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“That’s my girl” as you’re cumming 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Want audios of you whimpering my name as you cum

You’re okay, sweetheart. Relax and breathe deep. Slow down your breaths and close your eyes. You’re safe. You’re loved. Lay your head on me and rest.

It’s okay to be angry, afraid, upset. But hurting yourself with those feelings will just make you sick. It’s okay to feel that way, and it’s okay to let those feelings pass, too.

You’ve got a big life to live, and you’ve only just begun. You’re braver than you know; stronger than you realize. Today, just rest. Take care of yourself. Tomorrow will be different, and we’ll face it when we get there.

Her type. The group of girls giggle and talk about what they like. “Oof, tall guys make me melt.” Says one, twirling her hair. “I love a woman with piercings.” Says another dreamily. “Blue eyes. Send help.” Says the third, kicking her feet. “What about you?” The group asks. The shy girl stares out the window, avoiding the question. “I… uh… I… don’t have a type?” Her friends roll their eyes.

The bouncer checks her license thoroughly. She’s used to it. He hands it back suspiciously. “Okay, go ahead.” The group takes over a booth in the busy bar. A few rounds of drinks as they laugh and tell stories. As the designated driver, she sips on her soda. Her eyes scan the crowd, barely paying attention to the anecdotes.

She makes a solo trip to the bar to refill her glass. Standing in line, the man behind her strikes up a conversation. “Hello, can I buy you a drink?” Primed to refuse, the girl turns to look at him and freezes. “eep!” She squeaks. The man is at least two decades older than her, fit and well dressed. Inches away in the crowded space, she babbles incoherently.

“…is that a yes…?” His tone is gentle and calm. The girl awkwardly points at her empty glass. “…uh, soda… just…” She trails off. “Okay, even better.” The man chuckles as they approach the bar. He orders for her, collecting two beverages. Handing her the free drink, the older man tries to carry on their conversation. At a loss for words, she laughs at everything he says. Her eyes keep darting to her friends, terrified they might interrupt.

“I don’t want to keep you too long…” The man reads her nervous disposition. “…can I give you my number?” Her jaw drops. “I… would that be inappropriate…?” Pangs of fear as her friend makes eye contact with her from across the room. Only seconds to make her decision. “Yes! Here, take it…” She snatches his phone from his hands and types in her phone number. A hasty check to make sure she put it in correctly, and she scurries back to her table.

“Ohmygod, was that old guy hitting on you?” One of her friends asks. “Ew, He’s like forty at least.” The girl leaps to his defence. “No! He was just being nice! We were just chatting in line.” The group doesn’t believe it. “I bet he was trying to fuck you. You’re like half his age, what a creep.” She takes an awkward sip of her soda. “…you really think so…?”

The night gets sloppy. She herds her friends into the tiny car and makes sure they all get home safe. At the first stop, one of the drunk girls loses her keys in the cushions and takes forever to fish them out. The girl checks her phone. A text from him. Nice meeting you tonight. Her heart jumps. I hope I didn’t make you too nervous. She hides her screen as she types her reply. Not at all! I thought you were really kind.

“Who’re you texting?” One of the passengers slurs. “Just an email.” She lies. Are you home? Almost, just dropping off my friends. The keys are found. Will you tell me when you are? Yes! Thanks for checking in <3. Another stop, another friend deposited. The girl checks her phone compulsively. Finally, her car is empty. She parks at her house and goes inside.

Home safe! She stares at her screen until he replies. Glad to hear it. She chews on her lip. A quick decision. She taps her reply and tosses the phone on her bed as if it bit her. The girl paces around her room. When it buzzes, the girl pounces on it. Below her home address is his response. You’re pretty close. I can be there in fifteen minutes. She giggles to herself. Great~ see you soon <3

He knocks at her door. She cracks it and peers past him as if her friends would be waiting on the street, judging her. “Uhm, hi.” An awkward greeting. “Hello, miss.” A confident greeting. The girl lets him in. Panic fills her body as he gives her a gentle hug. “I… uhm, I don’t usually do this… I just, uh…”

The older man closes the door behind himself. Turning back, the girl is on her knees. Panic, shame, and embarrassment fill her eyes as she undoes his belt. Irrationally terrified that he’ll run away, or someone will walk in and make fun of their age gap, the girl seizes her opportunity. Wrapping her lips around his soft cock, she starts to suck.

