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[pissbuddysrevived]

thinking about long pees now, a really desperate person with a really big and full bladder finally gets to go and its

-character with their partner and they just keep going and going and going and their partners just like "wow you really had to go" or maybe they get genuinely a little worried cause they were holding that much? it mustve hurt!

-character with a group of people they dont know very well or dont have a good relationship with and they need to stop to pee and theyre taking so long the group starts getting annoyed and tells them to hurry up but they cant stop theres still so much!

-character going behind a bush or piece of rubble or something but they end up peeing so much it creates a river that flows into view and not its VERY obvious what theyre doing

-character bedbound with a full bladder and a nurse gets them a bedpan to go in but theres so much it overflows

-overflowing containers/bottles in general

[heatdrunk]

constantly daydreaming about not finding out i’m pregnant until it’s too late to abort. or alternatively finding out i’m pregnant with just enough time to spare that i can still safely terminate it, and then being held captive by the person who knocked me up until the deadline passes and i’m stuck with the pregnancy. can someone please just get me pregnant and then spend the next few months gaslighting me into ignoring my symptoms?? or maybe keep me locked in the house while i steadily grow rounder with your child and increasingly desperate to escape before i get too big? i don’t care how you do it i just need to be bred against my will, i need to be stuck growing round and full and heavy with a baby i never asked for, i need my choice taken away from me, i need to be forced to carry a baby to term no matter how much i scream and cry and beg that i don’t want it

[puppyymutt]

being pinned down and spanked on my tdick. owners mad I tried to escape inspection. there is no counting or set number of spanks, owner is teaching me a lesson and won't stop until puppy learns :3

"keep those legs open, or I'll keep you here for another hour."

"stupid fucking mutt."

"look at this, you're so wet. just from being punished huh? you like daddys hand that much?"

"oh but how can I blame you, you're just a slutty, dumb puppy aren't you?"

and once hes finally finished with me he takes out his tcock and rubs it against mine, giving me orgasm after orgasm until I've soaked the sheets with my puppy juices :3

perverts PLEASE come into my asks, I'm begging you 😣

[puppyymutt]

needing an older guy to grab me and do constant inspections of my tdick growth whenever he deems necessary

in the shower? " 'kay pup, let daddy see your pupparts."

in the living room with a bunch of his friends over? "you wanna show all these people how big you've gotten, huh? I know you do pup, c'mon. take off your pants and show them. good boy"

in a public bathroom? "I know, I know. you don't wanna check right now, but daddys gotta see how big his puppys getting, hmm? maybe if you'll be a good pup and let daddy check you, I'll teach you how to play with this little thing when we get home, sound good?"

and he pokes and prods at it, taking it in between two fingers and jerking it until I'm a whining and slobbering mess on his shoulder

[septimusmoonlight]

(longtime listener first time caller) not usually big on size difference/cumflation but lately I've been thinking:

You're an explorer mapping uncharted territory. Ambitious, a little arrogant, and very, very alone - no one else would touch your mission with a ten foot pole. Maybe they can't get the legends out of their heads: stories of giants disguised as mountains or trees that poison trespassers and mutilate them beyond all recognition. But those are old wives' tales. The real danger, experts say, is water. There are no water sources within a hundred miles of the starting point; anyone who's pressed further disappeared thereafter. If only that were enough to deter you. But here you are, hopelessly lost, sticky with sweat, and freshly out of provisions. It's a lush area; there has to be water somewhere, perhaps inside the plants themselves, but they prove impervious to your knife: flexible, but stronger and thicker than rubber. You'd record your observations, but you're too weary to write.

Just when you think you're about to collapse, you spot a pool. It's the clearest water you've ever seen, clear enough to dunk your head in and drink without a second thought. It's sweet and cool; you tear off your clothes and bathe, basking in your success. You're perhaps the first human to make it this far.

