Beast. Part II.

23. Weird Genderfluid pervert, whatever gender is hottest. Hard kink blog

[weirder-gnawing-beast]

I guess I'm making a pinned post?

Genderfluid, huge pervert into hard kinks of various kinds as my description says.

please call me whatever gender is hottest for a scene, and pronouns also. unless I say otherwise lol.

PLEASE send me asks. conversation. pervert engagement. :3 if you see an ask game i reblogged and you wonder if you should send me asks from it. yes. you should. yes i mean you, person who thinks I'm not talking about them.

I will probably add more to this post when I think of it?

KINKS

dykebreaking/lgd, trans supremacy (fem or masc or otherwise, many flavors), detrans, ageplay...

[jackofallages]

Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.

[fakeboyfantasies]

Dosing a fakeboy with lactation pills while he’s tied spreadeagle. Watching his nipples darken and start dripping while he desperately tries to insist he still a boy. By morning she’s mooing and grinding against anything she can.

[dadtheexception]

letting men online control your bluetooth toy doesn’t count btw. you’re still a lesbian it’s not like a sex toy has a gender.

[dykeboycunt]

btw the quickest and easiest way to get some pussy is to find a fakeboy or a tbutch. the libido of a teenage boy but with the dripping wet slit of a desperate girl who can only think about cock. I mean trust me, she might as well be begging for it really. if you thought women were desperate during ovulation, you've really got to find one whos pumped herself full of testosterone. pin that bitch down and remind her who the real man in the situation is. don't worry if she screams and trashes, by the time you pull the first orgasm out of her she'll be begging you to breed her full.

[taylor-titmouse]

bluesky's doing some weird age verification shit so just to check: the only other place where your art is would be either substar or patreon, right? just wanna make sure since i am Not sending in my ssn/credit card to bluesky

yeah unfortunately bluesky is the current last bastion of uncensored, publicly posted art. i don't want to go back to twitter.

that said i've heard you can get around the age verification by switching to a different AT protocol, like witchsky. you use the same login. i haven't had to try it myself though

[fool-errant]

You can also use your pop up blocker to get around it.

Bluesky's age assurance sucks, here's how to work around it.

Bluesky's age assurance sucks, here's how to work around it. - bluesky-osa.md

[omorasheepie]

I just think uhm overstimulating a girl until she pees all over herself (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[hunter-creature]

Conditioning girls to relax at my touch is so amazing. Making my hands the force that makes you drop your shoulders and close your eyes with a small hum and an exhale of breath. Soon enough you never really want it to end. Always pressing close, always needing for me to handle you. To make you feel so good at the gentle melting of all that daily tension. I hardly even need to prompt anything. You'll just come to realize close is easiest place to be reached and when there is only one chair the floor will be fine for you. You won't need modesty when you just need my hands on you

[daddysbadbabe]

REBLOG if you are thinking of masturbating, you are masturbating or just got done masturbating.

[omowhimper]

quickie where sub is promised they can pee once their dom cums. getting bent over a bathroom sink or something, pants pulled down around their knees, sensitive bladder being jammed up against the counter every time their dom fucks into them.

they manage to get through until their dom is finished, but their dom just yanks the sub's pants back up, buttons them, and holds the writhing sub there until they have no option but to wet themselves while still squirming and mumbling how unfair it is

[d4ddysc0msl0t]

cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.

[cumpie99]

Found this online:

You're my gynecologist. We live in a society that grants gynecologists the power to choose which women will become freeuse as a career. Gynecologists were the best option for this job because they have intimate access to women's bodies and pussies. They can tell which women will be most enjoyable for men to use.

You've just strapped me down, naked, onto your examination table. It's common procedure for gynecologists in our world to prevent women from interfering with their job duties and so you have free access to our bodies.

You've strapped my hands to a metal loop above my head. There's straps across my chest and over my hips binding me to the table, and a couple holding my legs into the stirrups. It's time for the procedure you most enjoy performing - dominating a pussy so the woman knows to keep her legs spread for men to enjoy.

"I've decided your body is exquisite," you tell me, nonchalantly, as you scribble something on your clipboard. "It's in perfect health. Your tits are perky, your ass is firm, and your pussy looks tight."

I gasp in shock at your language. You've dropped the polite, detached lingo of a medical professional and assumed slang language. I've heard the stories from other women. I know you're no longer looking at me as if I were your patient. Instead you're judging the quality of my body and considering whether my pussy should be made freeuse. I've heard of this happening to other women, of course, but I never thought it could happen to me.