Compared to a younger man, it takes him a minute or two more to get hard. She gets to enjoy feeling him grow in her mouth for a bit longer. His fingers stroke her cheek as she gives him head in the entrance of her home. I hope he likes it. His cock twitches when her tongue runs underneath his shaft. “Ah – good little girl…” She gets wet like a good little girl does.

“Let’s get comfortable.” The man suggests. They strip each other as they work their way through the house. In the kitchen, he pulls down her soaked panties and buries his face between her thighs. “Oh gawsh… you… do that…?” A muffled chuckle as he licks her cunt. “Of course, sweetheart. Your pussy tastes amazing.” He fingers her as she squirms. “I love that, thank you…”

The girl’s stomach drops when he sees her room. Pink and girly and covered in stuffies. “I think it’s cute…” She tries to justify her décor. “I think it’s very cute, too.” He holds her hand, walking the girl to the bed. “You don’t think it’s dumb…?” She spreads her legs, looking for his approval. “You’re a young lady, there’s nothing wrong with having a cute bedroom.” The girl shudders as he licks her pussy again.

“Is this okay?” Naked in her pink sheets, he rubs his cock against her wet hole. She panics. “What, do you mean because I’m too young for you?” The older man kisses her forehead. “I meant the way I’m touching you.” The head of his dick makes circles around her clit. She whimpers, embarrassed again. “…yeah, sorry…” He runs his fingers through her hair.

“Nothing wrong with fucking an older guy, sweetie…” The girl stares up into the faint laugh lines around his eyes. “…just a little hookup…” Her face lights up in a bright smile. “Yeah… You’re right...” She reaches down and touches his cock. “…Just a little hookup…” Guiding him inside her, they feel each other’s warmth. “Oh, yes. God, you’re tight.”

The girl giggles, then gasps as he thrusts inside her. “Mmhm! Tight and wet for you, mister…” Her hands press against his muscled chest. “Might have to be a little rough with me to make it fit.” She bites her lip, still shy. The girl shudders when he growls and forces his cock all the way inside. “Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll make it work.” A shared moan. Kiddo. She presses her lips into his.

He’s strong and firm and cautious and powerful. The experienced man keeps a steady pace, letting her enjoy every thrust. He takes breaks to lick her pussy. He rubs her clit and hugs her close. When he needs her to move, she feels him gently lift her and set her down in just the right spot. The man spanks her with just enough force to make it sting. He chokes her with just enough pressure to make her cum.

She’s soft and pliable and sweet and sexy. The young lady is encouraging and brave, begging and asking for more. She sucks his cock and drools spit onto her pussy. The girl takes his hands and puts them everywhere. Full of youthful energy, she’ll ride his cock for as long as it takes. She lets him use her like a sex toy until he cums inside.

A text from her friend in the morning. Did I forget my jacket at yours? She responds instantaneously. No. I’ll look for it later. I’m busy, don’t come over. The older man laughs at her brash response, reading over her shoulder. They sit in front of her mirror, the girl in his lap, his cock in her pussy. He finishes putting in her pigtails as she grinds on his dick.

“There you go, princess.” The braids start to bounce as her hips drop against his. “Ah! Thank you, daddy… do I look pretty?” He admires the naked girl’s reflection. “You look perfect.” She grins shamelessly, increasing her pace. Worn hands stroke her back. “…Will you hold onto them while you fuck me, daddy…?”

We fantasize about a lot of sketchy things on this blog. Fantasy is fun. But if any of you think that rights should be taken away from humans, or that certain people need to be told what they can and can't do with their own bodies, you need to leave this blog, unfollow, and never come back.

Periodic reminder that it's perfectly normal to be turned on by fantasies that you dont want to try in real life

you'll just be minding ur business and then suddenly the air smells like an august evening in 2005

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

Men who are soft with you. Who treat you like you’re small and delicate. Who pay attention to what you like and want to make you happy. Who would put you in your place and break you in half.

What is Primal Play?