Before you can refill your water bottles, however, you feel a burning in your abdomen. At first you think you just drank too quickly - rookie mistake - but it spreads and intensifies. There's a fire consuming your guts, your ribs. Breathless, you pull yourself to the grassy edge and lie spread out on the ground. You feel like you're being dissolved from the inside, bones and organs turned to mush. You black out from the pain.

When you awake, you're swinging, head down and naked and twenty feet in the air, staring into two greedy eyes each the size of dinner plates. The giant dangles you in the air by your feet and opens his mouth. This is it, you think, but he only laughs, catching you by the waist. He pulls you right side up and turns you around to face the forest; he lowers you down onto something blunt and hot. You strain to see over the thick fingers around your middle and make out his legs on either side of you, the slope of his balls directly below. You shake your head frantically.

"I can't take that. I can't. I can't do that. Please--" You doubt he speaks English and even if he did, you quickly dissolve into panicked babble. By the feel of his head poking between your legs, his cock must be at least half your height and wider than your ribcage. It'll kill you, no question. Even if one bead of his precum is more than a bottle's worth of lube. You squeeze your legs together, trying to delay the inevitable, but it only seems to pleasure him. His cock throbs against your clit and heat waves through you. Your cheeks burn in shame - you're seconds away from being ripped apart, and wet. But you don't have time to recover your dignity. The giant lifts your left leg up to your shoulder and presses you down by your waist, stretching you for the first time around his cock.

You scream, preparing for darkness that doesn't come. It hurts - worse than anything you've ever felt in your life - but it doesn't break you. Dimly you're aware of your pelvis, the hips his cock ought to have shattered but didn't. You've only taken a third of the head when it meets resistance in your cervix. You thank the universe that you won't have to take any more - until he grabs both of your legs like handles and starts yanking you down his length. You feel a sharp pain in your core, radiating through your hips, and know, somehow, it's your cervix giving way. The knowledge has you throwing your head back as the giant stretches you over his cock like a condom.

He pushes into your womb. The top of your womb. Your diaphragm. Your legs rest a good foot further apart than they used to be. But the giant keeps pushing. Now, you think, now has to be the end as your ribs crumble around him. But they don't. The outline of his cock moves slowly up your torso and into your chest. By the time you feel the patch of hair at his base against your thighs, you can't even see where it ends: the tip protrudes at least eight inches out right where your collarbone should be. You can't help but run your hands over your naked body, feeling his cock throb just beneath your skin, feeling the stretch, jerking him off from the outside. The giant roars, tightens his grip on your legs, and lifts you off his cock just to slam you back down.

Again. Again. Again. You struggle to breathe in time with his thrusts as his cock literally squeezes the air from your lungs; your arms shudder violently as the tip nudges against your heart. And still you jerk him off with trembling hands. Like you're trying to pleasure him. Like each pulse through your skin doesn't make you moan and your poor, ruined cunt clamp helplessly around him. By the time you feel your orgasm building, you're too far gone to think of anything that's not your own hands mapping out your grotesquely distended middle. You can't even scream when you finally cum around a thrust that squeezes your lungs paper-thin. Only gasp and sigh through an orgasm that darkens your vision and has your whole body convulsing around his monstrous length.

The giant uses you like a fleshlight for hours; after some fifteen orgasms you start to lose track. Finally he pushes in as far as he can go, bulging out the bottom of your throat, and cums. You feel the heat welling in your chest as you swell like a water balloon, cumming one last time when you feel the jet current of seed flowing against your heart. Five minutes later you look overdue with octuplets - that is, if you still look like a human at all. The giant lets go of your legs and leans back against the mountainside, leaving you upright and still stretched over his cock; you suddenly hear snoring behind you. Who knows when he'll wake up, or if he'd even let you go? Deep down, though, you know it doesn't matter. As if you'd ever make it out. As if you'd ever leave. You run your hands over your belly and cum again, without shame. He's almost certainly knocked you up with octuplets for real.