I'm still in shock when you set the clipboard down on the counter and begin unbuckling your belt. You smile at me as you unbutton and unzip your trousers, reach inside, and pull out your hard cock. It's thick, long, and flushed.

"Of course, I'll have to check for myself first. I can't make a professional determination unless I sink my cock into that pussy. Has a man already used your pussy, or did your hymen naturally break?"

I start to cry quietly as you step up between my spread legs, your cock in hand and pointed at my exposed pussy. My nipples are hard and my pussy glistens. I can't help that it's wet.

"Just..just one..." I manage between quiet sobs.

You hum. "Practically a virgin, then. Excellent," you say, staring down at my little pussy. Then you look up at me. "My cock is going to stretch that tight pussy, so be a good girl and tell me what that feels like when it does."

"Noo.." I whimper. "Please don't do this."

Something hard and blunt rubs between my pussy lips. I can hear the sound of my own wetness being stirred. I look down to see you holding your cock, moving it up and down between my smooth pussy lips. The head of your cock separates my little pussy lips and it looks like my pussy lips are suckling your wet cock head.

"This is my favorite part of examining a new pussy," you say, staring me in the eyes. You rest the head of your cock against my tight little entrance. "They pay me to tie you down, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy, and look how wet your pussy is..even though you're crying."

"No, stop," I whisper. "Please stop!"

"Beg me to stop."

"Please, please, I beg you--" I gasp and fall silent as you choose this moment, when I'm begging you not to fuck me, to push the head of your thick cock into my entrance. "Ahh!" I cry out. My body quivers.

You grin, watching my reaction as you penetrate my entrance and stretch my hole. "Good girrrl. You like that? You like my cock in your pussy?"

"No.. please..please take it out," I whimper, even as I feel my pussy walls excitedly flutter around your cock head.

You're breathing harder now. "Aw, poor sweet little pussy. Ask me to stop again."

"Please stop! Please take your cock out of my pus--ahhh!"

Again you cut me off, pushing your cock deeper inside my pussy. "Fuck yes, you're so tight," you say, looking down at yourself penetrating me. "Wow, look how your little pussy lips are stretched around my shaft. Tight pussy. You are definitely going to make a lot of men happy. But first this pussy has to take my whole cock. Are you ready?"

I shake my head.

"Aw, sweetie," you say as you wrap your hands around my hips and grin at me again. "It doesn't matter if you're ready." You step forward and slowly push the rest of your cock into my soaking pussy.

"Ahhh!" I squeal as your thick cock spreads my walls. I moan as it rubs all the little nerves inside my pussy.

"Take it," you say, breathlessly as you bottom out inside my pussy.

I whimper and bite my lip. My thighs tremble.

"Take it. Take my cock. Take all of it, deep inside your pussy, like a good girl. Fuck this is a tight pussy, like a cock sleeve. Mm. Good pussy."

You press your hips into my body, holding your cock deep inside me, letting it stretch my pussy.

"It's...mmm... it's too big...mmm" I whisper between whimpers, tears on my cheeks.

"Tell me how it feels. How does my cock feel buried inside your pussy?"

"It's too big.. it.. it hurts.. it's stretching my pussy," I reply. But it also feels so good. I can't help it when I moan.

You laugh. "You're soaking my balls with your cunt juice. You like this. You like your legs spread wide, strapped down so anyone who walks in can see your pussy. You want me to dominate your pussy, don't you?"

I quietly sob and shake my head.

"Don't lie. Tell me, beg me, to dominate your pussy. Tell me that's what your pussy is for, to be used by men."

I frown up at you, my breasts jiggling with my sniffles. "Please.. please dominate my pussy..." I sniffle again. "My pussy is for men to use."

"Good girl." You lean forward and take my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You pinch them gently and lift, stretching them upward and teasing them. "Now, say 'my body is for any man to use'."

Pleasure washes over my breasts. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but I feel my pussy walls flutter around your cock again. Part of me wishes I could spread my legs open further for you. I want to feel your body press against my open pussy lips and rub against my exposed clit. My hips squirm under the strap holding me down.

You laugh again. "Say it."

"Mm.. my body.. oh.. my body is for any... oh..oh.. any man to use."

You laugh and wiggle your hands to jiggle my breasts. "Good girl. I know you like being used. That's what your pussy is for. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, everyone in the office will hear you moan."

You release my breasts. For a second I think you're going to lean back, but instead you lean forward and plant your elbow on either side of my head. You body rests upon mine. You're staring into my eyes and I realize you want to watch my reaction while you fuck me.

"Here we go," you smile at me.

I frown up at you as I feel you draw your hips back. Your cock slowly slides out of my pussy until just the head of your cock remains inside. I feel my pussy walls close in the absence of your cock.