Primal has various descriptions and meanings from the primal play community as a whole. Each rank also tends to mean different things or behaviors for many other primal play individuals or they do not believe in ranks at all. The biggest misunderstanding that I’ve seen about primal play is that it’s always animal play. That’s not true. I would classify animal play under the umbrella of being “primal.” But you don’t have to be animalistic at all to tap into your primal side. Many people have trouble acting on their instincts in bed. They’re too concerned with protocol. They frequently overthink and find themselves unable to relax. The resulting sex is often awkward and stilted. Acting on instinct is a very powerful thing. We reject the “shoulds” in favor of raw emotion and physical desire. Raw instinct can be rough, and it’s not for the faint of heart for when it does. It’s also not for partners who haven’t established the foundation of trust necessary for such an intense experience with their Alphas/Hunters/Predators etc. For some folks it’s wrestling, hair pulling, biting, nipping, or guttural/growling/mewling/chirping like sounds. For others, it’s laughter, tears, body-to-body massage, mutual masturbation, or licking each other everywhere. Power play, chasing, hunting down each other either one on one or as a pack or group establishment. It’s free from shame. It’s joy. And I don’t think there’s anything else in the world quite like it. The main types of play play in behavior is hair pulling, clawing, biting, scratching, hickies, scent marking (rubbing your faces against the other person to get your perfume/natural scent on them, if your into water play using fluids ,not everyone does this, or sharing your perfume/cologne with others to 'wear their' scents on your clothing or body. Other types are power displays by stalking, hunting, chasing down, wrestling till submission or who can be worn out first into submission, providing their strength that they are the best for that person (this often comes out during breeding kinks).

I wanna turn someone into a sopping wet, sloppy, whimpering mess.

For submissives who fear being a "burden".

Note: This post was stimulated by one from @daidi-dragan-glas with a similar theme. It's his pinned post and worth seeing.

I've seen posts by or about submissives who fear "being a burden" to a dominant. Who worry that their submissive needs, their anxiety issues, their self-esteem issues, or whatever, might be "too much" for their dominant.

I've also seen submissives who are struggling with something and keep that from their dominant because they don't want to "burden" him with that.

One way of answering that is to say you aren't a burden. But I'll say it a little differently. You are exactly the burden we want.

I can't speek for all doms and I won't presume to say what a "real" dominant feels, but the kind of dominant I am CRAVES that burden. We crave all the burdens. Whether it's the literal burden like your heavy suitcase or the metaphorical burden of your fears and anxieties, or the burden of planning for our travel together or our joint finances, doing what we are able to do to take on those burdens makes us feel fulfilled.

You know how you feel when you play your submissive role, giving us pleasure, looking up to us, allowing us to lead? Playing your role as a submissive makes you feel complete. Well, for me and other doms like me, taking on those burdens completes us in very much the same way. It's doing what we were meant to do.

A dream😩

Fucking a sensitive little girl into overstimulation untill they're whimpering and whining just for you to leave soft kisses all over their body while telling them they're a good little cumwhore.

i need the fucking size difference. i need him to be bigger than me. i need him to be stronger than me. i need him to throw me around and manhandle me. i need him to fuck me so hard that i break. and i wouldn’t be able to fight him even if i wanted to.

Reblog if all your dignity and self respect disappears when your pussy gets wet.

crying “daddy🥺 daddy🥺 daddy🥺 daddy🥺” as he’s pounding into my cervix would fix me

Feeling how tiny and weak you are underneath him with every thrust

I want to be blackmailed by my boss after he catches me watching porn on my phone. I'm only allowed to wear lingerie under a trench coat to the office and be used as the office whore when I make mistakes. And they can breed me whenever they want to.

I imagine you are going to make a lot of mistakes on purpose for the fun of being punished.

ok but like imagine you were tricked into being the office fuckdoll for a night 🙈

you’re brand new to the office and get invited to the office christmas party last second

you accept not knowing the last person to accept the offer has to be entertainment for the night

you get there and are immediately manhandled by a strong male coworker

before you can really begin to struggle and fight back you’re tied down to a table

you’re forcefully stripped naked

everyone can see your pussy absolutely dripping and making a mess

you go to cry but your panties are stuffed in your mouth

it starts with people groping your tits

caresses and squeezes turn to painful pinching and twisting

people start exploring your fuck hole

at first people just give you a rub here and there, some just collecting your girl juices to taste for themselves

one woman temporarily removes your panties to force her fingers down your throat, making you taste your own girl juice

then people start inserting things into your needy hole

you get fingered over and over again, the people fucking you barely acknowledge your presence, chit chatting with other party guests as if you aren’t there, you leak even more