(sorry this got so long i am going THRU it rn. feel free not to publish if it's too long <3)

i Will publish this because it Is very good. i just don't think i have anything to add that will make this better

[septimusmoonlight]

Ok... Hear me out: Cock so gigantic the stretch of your pussy forces your urethra shut. Imagine your cum filled womb pressing on your painfully full bladder. but no matter how much you pitifully beg, your captor refuses to pull out and give you any relief, either from your overfilled bladder or from your visibly bulging womb stretching around gallons of their cum.

Hmm...yeah, I think I will hear you out on this one :3

I can't put a finger on exactly what he is, but the green skin and tusks say orc. Based on how he treats me, he's an orc with a taste for making humans suffer. He makes that much clear by using his own precum as lube to fuck my ass open the instant he has me in his grasp, perfectly shaping my guts to his impossibly large cock, easily the width of a fist and half-again the length of a forearm. His cum fills my guts, thick and hot, bloating my midsection.

That's not all he has in store for me. My cunt has to get the same treatment next, of course - what kind of orc would he be if he didn't claim every single aspect of his captured prisoner? I'm quickly reduced to making wordless, whiny noises as he pounds up against my cervix, hammering bruises into it while I struggle not to pass out. The only thing keeping me attached to my physical form is the unfortunate pleasure that this kind of violation brings.

He pumps my womb full of seed, and I'm relieved, for a moment. I think he might pull out and let me go, but no such luck; it's common in many orcish cultures to take pride in a capture, and this one is no exception. Instead of letting me go, he relaxes, finding a nice spot to lay back and just take a nap with an arm laying across my chest. He's so powerful and large that even trying to move him is useless, and it would just wake him up, anyway. I don't want to think about how he would punish me if I tried to escape him.

The worst part is that my bladder is starting to complain.

With pressure from both my guts and my womb squeezing the rest of my insides out of the way, my bladder is definitely taking the worst of it, squished against my abdominal wall and slowly getting more full. My legs tense and relax as I squirm, trying carefully not to interrupt the orc's nap while I also try to find some relief. There's nothing I can do.

Eventually, though, the orc wakes up. He stretches and yawns, taking his sweet time, and I finally gather the courage to tell him that I need to pee.

He laughs. He tells me to go ahead and try it.

Something about the way he says it makes dread rise in my chest. It takes me a little bit to let go, trying to get past the psychological block of being a prisoner to someone else's body, but no matter how much I try I can't push out a single drop. Even now that I feel like letting go is my only option, the sheer physical obstacle of the orc's cock presses my urethra shut. Combined with the pressure of my stuffed guts, this is very quickly becoming painful.

I whine, and the orc laughs again, like he knows exactly what's happening to me. Maybe this isn't the first time he's done something like this. He promptly makes it worse by standing up, finding the nearest river, and scooping up a handful of water to hold to my face. I cough and splutter, trying to turn away, but he tells me that I'd better drink in a threatening tone of voice that makes it clear that the alternative isn't something I want to think about.

So, I drink. I drink, and I drink, my belly swelling slowly with water as the orc forces it down my throat. He stays by the riverside for what feels like hours, filling my stomach with water faster than my system and process, stretching my bladder taut with more fluid than I thought I could hold. It's definitely more than I'm supposed to hold, that much I know. I'm frankly surprised that something hasn't ruptured internally at this point. Maybe my womb and guts are pressing everything together so hard that there's just no room for anything to burst.

Finally, he seems to have had enough. I dangle limply from his still-hard cock, wishing desperately for him to be done - but he's not. Instead, he goes for another round with my cunt, slamming into my cervix over and over again, pressing up against my tight bladder with every movement, every twitch of my body and every thrust of his hips. I can only make strangled inhuman sounds, eyes rolled back into my head, limbs hanging limp as I struggle to comprehend the torture my body is undergoing. I can't even distance myself from the pain - the pleasure is so intertwined with it that the two are inseparable, and it keeps dragging me back into my body with every thrust.