I gasp as I feel your cock slide back into my tight hole, separating my pussy walls and penetrating deep into my pussy. There's nothing I can do to stop you. My legs are tied wide open. Your body rests over mine like a blanket, pressing down on my breasts. My hands are tied over my head and you're staring down at me, taking up every bit of my reaction to the unwanted pleasure you're forcing upon my body. Fresh tears roll down my cheeks as I realize you're starting to fuck me.

You grin. "Cry for me, baby." You smash your balls against my soft, smooth, wet pussy lips to ensure you're as deep inside me as you can go. You grunt. "Uh! Yeah, cry baby. I love it when they cry," you say as you hips reverse and you pull your cock out of my tight pussy again.

You repeat the movement several times, slowly fucking in and out of me. I can feel your body shake, as of you're holding back. I gasp each time your cock penetrates my pussy. You're going so slow that each time it feels like the first - like I've just been penetrated by your thick cock for the first time. In... and out.. your cock head stretching my hole. Then, in.. and out.. with your cock head lingering. Over and over. Then you pause with your cock buried inside my pussy.

"Okay, my pretty little pussy. Now I'm going to fuck you hard. It's okay if you scream while I pound your pussy." You slide your hands up to grip the edge of the table and you lower your head beside my ear. "I love this part," you whisper into my ear. "It's when I break you and you realize you're going to spend the next 20 years of your life with your legs spread wide, your pussy exposed for men to use."

Then you draw your hips back and quickly thrust your hard cock deep into my pussy.

I squeal. "Uhh!" A rush of pleasure floods my body and I feel my pussy gush over your cock.

You don't stop. You pound my pussy, thrusting your hips forward and back. I can hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together. You're grunting on top of me with each thrust, "Uh, uh, uh, yeah, fuck, uh, uh, tight, pussy, fuck, uh, uh, take my cock, take it!"

I'm moaning and sobbing softly as I realize you're going to make me cum. I can feel the pleasure building inside my pussy and part of me wants you to fuck me harder. The exam table shakes as you writhe on top of my bound body, breathless as your hips thrust.

My pussy tightens. My walls shrink around your cock and I can hear the sloppy sounds of your cock thrusting in my own juices.

"Noo..." I whimper.

"Yeah, uh, uh... fucking take it... cum on my cock, you freeuse whore...legs spread, pussy wet, letting me fuck you...you love this...you love being used...wait until I sell the recording of this, of the first time you took a cock in your freeuse pussy, and everyone hears the way you moan on my cock."

I cum. My pussy clenches on your cock, squeezing it rhythmically, over and over, my walls fluttering all over your shaft and cock head. "Uhhhhh!" I groan as my pussy leaks all over your cock and balls. My whole body tightens. I've never had an orgasm this powerful.

You slam your cock deep inside my pussy, your body pressing against my pussy lips. You groan long and loud and, as your cock pulses inside my pussy, I realize you're cumming. My pussy milks the cum from your cock, rippling along and sucking your cock for every drop of cum.

"Good girl," you whisper in my ear as we come down from our orgasms. "I'm going to use your pussy again before I release you. I'll just keep my cock warm inside your pussy until I'm ready," you say, and I feel your body relax on top of mine, your cock softening inside my used pussy

[lewdpseud]

at a tickle party, hypnotized and age regressed to meet these conditions: I can't cum without permission. I can't remember how to make myself cum. I only sort of know what an orgasm is. I know it's embarrassing to be naked around all these big smart people, but I don't really know why. The only words I can say are, "Can you make me cum, please?"

my dom walks me around on a leash so everyone has a chance to teach me what these big new feelings are, and tickle-punish me for forgetting in the first place.

[lewdpseud]

I'm totally confused, I don't know why I'm there or what a tickle party is. Every question I try to ask comes out as, "Can you make me cum, please?"

Some people take the time to explain how my tingling parts work, but most just tickle me, thrust their hands between my legs, or flick my nipples to make me squeal. Some are silent while they make me cum, listening to me say, "Can you make me cum, please?" with more and more frightened confusion until that big sweet tidal wave overwhelms me and I'm stretched out embarrassed in front of them.