someone forces a beer bottle into your cunt, they rub your clit and force you to have cummies around the bottle

the bottle catches some of your girl cum, you’ve never been more humiliated

then people start pumping your inferiority hole with cocks

at first the men pull out to finish on your tits and your thighs but then they start shooting their hot sperm inside you

the panties in your mouth prevent you from screaming that you’re not on birth control

some of the men grunt filth about breeding your fuck hole anyway, as if they know they can impregnate you

your panties are ripped from your mouth as people begin forcing you to perform oral

cocks and pussies alike take turns sitting on your face, men and women alike forcing you to lick their dirty assholes

at this point though you’ve accepted you’re nothing more than a cumdump

someone starts using the cum from your pussy to lube up your ass, you’re too distracted with the fat cock down your throat and someone pinching your nipples to notice

you can’t even scream when your asshole is r4ped in one swift go by the fattest cock you’ve ever felt in your life

by the end of the night everyone in the office has had their fair share of you, at one point you had 4 dicks inside of you

you had so many cummies and squirtys you lost track, truly being fucked dumb by the end of the night

all of your holes were used, abused, and puffy, you were absolutely covered in cum and you were sure you’d be leaking even more for days

the office had turned you in to their perfect bimbo slut doll

the next time you go into work your tits are hanging out of your blouse and your skirt is so short everyone can see your bare pussy underneath

you understand your new role at the office

“You’re so helpful!” His wife graciously takes the smoothie from the maid as she heads out the door. They had hired her a few months ago to help around the house, and the couple quickly got used to the convenience of a servant. The maid smiles and waves the woman off to work, before turning back to the kitchen where she starts to take the dishes from the washer.

Bending over to attend to her work, the husband catches an eyeful. Her short tennis skirt hides nothing when she leans over, and her lacy white underwear is in full view of the married man. His eyes drink it in, unable to look away from her young, firm bum. The maid straightens up, putting the dishes into the cabinet and showing off her long slender limbs. She hums a cute tune as she works.

Shaking his head, he takes his coffee to his home office. I’m just looking. It’s not cheating, it’s normal, anybody would look. He rationalizes to himself. Stopping at the doorway, the maid has pranced over to him. “Before you start work, is there anything you want me to do for you today?” Her chipper voice stuns him, and he fumbles through his thoughts. “Anything, sir?” He swears the innuendo is intentional - no, he must just be projecting.

“No, just the usual housekeeping. And you don’t need to call me sir. You can call me by my name.” The maid looks disappointed. “Oh, okay… Just the usual then…” She twirls her hair. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to call you sir…” She looks nervous, as if she’s searching for an excuse. “It’s… more professional?” An awkward pause fills the air. “Fine, I don’t care.” He concedes, and her face lights up with a bright smile. “Thank you, sir!”

He has a productive morning. Filled with energy, he pours it into his creative work. It doesn’t help disperse his thoughts, instead it focuses them. He sighs and pushes away his keyboard, unable to rid himself of the image of the maid’s beautiful body. Exiting his office, he wanders to the kitchen to refill his coffee.

Passing by the living room, the maid is kneeled on all fours, trying to clean under the couch. Shamelessly, he walks behind her to take another peek under her skirt. The man is shocked to see nothing underneath. Her bare, tight pussy shines through her thigh gap, perfectly framed by her gorgeous ass. Frozen, the married man watches her hips wiggle back and forth.

Turning her head around, an evil smile on her face, the maid’s chipper voice calls out to him. “Do you need something from me, sir?” He feels a primal anger well up inside him. He wasn’t just imagining things. This fucking slut had been teasing him for months. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He barks at her. “I’m sorry, sir” she says coyly, rolling over and sliding onto the couch. “My pussy gets really wet from serving you, sir. I can’t help it, see?”

As she spawls out on the couch, she lifts up her legs and skirt. One hand pulls open her freshly shaved pussy to reveal her wet little hole. She slips two fingers in easily, then waves them in a peace sign at the man. Strands of cum hang between her open fingers. Furious, he steps forward and snatches her wrist. “You little cocktease. Flashing your naked body at me like a whore.” He pushes her cum stained hand above her head.

Her other hand reaches for his pants, and skillfully unzips them, taking out his hard cock. She touches it gently, feeling the veins from his raging erection. “I’m sorry I got you so worked up, sir. Let me take care of that for you, sir…” She guides his thick cock into her tight pussy. He grabs her hand and pulls it up above her head, holding her down on the couch. But it is too late, his cock is buried in her young body and it feels amazing.