When he cums again, the pressure from my womb squeezes some of the cum out of my guts, making it ooze from my ruined asshole in a slow river. Another gush comes out of my mouth and nose, spilling down my chin and over my taut middle. Even though my guts are spilling cum, there's still more than enough being added to make me even more full, impossibly full. It hurts, it hurts, but there's nothing I can do except twitch and make pathetic noises.

Finally, when the orc comes down from his high, he tells me that I'll be allowed to piss - but only if I'm cumming while I do it. I agree frantically, willing to do anything at this point for relief, and he laughs, taunting me for being so pathetic and useless, driven stupid by how desperate I am. He commands me to reach down and rub my cunt. I obey, struggling to work myself up because of how full I am, but being stuffed full of cock is at least doing me some favors, even if I didn't ask for it. Even if I'm not supposed to like it.

It's difficult, but I work myself right up to the edge of an orgasm, and whine that I'm close, begging to be allowed to let go. He slides me halfway off his cock, and gives me one more stern reminder that I can only piss if I'm cumming while I do it - and then, just as I tip right over the edge, he finally pulls out all the way, freeing me so that I piss myself uncontrollably as I cum, explosive and feverish, moaning and whining and being about as pathetic as a human could possibly be, used-up and sloppy and covered in piss and cum.

Cum oozes from every hole. The last drops of piss roll down my legs as I dangle from the orc's grasp, barely conscious. He orders me to thank him for letting me cum.

I obey. It's the only thing I can do.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: Hello omg the brain fucking and the necro are so good. Could you maybe do one that combines the two?

Mmm…sure~

It’s not uncommon for people to wander into the woods and never wander back out. The strange monsters that make their homes out there are hard to avoid and even harder to fight, especially during mating season, which sends them into an insatiable heat. Some of these beasties just need a hole, any hole, and those encounters can usually be survived - but some of the other critters have more…specific tastes.

I just so happen to be taking a shortcut through the woods during mating season when something tackles me from behind. It’s bipedal, with scales and claws, and its flattened face looks almost reptilian. However, it’s far different from any lizardfolk or dragonfolk, and has absolutely none of the sentience or culture - it has just enough knowledge and drive to know what it needs, and it needs to breed.

Unfortunately for me, the way it reproduces is invariably fatal.

From the palms of its hands, it produces a sticky, slimy webbing that tightens around my ankles and calves, plus binding my arms to my sides. When it has me effectively immobilized, it sits me up and uses its claws to comb through my hair, closely examining the back of my head and chittering as it does so. I can only prepare for the inevitable, my cunt absolutely soaking through my underwear.

It uses the spurs on its thumbs, each barely the size of a pin, to inject its toxins into my scalp, just behind my ears. Almost immediately, all physical sensation is replaced by a pleasant, floating numbness, and the feeling of claws scraping away my hair and skin doesn’t register as anything besides a vague pressure.

When the monster reaches my bare skull, it uses its claws to carve out a circular section of bone. It peels this away from my cranium to reveal my brain beneath, the pink-grey matter so, so vulnerable to whatever the creature wants right now - and it wants to mate. When the smell of brain matter hits its nostrils, it chitters in a low, satisfied voice, its cock immediately coming unsheathed. It rubs the tip right up against the split between the two halves of my brain, and I gasp as a brand-new sensation cuts through the haze - pleasure. Remarkable, unearthly pleasure.

The monster pushes its cock into my skull. I twitch, my eyes rolling back in my head as I moan. The monster pumps its hips once. I twitch again, sparks of impossible euphoria setting my entire body alight. The monster decides that I’ll make a good host, and it starts fucking my brain in earnest, paying no attention to the way it makes me jerk and writhe, both out of pleasure and because my mind is physically being interfered with. It has me so thoroughly immobilized that none of my movements could lead to my escape - and, even if they could, it’s not like I could walk at this point. The monster is so thoroughly rearranging my brain matter that I forget how to walk within moments, mindlessly whimpering and whining in false pleasure cast upon me by the creature’s venom.

