Not Just a Masochist, but a True Consummate Sicko

god is it too much to ask for someone to restrain me like a wild animal with my hands bound and neck tied to a post and so someone can use me like a dildo and i can feel the fear mixed with the pleasure as my hot breath warms their neck and every strain against the restraints holding me causes their heart rate to jump cuz they know i want to rip away from them and hold them down and fuck them till theyre crying and

Y'know, I do have to wonder how much of sexual exploration has come from realizing that I really, really love giving pleasure orally. Oral sex, yes, but also biting and giving hickies and tongue fucking someone's ear, licking feet/toes, sucking nipples, kissing ofc. The best parts of sex are all done with the mouth.

wotc has gotten. just. devastatingly good at servicing fans of mtg in between ub slop sets. i feel like im with a girl who's annoying as fuck and can't stop making references to the marvel cinematic universe and thinks superman is stronger than goku but she gives unreal head. absolutely reality shattering blowjobs

you think you're really starting to make friends with the girl i have you sharing a cage with, until the night i tell you that this time, you can make it stop, but i'll do it to her instead but worse. and you hear her whimper and you swear in your heart you wouldn't do that but wouldn't you know it? it gets so bad you yelp it out. so now you're in the cage, alone, listening, as i make it as bad as i can for her. i explained to her that she doesn't get a way out like you did, but she must be panicking; she doesn't normally beg like this. you turn away. you feel sick. you don't know how you'll face her.

you've cried out and sobbed plenty of times when i've had you out of the cage, and so has she, but now she is screaming, really screaming in a way that you haven't heard her do and you certainly haven't done before and from inside the cage you can't tell what i'm doing to her to make her do that but she is screaming, long, like using a whole breath and then breathing all the way in and screaming again, and you feel scared, somewhere deep & muffled, but mostly you want to throw up

as i'm leading her back to the cage and she's sobbing and crawling, you realize that if you turn away from her out of guilt you'll be more alone than you ever were before, but if you comfort her then you're taking advantage of the way she fawns after being tortured, and this time it's your fault: it would make you just like me. yet she needs you. she wants to cry into you. she doesn't care that you helped me do this, even if you want her to care, want her to hate you, want her to spit. you deserve it, you think. you don't know what will happen if you're cold to her but you know it won't make me let up. it won't save either of you. you could comfort her. it's what you both need. but if you let this drive her further into you, you know that you'll have taken part in whatever game i was playing tonight. i'll win, just like always. the cage door opens and she spills in. decisions, decisions.

steampunks flirting: please professor put your copper wire in my brass pipe actually you know what? this is a bad post

beautiful beautiful fat girl in a white sundress with amazing tattoos out for dinner with a girl in like, full soccer clothes and an athletic cut to her and i could not tell if they were just old friends or on a date but they made the cutest lesbian couple maybe in existence & i will NEVER KNOW. FUCK

they were fucking giggling about sharing a blood type if they're not fucking gay i need them to be

best time kf the week getting wizard high and wearing my girlfriend shirt that makes me feel like a girlfriend

love the implication that girlfriend isn't a role or a gendered term but a state of mind

religious princess: god created all my subjects to be perverts atheist princess: the material conditions of society have influenced my subjects to be perverts agnostic princess: nobody including myself knows why my subjects are being such perv-- hhey. stop that, p-please....

And what, pray tell, is so wrong with that? Must a king lower himself to the vocabulary of insects? Must an academiac explain his reasoning to kindergartners? There is no shame in knowledge nor is there in verbosity. Quite the opposite, they are to be celebrated. But I guess this is the world we are forced to inhabit. This world... This planet, teeming with life and all its infinite possibilities. And you would dare dilute it, so that a simpleton's mind could comprehend it? I will not stand for this. No more shall a man be judged for his might, his ambition, his intellect. No more shall we look down on those who propose a mere thought experiment about owning a human pec9sdjv0 c9i2ewokhndvoi adsjvci uwqeowdsxujvnli ufdsiuljfcniu ofeidcvjpc9nUIODSuljvniuwqopisafjvp985erioewaudJHB9jrg8frjuv8ar9jvuw08rd9vujq35g89spdujigk[0e9ravjik0rvu9jq54w8yvh r8og;af9ukjgmoiaelgurj9g8zboifyhvlo8fivujawp89 OC:Ivjare0sd9oizl

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