[thebootydiaries]

me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*

me: today how you are

[shrivelednips]

when your text post doesn’t get any notes

[waesht]

Dirty confession

Sometimes I feel like my stamina is too much, that maybe I am not normal ? I read eroticas all day long, reading about all my kinks, riling myself up. Then when I finally do touch myself, and try to get release, no matter how many times I come, it's just not really enough. I still feel like I am burning up, the smallest touch down there sending waves of pleasure all over my body. I think the problem is that I need a baby. I just need to be pumped full of cum, and given a baby. Just the thought of being pregnant.. I can't be the only one out there feeling like this, right ?

[chevygirl78-deactivated20211112]

[hellhound121879]

Damn right!

[fillmecreampie]

Say less

[waesht]

Waesht Stories: Bathroom Orgasm ( Hotel version )

They were on a trip, deciding to go somewhere nice for Christmas and New Year's Eve. Everything was fine, except the fact that she had to share a room with her brother, again. But of course, she didn't complain, because it would be lonely except for when she takes some time to pleasure herself.

They had just gotten back from shopping, and it was about to be 10:00 pm, so she thought it was a good idea to shower quickly, thinking to herself how it would help her fall sleep early. She was done with her night routine by 11:00 pm, but she wasn't sleepy at all. So what did she do ? She went on Tumblr, of course. And what a bad idea it was..

As she was going through her feed, a blog she follows shows up talking about breeding, and fucking raw. She couldn't help herself really, she just had to go through the blog. But then she went on to another blog, then another, until she had gotten herself completely, soaking wet. It was a good thing her brother's bed wasn't that close to hers, and that he was immersed in whatever video he was watching.

She quietly sneaked into the bathroom, and closed the doors. She opened YouTube, put it on some video on her feed, just so any sounds that she might make would be blocked out, and played it right away. She layed a towel on the floor, took of her sweats, and underwear, laying on the towel as gently as possible as to not make a sound.

She layed on her back, opening her legs wide, taking her right hand, and started to slowly rub her clit in circles. She always took her time at first, making sure to take it slow. Her princess parts wete very wet though, so wet that it had wet the inside of her thighs as well. She couldn't help but make small sounds, praying that none of them were loud enough to be heard.

As she continued on, she kept on fantasizing about two specific kinks, ones that always made her feel like a horny kitten, only thought occupying her mind is to come. The more she imagined the scenarios of how it would happen, the more she would leak, the wetness dripping down. She started to rub herself faster, her hands becoming more frantic, everything feeling so good, pleasure surging through her body, putting her to flames. All she could think about was cumming, feeling that delicious release.

It took her probably 5 more minutes before she came, and still rubbing herself through it, making her legs shake, even quiver, as she squirted all over the place. She couldn't control her sounds by now, too consumed with how good it all felt. She stopped rubbing after she became so sensitive that whenever she did rub herself, her whole body would shake, indicating to her that she needs a break.

After she was done, she looked at the mess she had made. Most of her release had ended on the towel, but some had made its way onto the floor. So she did what she thought was best to do, lick it off the floor like she did once before, and boy did she lick it all off..

Ps: my brother was still watching videos, he hadn't suspected anything. I even had playtime again with myself today in the shower, it could have been a better orgasm though ):

[ducktracy-deactivated20260315]

my spongebob favorite quotes video is making its rounds again so i made another, there are still so many more it would probably be like an hour long

[waesht]

Whoever doesn't like spongebob needs to get their brain checked because it's the most iconic cartoon ever made. ><

[beenthere-and-donethat-deactiva]

Anonymously ask me "Would you..?"

[vladtheunfollower]

[waesht]

Literally me when I get the attention I want lol

[sadtastical]

[waesht]

Yes, and it made me cry even harder.

[thegoodvybe]

[because-i-am-above]

“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.”

— Emery Allen  (via perrfectly)

(via Gridllr)

[slowsubmission]

Assuming and value

I have a bad habit, one that even in the face of logic, corrections from DD, long conversations, and plenty of internal evaluation, still crops up a little too often. 

I make assumptions. A lot of assumptions. 

I pre-decide what DD will think about something without asking. I conclude what’s “for the best” without getting input. I come to decisions based on what seems like two viewpoints: my own, and what DD will undoubtedly surely obviously certainly feel about this topic. Let’s be clear: that’s one viewpoint, masquerading as two. Both are mine, and they’re only a little bit informed by what I know about DD, and mostly shaped by my own biases, perceptions, and history.