The creature growls in satisfaction, seeking out sections of my head that it hasn’t touched yet so that it can bask in the soft warmth. I just want it to go harder and faster, deeper, to use the rest of my brain for its own pleasure. It does, liquefied brain matter spurting out of my skull around its cock, spattering the ground and its thighs. Tears of cerebrospinal fluid drip from my eyes and nose, the pressure of cock forcing some extra brain straight through my ears. There’s not as much blood as could easily be assumed, but that doesn’t make the scene any less gory.

The monster’s hips stutter, jerk, and then slam home, holding my skull as close to its hips as possible. The very last thing I ever feel is smooth, oblong eggs sloshing around in the soup that is my brain, and something presses up against my brain stem. Then, I’m gone.

The monster fills my skull cavity with its eggs, then uses its webbing to seal the hole it made. Satisfied that its young will be able to slurp up the liquid in my empty head, it wraps me up the rest of the way in its slimy net and plasters my corpse to a nearby tree. The watertight seal will mean that his young can grow strong by feeding on my remains when they hatch, starting with the incredible fatty nutrition of the brain. It’s such a good source of energy that it would be foolhardy for the monster to pass me up.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: in my humble opinion there is not nearly enough fucked up porn of cuntboys being raped by frog monsters or frog people or just straight up giant frogs and i am OBSESSED with this idea rn. all those cold slimy eggs...........

Maybe the poor sweetheart got lost on a little walkabout in the local swamp. He’s heard the rumors, of course, but he knows his way around - and there’s no way any of those things are true. It’s all too ridiculous to bother taking seriously. Thinking like this is a dangerous game for him, and one that’s about to get him in hot water, pun fully intended. When a thick fog rolls in, he finds himself somehow more lost than he’s ever been. He turns around, then turns around again, looking for any familiar landmarks, but finds nothing. He’s starting to get nervous at this point. Little does he know that he should really be a lot more nervous.

Unfortunately, he’s caught off-guard when a net falls from above, immediately entangling him in thick strands of woven vine. Struggling only makes it worse, and he’s unable to get to his feet again before a shape descends upon him from within the mist, enveloping him in a burlap sack and heaving him over one shoulder to take him…somewhere. He doesn’t know where, and there’s enough raw strength in the stranger’s grip that further struggle would be practically useless. He’s already having enough trouble with the net, anyway.

He’s carted to his destination for a little while, and has the opportunity to calm down while he’s kept in the dark. It can’t be as bad as he thinks, right? Or maybe…were the rumors true? He immediately dismisses that notion as ridiculous, but it lingers in the back of his head as he tries to further rationalize his situation.

When he’s dumped out of the sack he was in, he realizes that maybe he shouldn’t have dismissed the rumors so readily.

Surrounding him is a large group of creatures, all somewhere between frog and human. They’re slightly closer to frogs, but sturdy-legged and hunch-backed in a way more accommodating to bipedality. However much they do or don’t resemble humans is trivial in that moment. What the young man really pays attention to is what’s between their legs, every single one clearly ready to put a warm body to use.

It only takes a split-second for him to connect the dots and realize why he was taken.

He doesn’t have time to plead for his safety before a stretch of cloth is wrapped around his mouth to keep him from screaming. His clothes are torn away from him in record time, and portions of the net that encased him are cut away to tie his arms above his head and bend his legs out and towards his chest, spreading them wide to expose his cunt. A multitude of webbed hands carts him towards a smooth boulder with a carved indent, laying him neatly there so that his pussy is at the perfect height for everyone to use. He furiously shakes his head no, but it’s clear that negotiating with the frog people is out of the question - they’ve got their minds made up.

They all crowd around, but a surprisingly-orderly line immediately forms to rape him. The first wastes no time and plunges its cock into the party’s new toy. The poor thing shudders, straining against the ropes, but of course he can’t do anything while the first frog ruts into him with quick strokes. He thrashes his head from side to side, trying to disrupt the frog’s rhythm, but to no avail - the frog, clearly pent-up, presses itself as deep as it can go, nestling its cock right up against his cervix.

