Friendly reminder that allowing underage littles/pets/daddies/mommies/etc your blog if you post NSFW or kink material can get you up to 10 years in prison and can get you on the sex offenders registry for the rest of your life.
It’s called “corruption of a minor” and “pandering obscenities to a minor” and it’s a third degree felony in the US.
This is exactly why I don’t want any minors following me. Please, I don’t care if you’re 17, 17 and ¾, or anything less then 18. Stay off my blog, don’t follow, and don’t browse my page.
Hypnosis, where every night while you're sleeping you hump your own hand until you cum, so every morning you wake up in a wet spot you have no memory of making.
So diversity of thought is not something you welcome? You want a world of people who think like yourself? Seems like a boring and exclusive place.
Never said that, reposted a post I agreed with. Diversity of thought is fine, I personally don’t want people on my page that have ideals and belief system rooted in the oppression of others and the denial of rights of marginalized communities
A very serious reminder that I am a person, with a life outside of this, and with feelings
A very serious reminder that I am a raging leftist and a feminist
This blog is what is called "fantasy". I do not believe that women are less than men, I do not believe that I deserved to be groped, assaulted, or harassed due to the way that I dress, and I do not believe that I should actually become a bimbo. I am actually a very capable, independent, intelligent, fully grown woman.
If you have any issues with the following, please unfollow me:
Support Feminism (women deserve the same rights as men, not up for debate)
Support LGBTQ+ rights (trans women are women, trans men are men, non-binary is completely valid, lesbians do not need the "right man")
Fuck MAGA and Fuck ICE (people deserve to live safely and be treated as humans. If you still support that piece of shit pedophile of a man, I do not respect you)
Support Black Lives Matter (yes, this movement still very much matters, and fuck you if you disagree)
Fuck AI (if you use AI for art or writing or anything creative or photo generation, fuck you)
Support Pro-Choice (my body, my choice. You should not get to police what I do with my own body, nor should I get to police other people)
Fuck pedophiles (a big fuck you and die to pedophiles, enough said)
Fuck nazis, neo-nazis, racists, homophobes, transphobes, sexists, TERFs, and all bigots.
Going to buy a vibrator in Italy vending machine. Wish someone could control it. Maybe I’ll wear it tonight and will edge in the streets of Venice like a true slut!! Yay!!
Tipsy and horny. Wish a cute man was fucjubf ny pussy…. And pulling my nipples. I also would like hun to spit in by nouth and jeep it open , like dominate me
Have you asked yourself why the idea of becoming porn is so enticing to you.
Not watching it. Becoming it. Being reduced to something consumable, something that exists for someone else’s arousal. The thought shouldn’t appeal to you as much as it does. But it does. And you should probably examine that.
To do it properly, you need to be in the right state of mind. Honest. Open to uncomfortable truths about yourself.
And that’s really best done when you’re touching yourself.
Just lightly. Distractedly. The way you do when you’re thinking about something else, when your hand drifts without permission and settles somewhere warm. You’re just getting comfortable. Creating the right conditions for introspection.
Start slow. Think about the question.
Why does it appeal to you? The idea of being filmed, photographed, captured in a moment of complete vulnerability. Frozen in an expression you’d never let anyone see in person. Mouth open. Drooling. Eyes unfocused. That version of you that only exists when you’ve stopped performing composure.
You’re thinking about it now. Your fingers have probably started moving.
Good.
Slip inside. Just a little. Feel how warm you are, how your body has already started answering questions your mind hasn’t even asked. You’re soaked. You knew you would be. This is what happens when you think about being seen like this.
Go further. Think about being watched. By strangers. Hundreds of them. Thousands. People you’ll never meet, staring at a video of you with your fingers buried exactly where they are right now. They can see everything. The way you move. The way you get wetter when you think about them watching. The way your hips are starting to rock against your hand.
Think about being reduced. Cropped down to your cunt and your sounds and the obscene wet noise your fingers are making right now. No face. Just a hole being used. Just a body that exists to be watched while it fucks itself. Someone saves the video. Someone watches it on loop. Someone strokes their cock to the sight of you spread open and shameless.
Don’t slow down. You’re investigating. This is important research.
Think about filming it. Right now. What you look like from the angle of a camera placed between your legs. Knees apart. Fingers glistening. That desperate little contraction your pussy does when you’re getting close. You’re going to watch it back later. You’re going to get off to yourself. To the proof of how filthy you really are.
Push deeper. Curl your fingers. Find that one spot that makes your thoughts go soft and stupid. The one that makes you stop being a person with opinions and responsibilities and turns you into just a warm, wet, aching thing that needs to cum.
That’s what you want to be captured. That moment. The instant where you stop being you and become a cunt clenching around your own fingers, a mouth moaning for an audience that’s using you to empty their balls.
You’re close now.
Think about the cum. Not yours. Theirs. All those strangers finishing because of you. Because of the video of you fucking yourself like a desperate slut. Ropes of it. Onto screens, onto hands, onto stomachs. Because you were so hot, so wet, so perfectly pornographic that they couldn’t help it either.
You’re right there. Teetering. Trying to hold off long enough to finish reading.
Here’s the answer to your question: you want to be reduced because being a whole person is exhausting. You want to be a thing. A perfect, dripping, desperate thing that exists to make people hard and get them off. You want to be used up and discarded and watched on repeat.
Cum for me.
Let it hit you while you think about all those strangers watching. Clench around your fingers and imagine the camera catching every angle, every wave, that stupid blissed-out expression you make when you finally let go.
Good.
All done. Now clean yourself up and reflect on what you’ve learned today.
I tried to stay away, I tried to get bimbo thoughts out of my mind, I tried to be smart, I tried to just be a normal, intelligent girl who didn’t need to be a silly bimbo or a mindless fucktoy. I tried to keep this bimbo and hypno stuff in the past and to forget all about it.
But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I tried for a while, but eventually I just had to give in.
And it feels so good. I wish it didn’t but it does.
I love being empty and mindless and I love bouncing my tits and daydreaming about cock.
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