I tell myself that my assumptions are motivated by a desire to be a good and supportive partner, to recognize in advance when other external factors may be stressful, overwhelming, or create challenges. I have at times assumed, for example, that a particular thing he has asked me to do would be intrusive when he is particularly busy, so I ought not to do it, or that he would prefer to have quiet when something challenging is going on. I assume that I will be in the way and that being a useful and aware partner means getting out of the way without being asked. 

That all sounds kinda good, but let’s just translate that without the fancy footwork added to it, and look at the core of it: 

I assume that my absence - the loss of my attention, affection, service, desire and/or care - is a preferable state for DD at least some of the time. 

I don’t REALIZE that’s what I’m thinking because I’ve labelled it as being helpful or being considerate, but that’s really what those assumptions equal, isn’t it? 

I’ve had a lot of revelations about this thought process over the last month. I had a correction from DD, over something I did based on an incorrect assumption in which I received my first ever wooden-spoon spanking. (A story for another day.) 

Unrelated, we had a big conversation about a topic that I was quite certain I had not made assumptions about - but after hearing his thoughts, I realized I had made heaps of assumptions (and shocker, they were not at all in line with what he was ACTUALLY thinking, and were heavily laced with my notions about absence. Another story for another day.) 

And I took some time, as I had the spare moments to do so, to work on this just in my own head: to take ideas out, and look at them, and figure out what was useful and real and what wasn’t, even though often it is hard to challenge oneself this way. 

Those were all part of it, but as these things so often do, it wasn’t any one thing, or moment, or thought that led to the lightbulb. It was doing the dishes, hands deep in soapy water, brain on a million other things, when something … just … clicked … into … my … brain… 

EVERYTHING I MAKE AN ASSUMPTION ABOUT IS BASED ON HOW MUCH VALUE I BELIEVE I HAVE. 

It was suddenly so obvious, so big, so clear, that I felt partly overwhelmed by the notion itself and partly overwhelmed by how dense it was to NOT have realized it before. In fact, I’m pretty sure anyone reading this will be like “um yeah, I figured that out like ten paragraphs ago - you are assuming things based on how valuable you think you are and being an idiot in the process.” 

But seriously, to me? THIS WAS LIGHTNING FROM ON HIGH. 

I stood there, hands in the sink, staring into space. 

What if the reason my assumptions were so often wrong, when I was forced to discuss them with DD, was because I wasn’t a challenge, a problem to fix, work to do? What if, in fact, I was … valuable? What if I was so valuable that my absence made things … worse … not better? Was that even … possible? Was the “work” that I require in fact well worth it to DD, because it’s “work” that keeps me his and happy and HERE with him? Are the tasks I do, that I had assumed are in place to make ME feel connected to HIM, actually providing just as much connection in reverse? Connection that maybe he wants and needs in equal measure to me?

I know. It’s crazy. All of this should be obvious to me. In fact, DD has made all these things clear, in what he says or does. But trying to overwrite my internal programming has been an uphill, work-in-progress, herculean effort. 

And here’s the part that will make DD chuckle: when my bolt-of-lightning daze suddenly cleared, and I looked down at the sink, I was holding a long wooden spoon - the exact one he’d used last month during that correction. 

I wish I could say that I am utterly transformed. I actually kinda thought I was. No more assumptions for me, I vowed. I am valuable. And loved. And necessary. And my absence is not an improved state of affairs. My absence would be a sorrowful thing, unpleasant, undesirable. So I will definitely, for sure, absolutely not make anymore assumptions about how I should go away or be quiet or leave anyone alone. Ever. Never. Forever. 

And I didn’t. Not once. 

Well, until a few days ago. 

Did I mention this is a work in progress? Herculean? Uphill effort?

I’ll get there. I just need time. And care. And reminders. 

And … apparently … a wooden spoon from time to time…  

[slave2submission]

I am crying so hard reading this because it is EXACTLY what I needed to read right now. I always assume I’m too much. That if life is stressful I should back away from asking for things. For permission. From texting. I assume that I am added stress to my D’s already stressful life. So I feel like a burden for asking for anything. I feel like I’m just making life more complicated.