Something cold, something thick, oozes into the toy’s womb, and a chill goes up his spine in tandem. That’s nothing compared to what the frog gives him next, though - smooth, squishy, slimy eggs, just as cold, sliding into him one after the other after the other without pause, squeezing their way into his womb, crowding together inside of him. He yelps into his gag at the new sensations, goosebumps racing across his skin from the chill, but the frog-person pays no mind to how its breeding toy is behaving, just holding itself in place until it’s had his fill of him. By the time it’s done, there’s a slight swell to his midsection.

The poor thing can’t escape the next frog-person, or the next, or the next, more eggs sliding into his unprotected womb, his midsection swelling, his cunt sloppier and sloppier. Soon, he’s just oozing slime anytime there’s not a cock stuffing him full of more eggs, his middle rounding out perfectly to show off how efficiently those eggs are being raped into him. He has trouble keeping his thoughts straight, all rationale fucked out of him in favor of stretching his belly tight with more frog spawn, more slime, more, more, more. It’s very clear that these frog-people haven’t had a good hole to rape in a long time, and he’s just here to remedy that.

Eventually, the line starts to slow down. The unfortunate rapetoy’s eyes are rolled back in his head, silent tears streaking down his cheeks, and his cunt slowly drips slime to form a puddle in the boulder divot he’s sitting in. He can’t really pay attention to anything going on around him, so the conversation between several frog-people goes unnoticed, blending into the background noise with their odd, hoarse words. He’s too busy getting fucked again to take anything in.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the option to ignore the next thing the frog-people do to him. Once his current rapist pulls out, a different frog shoves a smooth, polished plug into his cunt, stone sitting heavy in his well-used hole. He whines quietly, exhausted, soaked in a cold sweat.

They leave him there in the puddle of frog-slime. He’s too tired to push out the plug, say nothing of the multitude of eggs trapped in his womb. All he can do is fall into an uncomfortable sleep, fatigue overwhelming his desire to stay awake, stay aware.

He doesn’t look forward to what’s coming in the morning.

[barbarian-lesbian]

"Harembait" is a fun one. Like you just see a girl and think that she would look really pretty in a skimpy see-through outfit and a golden collar. Girl who was meant to kneel on a cushion in front of my throne. Girl who is extremely easy to Capture. You know the type.

[barbarian-lesbian]

Why are you wearing that outfit if you don't want to be ripped from your hometown and carried away to a resplendent palace where you are waited on hand and foot in exchange for sexually servicing an unwashed barbarian warlord? You're literally asking for it...

[barbarian-lesbian]

Local girl insists on "going to work" and "paying rent" when she would be such a good harem girl and is totally built for servicing unwashed barbarian girlcock.

[tiedupngagged]

Being in the bed of your father's pickup truck, naked and sweaty, while he runs his hands over your skin, and sinking his cock into your cunt.

"Fuck...boy you feel good." He drawls out, his hands now firmly placed on your hips, gripping them tightly in his hold. He slowly runts against you, his hips meeting your ass, and his body leaning over yours, his head right into your neck.

Your body arches against him, your arms wrap around his body, and your legs clamp around his waist, bringing him closer, letting out soft moans from the pleasure of his cock thrusting deeper within you.

"Dad." You moan out, basking in the pleasure and excitement of the act. Your father tightens his hold on you, leaving hand-shaped bruises around your waist, ones that you know you will press against later.

His thrusts start to become erratic and messy, his breathing becomes airy, and you can feel his cock twitch, he's close.

"In me...." You tell him, and he groans from your ask, bringing his lips to yours, locking you into a very messy and sloppy kiss.

