i’m always scrolling horny blogs on my main so now i can share the good content here! likely won’t be a lot of original content around here, just lots of reblogs.
i go by “neo” online. i’m 23 yrs old, bisexual trans man on testosterone and chronically horny.
part of doing this is to build up my confidence around sex, tbh. not a virgin but also not sleeping around as much as i’d like because i’m too weird about it! time to force myself to chill out. for that reason: feel free to send asks/anons but it’s going to take me some courage before any like rp stuff happens lol.
also! i tend to scroll through tags and don’t always remember to check blogs. if i interact with your content and you don’t want a man doing that, feel free to drop me an ask or dm
WHAT I LIKE
this is an ever-changing list. will try to keep it updated but this is not a themed blog by any means.
- bdsm in general
- pain play (limits depend highly on my mood)
- degradation and praise. yes both.
- light cnc, maybe, usually more like free use
- some omo stuff
- monsterfucking (almost any kind, but not when it gets too close to actual real animals. definitely a fan of knots and tentacles!)
- public sex (as a fantasy, too weird ethically to do irl)
- will add more when i think of it lol
STUFF I DO NOT LIKE
- scat/vomit
- detransition kink stuff. into it on rare occasions but generally don’t want to be involved.
KEEP THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG
- underage people. does not need to be said but saying it anyway. ew gross, instant block.
- ageplay.
- raceplay, especially because i’m white. i refuse to engage and should not have a voice in any discourse on the topic.
I want to sit on his lap with his cockhead pressed firmly against my cervix. There's a bullet vibe in his ass, pressed against his prostate, and I want to tell him to sit still while I flick it on and off randomly while I do my work. His cock would throb and twitch inside of me in response to the vibrations, and I would clench around him each time it did. Maybe he would cum, and I would get to feel his warm seed fill me. Even if he did, I wouldn't let him go. I'm not done having my fun yet. I'd make sure he stayed hydrated, and as his bladder filled, he would struggle to keep his hips still, and eventually he wouldn't be able to hold it all in anymore, and I wouldn't be sure whether the warmth I'm feeling in my womb is him cumming for the umpteenth time, or him finally losing control of his bladder. I wouldn't care, as long as he keeps whining so pretty.
Imagine a tboy bottom sub on a fantasy quest with an adventuring party. Along their journey, they are often given magical items to aid in their quest and to thank them for noble deeds. Most items have been pretty normal so far: enchanted weapons, healing potions, warded armor. But the boy does notice that his gifts are… different than the others.
🧝🏽♀️One elvish monarch places crowns and circlets on everyone’s head except his: he gets an ornate collar with matching wrist cuffs instead. They tell him, “There is great honor in serving your kinsfolk. Your submission is a gift to be earned, not taken. These will protect you from those who seek to merely take.” He feels his new accessories charge with magic energy whenever he is fucked while wearing them. The energy from one penetration/sex act allows him to create a temporary forcefield in battle, which he does by clacking his wrist cuffs together high above his head. The forcefield is large enough to protect his entire party. If it’s about to run out of charge in a fight, he’ll try to have a battlefield quickie before the shield collapses. This has led to some unconventional hookups. It also means frantic pre-battle group sex to charge them as much as possible (there is no limit to how much power they can hold, but they do leak energy fairly quickly. It can’t hold a charge for over a week, so the boy needs to plan accordingly. His party takes advantage of this, of course.)
🗡️An orcish noble outfits the party with massive weapons, but gives the boy two petite daggers that flash his mind with the hunger for mortal fluids- blood and cum. The ornate handles are obviously carved like two perfect cocks, with generous flared handguards that are shaped with the suggestion of testicles. The blades magically retract fully into the handles, so that they look like 2 fancy dildos instead of weapons. The orc noble says, “To wield and penetrate with two blades at once is no small feat, brave little one. I believe you are worthy of taking these.” The blades magically sharpen and repair themselves when both handles are double penetrating him to the hilt. If they aren’t frequently sated with blood, he needs to feed them with his cum, otherwise they start to get pushy inside his mind and they’ll get really distracting! He’s also learned that when the daggers are hungry, their aura of blood/lust starts to entrance the people around him… so he often ends up with somebody fucking him with his own daggers anyways if he’s too moody to just do it himself. It helps that the leather straps around the hilts can magically form into a harness of any size, allowing others to wear them both easily.