The part of this post that really got me was:

“Are the tasks that I do, that I had assumed are in place to make ME feel connected to HIM actually providing just as much connection in reverse? Connection that maybe he wants and needs in equal measure to me?”

Because I ALWAYS feel that. As @instructor144 would say, that was the money shot for me. I often feel that it’s all for me and that my Dom isn’t getting much out of it which makes me feel like a burden. Like he’s being my Dom and giving me these tasks because I like and need it, because it quiets MY mind and makes me feel safe for ME but like it’s just something else he has to do.

But then I had a conversation with @rashadtheking513 last night about this very subject. I said “I just don’t understand why you would WANT to do those things. I feel like I’m asking for too much with more leash tugs or wanting to feel your dominance more when you’re away with RL stress. Because I don’t understand what you get out of it. I’m very self aware. I know what I get out of submission. I have 1,001 thoughts about everything. If I know I need to do something I’ll get 100 ideas about how to do it, different ways to do it, when and where I should do it, and I get so bogged down with ideas that I can’t shut my brain off and just do the task. But when you give me specific guidance: ‘I expect this done in this way at this time,’ of shuts off the noise and I know exactly what is expected of me and I get shit done. It quiets mind and sharpens my focus. It helps me soar. That’s why I like HAVING tasks and leadership and a Dom. But I feel like a burden for asking because GIVING tasks seems like it would just add stress. And I don’t want to add stress to your life. I cannot for the life of me understand what you get out of being a Dom, why you would WANT to tell me what to do in your busy day. Why you would WANT to be responsible for another human, why you would WANT control over someone… I just can’t understand it.”

His answer was simple, beautiful magic to my ears as he laughed and said “that’s because you’re not a Dom.”

He’s right. And that’s the thing. Also as 144 often says, we are born this way. I was born a submissive. I’ll never have the desire to dominate Or control another. Submission is blissful heaven on earth. I feel like I’m living the life I was always meant to be in, finally. I can see evidence of me trying to be a sub and just not having the vocabulary for it as far back as elementary school. Therefore, I will never have the desire to be a Dom. But for HIM, the reverse is true. He’s a born Dominant. He needs to lead, to have the control, the power, to watch me grow under his guidance, to call the shots, and to care for me. That’s his role that he was born into. That, the very thing that would cause me stress and make my mind race, is what quiets his. He needs to lead as much as I need to follow. He needs to feel Dominant as much as I need to feel submissive. And when times are hard, we don’t need a reprieve from D/s, D/s IS the reprieve from hard times. And that is something I need to remember. I don’t have to understand why he would want to be a Dominant, because that is his role. Mine is to follow, listen, serve, submit, and most importantly NOT to back away or assume he needs a break from me or our dynamic when life is stressful.

-💜-

S2S

[instructor144]

Hell yes to this. The money shot: “the very thing that would cause me stress and make my mind race, is what quiets his. He needs to lead as much as I need to follow. He needs to feel Dominant as much as I need to feel submissive. And when times are hard, we don’t need a reprieve from D/s, D/s IS the reprieve from hard times.”

[daddys-whispers-deactivated2020]

Sleepy baby 💜

[waesht]

Oof I want this right now

[yvnglawd]

Grab her booty with a lil part of her pussy with it.

[westtlee]

Me: “I don’t need sex”

My hormones: “first of all, you’re horny asf, stop lying”

[waesht]

The Dress

It was date night, and both of them were very excited, to say the least. They had both been quite busy with their own personal lives, not having too much time to spend with each other. They were going to this fancy restaurant, which he had booked a week in prior, excited for what he had in plan for her.

She was about to put on her shoes when she heard her bell ring, excitement surging through her as she sprung up, and all but ran to get to the door. She opened the door, and couldn't help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Her man was dressed up in a black suit, his gray tie creating a nice contrast against his white dress shirt. He had some rings adorning his fingers, wrist wrapped with a beautiful gold watch. She then looked up at his face, amusement clear in his expression. She couldn't help but blush, since she realized she was basically ogling at him. He smiled at her as he got closer to her, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him. He grabbed her chin, making her look up at him as he leaned in, kissing her gently. She snaked her arms around his neck, getting on her toes, pushing her body into his. Before the kiss could get too heated, they both broke apart.