[ninthcrypt]

cervix penetration is so appealing to me but a lot of the porn that includes it disregards what's one of the best parts to me - nothing is supposed to go through there. the amount of pure time and dedication someone would have to have to slowly, slowly, dilate your cervix to accept their cock whenever they want it? spending months and months of daily sessions spread open with your hole gaped and clenching around a cold metal speculum as your dom slides an even bigger sound through your cervix as you cry and whimper and cramp around it? that's beautiful

[prec1ousboy]

Fuck machines are an amazing invention. Literally a toy that uses you, and does so relentlessly. Even when your legs give out and you whine that you can't take any more it'll keep pounding. Never slowing, never giving you a break. Just drilling your poor hole insatiably. It's perfect for needy little human fleshlights like me

[transmasc-heartache]

i do think making subs sleep with their hole/s plugged is hot. have to keep boys nice and full or else they get so needy, and it means he'd be wonderfully stretched out for whenever i wanted to play. he might not even notice if i pull that fat plug out of his hole while he's sleeping, fuck his loose cunt, and replace it when i'm done

[musked-out-mutt]

Tw: puppy play, blood / fighting

Forcing two dog boys in a room together, to watch them fight for dominance. Not like play fighting. The bloody, bruising, biting kind of fighting where you wake up feeling like a rock with cotton stuffed in your brain headache

Both of them have blood dripping between their teeth, spilling out their lips every time they growl and bite at each other. Bruising blooming on their cheeks and stomachs. Legs and arms covered in scratches

When one finally gets the other on his stomach, shoving his dick in, lubed up with blood and sweat. Fucking him as hard and fast as he can, proving that he is the dominant pup. The one under him trying to throw him off, legs flailing, elbow swinging up to meet the other pups chin. Giving him a chance to wiggling out and get his ground back

He pounces on the previously top pup, pressing his knees to his chest, forcing him into a mating press. Forcing his dick inside, slow and tedious, making him every inch of it. Having to work against the punches and squirming of the other pup

The fighting going on for hours, each gaining dominance before losing it again. Switching between top and bottom so fast you couldn’t even keep up with who was winning. Each determined to make the other his bitch

Eventually, they’d pass out, blood, spit, and cum smeared all over them. Entering the room to see them pressed together. Peeling them off each other, blood making them stick together. Skin pulling and bodies squirming in discomfort, even in their sleep. Cum leaks out both their asses. Seems like it’s a tie, what a shame, well I guess they’ll have to fight again next week.

One of them will win eventually, right?

[bring-me-back-a-dog]

@blasphemous-mutt

[werebutch]

👍

[puppygirllaika]

Whichever asshole has been going around my apartment and putting my all my hair ties in "really obvious places that she'll totally remember" needs to knock it the fuck off.

[butterfly-sapphic]

Perhaps your puppy tail keeps knocking them off of shelves and hiding thems

[puppygirllaika]

Impossible, my glorious puppy tail is entirely calm and still and never swishes side to side fast and excitedly and knocks things over or off of surfaces. She would never do this to me.

[butterfly-sapphic]

Ok hmmm.

Stand in front of a mirror and then think about playing fetch in space. What does she do then?

[puppygirllaika]

SHE STAYS CALM AND STILL AND NOTHING HAPPENS AND I NEED TO GO FIX MY MIRROR NOW IT GOT KNOCKED OVER NOT BY MY TAIL BY SOMETHING ELSE UNRELATED

[anguissette-rivers]

This just in: replacing the word edge/edging with come/cumming. As in you have to be grateful cause you did just cum and thank him properly. You'll ask for permission to cum. And you will probably be allowed.

You'll have to be thankful for being able to cum, but never having an orgasm again.

[denial-switch]

Other possible replacements:

“Getting to come” = giving _me_ an orgasm.

“Getting to come” = faking an orgasm

In all cases, the goal is to simply forget about other possibilities and removing them from your language. While still getting her horny and letting her cum and be satisfied just like in any normal relationship.

[denial-switch]

After a while, you stop referring to her as “denied.” There’s nothing being denied. You have a fully active sexual life, where you both get excited, have sex, and orgasm just like you always do. One real, one fake.