Puppy

Spend enough time in breeding kink spaces and you'll keep hearing fragments of the same story, over and over again: "I was always super against the idea of having kids, until..."

Until she met her boyfriend. Until she stopped taking hormonal birth control. Until she got to her mid-twenties, or her late twenties, or her thirties. Until someone came in her for the first time. Until one of her friends got pregnant for the first time. Until someone got her pregnant.

The same story, over and over: I thought I knew what I wanted.

Isn't that perfect? So many girls who had their futures all planned out, until their bodies changed their minds. So many girls who hated the idea of being fucked into mommies, until one day they craved it.

No wonder that if you're a girl, people will laugh at you when you proudly declare you're child-free. No wonder that you can't get your tubes tied if you haven't had enough years to come around.

You may be certain, but it's a youthful certainty: as strong as any other, and just as fragile. Maybe you'll feel the same way in five or ten or fifteen years - sometimes women do - and maybe you won't. But everyone who's been around the block a few times will treat you like a willful child if you insist that you know what you'll want.

I’ve always loved giving blowjobs. So much so that even the thought/fantasy of a blowjob is enough to make me wet.

But it’s even more enjoyable when the man gets into it too. I love feeling a his hand in my hair or on my head, grabbing me, pushing me, or guiding me to take more, take him deeper; or have him guide me to focus on his tip, or down to his balls.

I love feeling his cock fill in my mouth and throat or feel his cock or hand rub on my face as I take his balls in my mouth. I love worshipping and pleasuring him and how rewarding it feels when he finally comes.

don’t even give me a chance to stop coughing, put the bong up to my mouth and light it while i’m in the middle of trying to catch my breath, hold my mouth and nose shut when i try to exhale too soon, make me even more lightheaded <33

gaslight me into smoking even more, say things to me like, “baby, you said you wanted to smoke another bowl,” “i just took my hit, it’s yours now, little girl,” i’m too stoned and fuzzy to really argue back anyways <333

i want you to get me so dazed and spacey that i can barely move, i want to be overly sensitive to your touch, i want my whole body to feel fuzzy <3333

C/W: Kidnapping, Rape, Degradation

God, I'd love to kidnap you and your best friend. I want you waking up into your new world slowly, gradually taking in your new chains and the dark room you'd spend the next eternity in.

I'm sure the two of you would resist me. I hope you would. You'd each struggle and cry and break down into messy tears as my cock stretches and fucks your little holes. Furiously pumping into you as I mark your skin red with slaps. Your best friend pleading for me to stop this. To let you go. God, that'd be hot, wouldn't it? Filthy, pervy cock pounding into you while she watches, the sounds of her screams melding into the back of your mind.

Back and forth, day by day, I'd go between the two of you. I'd fuck you and feed you and leave the two of you to cuddle and comfort each other afterwards.

God, I hope you'd become closer to her. I hope you'd see her as your ally.

The thing is... I'd offer you a treat of your choice if you only... just... spread your own holes for me and asked me to fuck you. I'd offer her the same option to. A burger or some ice cream to break the monotony of the gruel I'd feed you. A morsel for your sanity.

Night after night, you'd wait for my cock to fill the two of you up and under the dim, flickering light, you'd both tell each other you'd never do it. Never.

One day, I'd take her out. I'd hold onto her chain and walk her like a dog, shutting the door behind you. And for the first time in a while... you would be alone. Silence.

The hours would tick by until time ceases to exist. The darkness of your mind swirling, a cesspool of anxiety and anger. What was she up to? Surely she hadn't accepted? Surely she hadn't... right? And yet, she'd crawl back in, not quite smiling but a little less tension hanging across her eyebrows. You'd question her. Casually at first before it becomes obvious that you need to know what happened. You need to know whether she betrayed you.

She would deny it.

She'd say I only took her to see the outside world for a bit. To touch the grass and feel the sunlight on her skin. To breathe fresh air once more. Why? She had no idea, she'd say. No idea at all.

The next day, I'd come back to you, my cock nice and hard and ready to take whichever hole I wanted. I'd reiterate my previous offer... that anyone who would ask for it would get some better food. You'd think back on yesterday. On how happy she looked on. On what she must have done for it. She must also have been allowed to eat, the bitch.

You'd give in. For the first time, you'd hear your best friend's screams directed not at me... but you.

My balls drained of cum by your eager, sloppy cunt, I'd bring you your food or your sweet treat. I'd let you eat it in front of your bestie, licking or chewing away as your brain explodes in the pleasure of actual food. All as she breaks down in front of you.

Something would change between the two of you.

Soon, you'd find yourself more eagerly offering up your holes for better treatment. Expressing your gratitude as I grope at your tits instead of hers. Deliberately moaning louder and spreading your legs further, just to drag my attention away from her. And she'd do the same. She'd be so, so underhanded about it. So much quicker to degrade and debase herself if just to capture my attention from you.

Her tongue reaching for my asshole, not because she'd enjoy it but because it'd be gross and nasty enough for me to stop focusing on you. Her hands on your pretty skin, not to caress it but to hold you in place as she begs me to hit you.

The two of you fighting over my cock, acting like such needy, eager cunts. Trying to outdo each other just for better treatment. My deals becoming more frequent and more vile. Requests the two of you would eagerly beg for.

God... could you imagine if I made one of those requests? Whoever did would get to play in the garden. Whoever didn't do it, would be subjected to harsher punishment. Ugh, it'd be so fucking hot watching the two of you crawl over each other trying to outdo each other. Just to hurt each other more.