" You look so gorgeous baby. This color really suits you, especially with this type of makeup. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you as my princess. "

She could only blush more, giggling out as she kissed him again, smiling wide. " Hehe thankies Daddy. I am lucky as well, to have someone as handsome as you to call mine hehe. "

He chuckles at her, kissing her forehead before ushering her to put her heels on. When he saw her bend down to strap her heels on though, he realized just how short her dress was. Half of her ass was on show, her lovely, white lace undies showing. He couldn't help but feel a bit protective, not wanting anyone else to see her like this. She was still busy with her shoes that she didn't really notice when he came behind her. She let out a startled cry, taken by surprise by the sharp sting blooming on her right cheek.

" I never noticed exactly how short this dress of yours was, Kitten. I don't know how I feel about you wearing this outside now, I wouldn't want to beat someone up. "

She shivered at his ton, arousement building up in her. She stood up quickly, hands going to the ends of her dress, pulling it down nervously.

" D-Daddy it's not that short, I am sure I will be fine as l-long as I don't move around too much, or bend down. " she tried to argue, not daring to look up at him.

He felt himself slip into his role, his jaw tightening a bit. He pulls her chin harshly, relishing in how he could make her whimper so beautifully. " I never said anything about taking it off baby, you look too beautiful in it. But I think I want to play with my Kitten for a little before we head out. Bend down on the bed, and spread your legs, don't take your heels off."

She wanted to defy him, tell him that they were going to run late, but she couldn't help wanting to be a good girl for him, to please him. As she nodded at him, she could feel herself get wet at the idea of what was about to come next. She couldn't stop herself from thinking of him inside her, filling her up with his cum. She layed down, following his instructions.

He came up behind her again, slowly taking off his suit jacket, placing it on the chair near her bed. He starts running his hands up her legs, loving how smooth her skin felt. He takes his right hand, gently massaging her right cheek, his other hand doing the same for the left one. Her soft whimpers, and moans every now, and then making him hard, urging him to stop the teasing. He crouches down, his fingers slowly making their way to her underwear, rubbing her her folds gently with the back of his fingers. She moaned out louder, pushing her hips back against his fingers, wanting more pressure, to feel more.

" Do you have any idea how delectable you look right now ? You look good enough to eat. I think I will have a taste of dessert before we go. " he says as he pulls down the underwear, leaning down, and getting his tongue in between her lips, licking her up.

She could all but moan out loud, her hands trying to grab onto anything, something to ground her down. His tongue just felt too good, licking her up in all the right places, getting her even wetter. She kept on pushing back on his tongue, wanting to feel more, desperate to feel him suck on her, eat her out like she was his last meal. He pulled away for a second, pulling her pussy lips apart, mesmerized by how wet she was, and kept on getting.

" Fuck you're so hot Kitten. Look at how wet you are for Daddy. You just love being my dirty baby, don't you ? Such a slutty princess, all for me. "

He dived back in, licking her up a bit more before moving to her clit, and sucking on it gently. The second he did that, he felt her legs closing around him, her movements more erratic, and desperate.

" Please Daddy, p-please can I come ? I-I can't hold on any long- Ahhhh ! Daddy please.. " she moaned out, urgently grinding down on his face, and tongue, everything too much, her clit already too sensitive.

He pulls away again, rubbing her clit fast, and hard as he spanks her ass hard, making her cry out. He wanted to deny her, to get her so close to bursting, but holding back every time, wanting to turn her into a begging, desperate girl. But he knew they had to go, or else they would run too late, so he granted her what she wanted.

" Go on baby, show Daddy how good he makes you feel. Cum for me Kitten, be a good girl for Daddy now. " He said, as he went back in. This time he sucked her clit hard, as one of his fingers made it's way to her entrance. He didn't even get 3 thrusts in before she moaned out his name loud, tightening on him as she came. He licked up all her juices as she continued to cum, squirting a bit over him. He continued his licking until she became too sensitive, high pitched whines falling from her mouth, trying to squirm away from his tongue.

He pulled away, and got up. He flipped her around before he kissed her hard, hands holding her jaw in place, making her take everything he had to give.

" You never fail to please me baby, such a good little girl for Daddy, aren't you ? My precious princess. Now, get your self fixed, and let's head out to the restaurant, we're most definitely running late. "

[natreidess]

1.885 retweets and I think at least 1.800 of them were made by thirsty lesbians 

[waesht]

* faints *