⛓️ A fae blacksmith knight decorates the crew in armor with motifs of predators, skulls, thorns, and other fearsome natural elements, all cast in heavy metal. But for the tboy: a few dainty plates, with a skimpy decorative body chain and a chainmail fringe for a loin cloth. He pales when they tell him that nothing can be worn below or beneath it, that it needs skin-to-skin contact to recharge via his mana. The fae says, “Vulnerability is strength, and the greatest power can be the quietest. If you craft a careful image, you can deftly exploit every enemy who underestimates you.” The outfit humiliates him, but it’s actually the most powerfully warded armor of them all, providing total protection to his seemingly bare skin. It also keeps his body temperature stable in any weather. And enemies now see him as mere servant or a prize with pretty holes to spare, instead of a deadly fighter. So the boy learns how to cunningly manipulate, spy, and pleasure information out of people, as well as lure enemies to be assassinated. And in battles, where he is now written off and ignored, he devastates with stealthy sneak attacks.
🔮 Lastly, a gothic wizard gives their party a variety of monstrous wonders. Living, blinking eyes to watch the ranger’s back. An orb containing a beating heart, for the mage to detect lies with. But for the boy? A silky, shiny obsidian shape that writhes and pulses in his palm. The wizard says, “People often assume the smallest among us are the weakest. This gift will prove that you can take as much as the strongest warrior, and it will aid you when you have taken too much.” It slithers out of the boy’s hand and plugs his ass with a gasp. When the boy is injured, the plug morphs, stretching him wider, undulating, thrusting into him. It feeds off his pain and heals him from the inside out, helping him survive and fight longer by sending waves of relief and pleasure through him. If he’s heavily injured, it will expand into his cunt as well and pound him. Sometimes he can feel it playing with him idly and can’t resist it- it just imbues him with a little magic boost of energy and willpower that he needs to power through. His party gets used to his quiet moaning (it’s not like they can’t see what it’s doing) day and night. Similarly, the plug will greedily join in if the boy has sex. It just loves feeding off the little kick of delicious pain that over-fullness causes. It always heals him afterwards anyways- like a warm, soothing tongue sliding over his holes and tdick.
suspension and one bar prisons are such an underrated concept. especially if the toy in question is especially large and cruelly shaped. imagine a being strung up by your arms, standing on a stool and nearly fully sheathed on a massive toy. maybe there's an inch or so left, and maybe it has spikes, maybe it has a knot that's just barely pressing against your entrance.
it's already stretching you so painfully wide, pressed against the back of your cunt. but then the stool's kicked away and you fall back on the toy, and it hurts, so fucking badly. all you can do is fight to keep your balance, toes just barely brushing the floor and breathing through the pain. imagine just hanging there, quivering and panting and growing more and more tired as you're practically split open on such a massive toy.
imagine losing your balance and stumbling and sinking further down, screaming as the toy suddenly pounds the back of your channel, pressing impossibly deeper. god wouldn't that hurts so badly. now imagine that with a knot. losing your balance and gravity forces the entire knot in in one swift push. can you imagine the scream it'd rip from you. wow.
but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control
Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both
Trying to concentrate in a meeting while someone swirls their tongue around your nipples, maybe you're hooked up to an industrial strength milker, or someone is clearly fucking your tits, and you're just trying to stay still and quiet and not moan
it's Christmas, don't forget to call your loyal knight to your chambers after the festivities to reward him for his good service all year long. get on your royal knees for him, get on all fours and let him take you from behind like a dog in heat, serve him. You've both been waiting all year for this. he will protest that it is beneath you, to allow him to debase you in this way, but he knows how badly you want it, how you yearn for any excuse to give yourself to him, and he'll forget any objections once he has you crying under him
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee
He’d finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
—
She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.
She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesn’t cum.
Because he won’t let her.
Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.
—
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But it’s not a release.
It’s torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
can't stop thinking about spontaneous orgasms... oh to be able to quietly give those to people at will! no stimulation needed, no warning, just an overwhelming mind-bending full-body orgasm that leaves your whole body shivering and spasming, and it happens out of nowhere. i deserve this power and would use it very responsibly 🤭🩷
You found out I'm still trying to transition socially, so you force me to go everywhere with a huge dildo stuffed inside me, so that I can only think about what I have between my legs.