[pr3ttypunisher]

“i can’t… i’m so close, i can’t hold it…” her whining desperately. my fingers pumping inside her. knowing her bladder is full. “it’s okay, baby. just relax.” her shaking her head. “no, i have to hold it—” curling my fingers gently. spreading her legs wider. gripping her thigh. “you don’t have to hold anything, sweetheart.” pumping slowly. adding my thumb to her clit. rubbing gentle circles. her gasping. hips moving involuntarily. grinding against my hand. feeling a tiny leak. warmth against my fingers. her eyes going wide. “oh no, i’m sorry—” “shh, baby. it’s okay.” kissing her forehead. not stopping. still pumping. still rubbing. “if you leak, it’s fine.” her whimpering. “but i don’t want to—” speeding up slightly. she leaks more. gasping. “i’m trying so hard—” “i know you are, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” kissing her cheek. moving my free hand to her lower stomach. resting above her pubic bone. pressing down gently on her bladder. her crying out. “please don’t—” leaking more now. warm against my fingers. “there you go, baby.” kissing her again. “you’re being so good.” her grinding desperately. trying to cum before losing control. adding another finger. three now. stretching her. filling her. “oh god—” pumping all three. curling them. pressing her bladder. her moaning. leaking with each thrust. can’t hold it. “i’m leaking, i’m sorry—” “don’t apologize. you’re perfect.” rubbing her faster. three fingers deep. thumb on her clit. hand pressing her bladder. she’s losing control. leaking more. grinding eagerly. “i’m so close but i can’t stop—” “then don’t stop. let go of everything.” curling harder. pressing her bladder more. her crying out. both building. “i’m gonna cum—” “let it all go, baby.” pumping faster. rubbing harder. pressing firmly. her suddenly tensing. back arching. “i can’t hold it—” everything releasing. orgasming hard. clenching tight. moaning. bladder letting go completely. warmth flooding my hand. soaking everything. still cumming. still pissing. “good girl, that’s my good girl.” working her through it. fingers pumping. thumb rubbing. drawing it out. her shaking. gasping. finally slowing. both stopping. body going limp. shaking. carefully pulling out. she’s soaked. hiding her face. “i made such a mess—” “shh, baby.” turning her face gently. kissing her. “you were perfect.” her eyes watering. “really?” “really, sweetheart. so good for me.” pulling her close. “so so good.” her curling in. still shaking. “i tried so hard…” “i know, baby. you were beautiful.”

[littleyellowfox]

So I’m in the car with a friend. We’re close and I know she’s into omo, but we’ve never done anything together. I’m feeling really sleepy and it’s warm out. We’ve been drinking apple juice which is my favourite. We’ve been driving a lot, but we’ll be at the hotel in about two hours. I need to pee, but not super badly. I can hold it.

It’s warm, and I’m getting really sleepy. She’s drinking some more juice and asks me if I want some. I have a sip, but my bladder starts to feel really uncomfortable. We drive past a rest stop. I just notice it and then it’s gone and I’m really mad at myself for not saying anything. I’m nibbling my lip.

“How long do you think it’ll be?” I say.

She tells me about an hour and forty minutes. That’s nothing, I can hold that long. I shut my eyes. I remember being a kid and having to go real bad in the back of the car, and asking them to stop but they wouldn’t. I remember a little bit leaking out and then a little bit more. It felt so warm. Uh-oh, I realise that’s the wrong thing to think about, because I gotta go even more.

I look for more rest stops, but I don’t think there are any before the hotel. We’re turning off the main road now, and onto the windy country roads with way less people and less chance to pull over. I feel kinda shy about my need even though I don’t think my friend would be annoyed. It’s better not to say anything. I nibble my thumb.

Then two bad things happen: we get stuck behind a really slow tractor for ages, and the next road we’re on is really rough and full of holes and I feel it right in my bladder. My hand goes between my legs and I really gotta go and I feel little and anxious.

“Uh oh,” I say. That’s not a very grown-up thing to say but I feel so anxious and all I can think about is that I gotta pee.

“What’s wrong?” my friend says.

I chew my lip. “I gotta pee really bad,” I say at last.

“Oh dear,” she says. “How bad?”

“Ummm.” I squeeze my hand between my legs. It really hurts now. “I don’t think I can make it much longer.”

She puts her hand on my knee. “It’s about an hour, still, to the hotel. We lost time behind that damn tractor.”

I whimper. I can’t help it. “I gotta go now. I’m sorry. Can we pull over?”

“I’ll try,” she says. The road isn’t busy, but it’s really narrow, and there are houses all round with big gardens. There’s no place I could go behind a bush, but no restaurants or shops either.

I hadn’t realised it was so bad. At first I felt sleepy and it seemed like I could just hold it. But I gotta go like burning now, and I keep wriggling. I feel almost like I might panic, you know, because it’s so bad and I can’t keep it in, but I have to and I don’t know what to do.

“There’s a towel in the backseat for emergencies,” my friend says.