Without thinking, he pushes himself as deep as he can go. As far in as her small pussy will allow, he feels that an inch of his cock is still outside her. Quickly he pumps his dick into her as hard as he can, desperate to fit his entire manhood inside the slut who had teased him for so long. To no avail, her small pussy can’t fit his entire cock.

The man fucks her like a wild animal, pounding his hips into her body. He pins both hands above her head with his firm right grip, his large fist fully covering her skinny wrists. The left hand pulls up her shirt, groping at her breasts before squeezing around her throat. She gasps and turns pink, squeaking out a faint “Thank you so much, sir…”

His eyes drop to his own hand. The gold ring around his finger a shocking reminder of what he’s doing. Her pussy is too tight, too warm, too wet, too fuckable to stop now. Besides, he’s already started, what does it matter if he finishes? It’s not his fault, it’s this slut’s fault. She started this. This homewrecking whore needs to be punished.

He spits on the maid’s face. Releasing his choke, she gasps for air, yelling in pleasure. “Fuck me, sir! Fuck me harder, please!” He smacks her across the cheek, then spanks each of her tits. He hits her hard, and she screams. “Yes, thank you, sir! Abuse my little body! Thank you! More!” He slaps her face a dozen more times, drool rolling from her cock-drunk mouth. Her pussy tightens with each strike. Completely lost in her body, the married man breeds the maid.

He pulls his cock from the servant. His cum leaks out of her onto the sofa. She slides down off the couch and goes to suck his cock. She licks the evidence off him greedily, slurping on his balls to make sure not a drop of cum remains. He stumbles back toward the kitchen with a mixture of euphoria and fear. Looking back to the maid, he watches her play with her creampied pussy. Her face is buried in the couch, licking his cum off the cushions. Within a few minutes, no stain remains.

The next day she brings him coffee in his office. Setting down the cup she lifts up her skirt and shows him the vibrator in her pussy and silicone plug in her ass. She hands him a remote for the vibrator and crawls under the desk. She sucks his cock while he works, he turns up the vibrations whenever he gets close, a sign for her to facefuck herself and finish him. Throughout the morning, he cums three times. Each one unloaded onto her pretty face. She loses track of her own orgasms. He looks under his desk at her cum-covered face while another one rolls through her body. “It feels so good to serve you, sir. Thank you for using me…”

The following day he fucks her bent over on the kitchen table. She wore crotchless panties today, and a matching bra that exposes her cute tits. As always, she begs for more. “Use me as your cum dump, please, sir! I’m just a little slut, you can fuck me however you want, and I’ll love it!” He spanks her hard, turning her ass bright red. “You’re only good as a fuckdoll. Good pussy, that’s all you are.” The man degrades her. “Cum on my cock, it makes your pussy tighter.” She moans, rubbing her clit. “I’m trying, sir!” He spanks her again. “Cum, you stupid bitch.” Her humiliation pushes her over the edge and she cums. That night the man and his wife eat dinner at that table.

At the end of the week, the maid and the man are fucking in the bed. The same bed he had sex with his wife in that morning. The girl wears restraints: Wrists cuffed together, a collar and leash around her neck. The man pulls on the leash, choking her while he stretches out her pussy. She rides his cock and whines pathetically. “Faster, slut. You can service my cock better than that.” She obeys.

Feeling him fill her pussy up again, she smiles and pulls his cock from her hole. She licks their cum off his half-hard dick. He relaxes as she cleans him. His phone buzzes, and he checks it. A text from his wife. Work is slow, and she wants to chat to pass the time. Ever the dutiful husband, he entertains her, chatting with the woman he loves while the young servant girl gives him a blowjob.

“Sir? I have a question… may I?”

“Go ahead, slut.”

“Do you want to be with me instead of your wife?”

He leans forward and slaps her face for asking.

“No, you’re just a little girl I’m using for sexual relief, remember? You’re a servant, nothing more.”

She blushes. She licks his cock again and smiles.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

i would pay a million trillion dollars for an older man to hold me like this just once 🥲 ˚｡⋆

Hearing a man moan “f*ck”, when they are about to lose it is the biggest turn on ever

“Why you so wet already?”

Because I love you tf

Happy whore