Then you find out I went outside without it. What do you do?
cishets, ageless & minors dni
it started as a one time thing. a simple dare. you were to go out with a dildo in you just this one time. a way to keep you thinking about your cunt as you tried your hardest to pass. but something happened, didn’t it? cause now you don’t leave the house without it, it’s like a shirt or socks, just something you wear and it’s normal for you. you might say it’s because i’m making you do it, but how can that be true when you do it religiously, even when i’m not with you?
that was until tonight
i was truly certain i didn’t care about if you went out with it or not. until i found out you went out without it. don’t get me wrong, i love making fun of you and abusing the fact i know you have that thing stuffing your hole when we go out for a date or with friends, but i didn’t know i needed you to be getting fucked with a toy out in public until now
i realize now i have to make sure you learn your lesson so you never leave the house without it again, no matter what
i would find the biggest toy in the house and ram it into you unprepared, i mean, you would have been prepared if you had been stuffing your hole so really you should have been ready
i would sit you on that toy and make you fuck yourself on it until you were sobbing that you’re sorry and begging me to let you stop
then i would jab at your jaw
i would connect my fist to your beautiful face at least a few times before kicking your stomach right were the toy is still nestled inside of you
i would then let you slide off the toy so i can give you a proper spanking, after wish i’ll have to whip your back to leave you some marks as a reminder that you are meant to be fully stuffed at all times
i think you’d have learned your lesson by then, but just to make sure, i’d make you fill your hole with the biggest toy again and go out to the mall, where you’ll seat at the food court and fill out a few pages with the phrase “i’m meant to go out with a huge dildo every time i leave the house” with beautiful glitter gel pens until your hand cramps up
then you’re allowed to come back home and keep repeating that phrase as i abuse and stretch your hole to my pleasure
and i’d force you to start sending proof of your filled hole every time you leave in the form of a video fucking yourself for a few seconds on your toy in a bathroom or a small locked room
i think that’s a fitting punishment. you’ll never ever forget about what you have between your legs after all that
someone strong lifting a sub up and down on a bedpost, dropping them so it drives deep into them as they cry out in pleasure, even if it stretches them out painfully they love it so much they beg for more.
cant stop thinking about pumping up a sub's cunt until it's big and puffy and pushes against the fabric of their underwear. i want to slap it around and make it jiggle until it's bright red and sore. then i'd shove my tongue in there and lick away all the wetness that accumulated from having their poor puffy cunt abused. i wouldnt let them cum until i could get a smaller pump on their clit and make it swell up enough to protrude awkwardly from their fat cuntlips. i'd make them cum just from hurting their sensitive swollen clit.
Keep me stretched against my will. Fist me every single night. Buy bigger and bigger toys and make me work them into my ruined hole. Take pictures of my gape to make sure I’m staying loose and useless for cock. Send me them randomly, at the most embarrassing moments. Remind me constantly that my cunt will never be worth fucking again. 🥺
You tell your slime girlfriend you’re an exhibitionist.
…and almost immeadiatly regret it when you see the smile that splashes across her face. You’d already given her permission to do whatever she wanted, and before you can take it back, she’s enveloped you in her slime.
You can feel her oozing all over you, touching you, feeling you. Immediately any thoughts you had are replaced by the overwhelming pleasure of her slime. You lose track of your sense of self while drowning in the ecstasy.
After what feels like an eternity, your mind slowly stats to collect again, and you whimper at the loss of pleasure. Then gasp as you look around, a crowd has gathered around your slime girlfriend. She apparently had taken the opportunity to run some errands while giving you bliss.
They are looking at you, and you can feel your girlfriend’s burning love as she shows you off. You start to squirm, but can feel the slime start to flood your sensations again. You panic, hoping to try and get out before you become a mindless toy in front of such a crowd.
It’s too late, the first ripple of pleasure spasms through you as you feel the gel enter, and within seconds you’re a drooling, blushing mess for everyone to see.
i got a pussy pump finally just to play around with and it’s so fun just making myself all puffy and swollen and sensitive… and in a genius move I have put in a g spot vibrator and I’m pumping myself. feels like all the blood in my body is rushing to my cunt right now holy hell