I’m not sure what she means. Is she giving me permission to pee myself? But wouldn’t she be mad at me if I did that? We talked about omo a few times before, but it’s never been a reality. My cheeks are hot. “Uhh?” I ask her.

“It’s OK, you can sit on it. If you leak, it’s OK.”

“I feel like I might burst,” I tell her honestly. “I gotta go so so bad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK. I don’t mind,” she says. “We’ve talked about this before, remember.”

I grab the towel. I’m shifting from one thigh to the other and each bump in the road makes me feel like I’m going to let go. “But it’s different when it’s your car,” I say.

I put the towel under my butt. I’m tearing up. I don’t mean to but I just have to go so bad and it’s so sore and I don’t want it to happen. I nibble my thumb. Then I feel it, a little hot leak in my pants, and I whimper.

“Did you go a little?”

“Uh-huh.” My eyes are full of tears, one run downs my cheek.

“Aww, honey. You should just let go. We did drink a lot of juice.”

“Don’t talk about juice,” I try to joke. I squirm hard. It hurts so bad. Now that one leak has come out, I find myself relaxing just a little, and another leak comes out and wets my bottom. Ooooh. That does feel a little better, but once I clamp down I’ve got to go as bad as ever.

“Are you sure you won’t be mad if I get your car wet?” I say.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she says. “I’ve been there.”

I’m still looking out the window for someplace to stop. But I can’t help letting a little more out. It feels so good. I ball my hands into fists, trying to hold tight. When I move my hands away from my crotch I can see that it’s soaked, and it’s super obvious because I’m wearing thin beige trousers.

“I’m having an accident,” I say softly, as I feel another trickle come out. It’s SO HARD to hold on now that I’ve started, and I feel it running down my leg, a long warm gush.

“I know,” my friend says. “It’s OK, you can clean up at the hotel.”

I whimper again. I feel so little and so warm in the car, and so naughty. Even though she’s said it’s OK I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I feel it run between my legs, and suddenly I’m really letting go, it’s too hard to stop, and there’s a loud hissing sound and I’m just going and going.

The pee soaks through the towel and ends up on the floor of the car too. I can’t believe it. It feels so good too, now it’s begun I suddenly feel so relaxed, so warm and safe and wet. “Uh oh,” I find myself whispering, as I feel my shoes squelch.

“Don’t worry,” my friend says. “It’s pretty hot, actually. And I’m glad you’re not sore any more.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I say.

“It doesn’t feel so bad, does it?” she says.

And now I’m wet and relaxed, I have to agree with her. It feels naughty and strange and good.

[desperatedyke]

You know when you have a full bladder and you lie on your front and you’re really horny and desperate to pee and it feels so good that you’re fucking the mattress but it just has to make you go more? Yeah. That.

[dykeinspaceofficial]

Hey, just a quick little reminder for those that maybe need it:

It’s fun to pretend a kink has fully corrupted every aspect of your life, and that it isn’t “just a kink” anymore. But it is just a kink. You can stop and take a break anytime if you want to. If you genuinely feel like it’s not just a kink anymore, you should consider taking a break from kink until the line between fantasy and reality firms up again. Similarly, if it’s (negatively) impacting your grades or work performance, it may be time to take a step back.

It is just a kink. If your dom, play partner(s), etc refuse to step out of the “bit,” as it were, in order to negotiate, talk boundaries and limits, and other basic responsible kink stuff, I personally feel like that’s a bit of a red flag. It’s similar to when doms barge into subs’ inboxes calling them whores and sluts before asking for your name, or when subs start calling doms daddy/mommy without permission first. You should be able to have a normal, human conversation with this person before you do anything kinky.

It is just a kink. Thought crime isn’t real, you aren’t doing anything wrong. Is everyone having fun? Is everyone a consenting adult? Great, you keep doing you.

It is just a kink. With the exception of hypnosis and similar conditioning, no one can change the fundamentals of who you are as a person. Even in the case of hypno, you should have very strong trust with your partner before you do that, and a responsible tist will give you failsafes and escape routes, if you will, so you can still safeword and end a scene if you need to. Anyone trying to change who you are as a person outside of a scene or dynamic should be side-eyed.

It is just a kink. It should be fun. Obviously things happen and we sometimes have not-so-fun experiences in kink, but on average, if you’re not having fun, I think you might doing something wrong. (This isn’t to say you can’t do dark/scary/fucked up things as scenes—but be conscious of if you’re doing it because it’s fun/cathartic/a net positive for you, or if you’re doing it as a form of self harm.)

And as always, everyone gets aftercare, and never use numbing lube for anal ever