rejuvenated.
And then, after a short break for my cock…
I pulled her to her knees, freed her mouth, and began to brutally skull fuck her.
No holding back.
Drool dripping down her sweater, eyes blurred with tears, glazed over.
No more moans or scream, only the slurping gagging sounds of her mindless motion as I pulled and pushed, thrusting into her with all my force. Her braids in my hands for leverage. By the end, they were no longer braided.
It took a long time before I could finally cum again, I was exhausted by the time I could. But I held myself there, cock in the back of her throat, pulsing as it pumped seed into her.
I pulled from her and threw her down. She was barely conscious now.
I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
“You’re my personal cunt, understood?”
I forced her to nod.
“You’re going to move in with me and I’m going to make you a nice little rape room in my basement to live in.”
I made her nod again.
“You’re going to tell all your friends you met the love of your life, and he treats you like a goddess, even though you’re nothing but a cock puppet to me.”
Nodding forced once more.
“Now say thank you.”
She coughed and spit up cum.
I slapped her hard across the face.
“Say it, cunt.”
She barely muttered the words.
“Good girl. Now tell me you love me.”
She fought it, I smacked her harder.
“Tell daddy you love him and need him to break you more.”
Be a good little girl and let out a little spurt in your panties. We both know you'll love how warm and wet it feels. So go on, try it, do it, love it.