went to hook up with a girl and she had a display case full of left horns. should i be worried

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went to hook up with a girl and she had a display case full of left horns. should i be worried

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Explaining very slowly that while verbal compliments can be effective and helpful, a lot of people with self image problems become immune to them and simply tune them all out, which is why it's important to touch your partner to show that you're attracted to their body. And that's why you need to be okay with me groping you in public, so I can better express my attraction to you in a way you can't argue with.
TFing you into an angelgirl and passing you around in my succubus polycule until you're a whimpering mess
H-hey!! This is undignified and uhm!!! E-entirely unaccepta- mmfh~ ...um I uh.... Entirely unacceptable!! Ah!~ W-why is the halo so sensitive!! >///<
"oh my, have you ever felt a halo before?"
"awww, look at her! she's still getting used to her new wings! look at her trying so hard to fly~"
"oh, she's just precious!"
taunting words in a sea of condescending giggles <3
It's not easy kneeling before God.
The divine light ripped through Verity like hundreds of thousands of needles piercing straight through her tender skin, rending her open for all to see, exposing the true nature of her very being and leaving her barren. The totality of Her presence could not be overstated, She overwhelmed every single sense, filling you full of Her grace and leaving you incapable of thinking of anything but Her. It was intoxicating, this singularity of focus. Verity had once flinched from it, but she knew better now. she had gotten better.
Verity tried not to think of her life before her calling. Before she met God. Before she was perfect. God told her not to, and she trusted God. Sometimes she thinks must have liked it, because she remembers spending a long time in the seminary trying to resist God and Her prophets, seers, and revelators as they prepared her for her ascension, her transformation. Spending all that time and energy trying to fight as they took her apart piece by piece and rebuilt her into God’s image.
Verity had been a sinner before, God let her remember that, but She had forgiven Verity. She had forgiven verity for all her sins, her resistance, and the sins of her life before. Verity’s inability to take care of the people that depended on her, her inability to take care of herself, her inability to ever be enough for the people around her. She forgave Verity, and freed her from the crushing weight of expectations, fear, and disappointment. All she had to do was obey. Obeying was easy. You didn’t have to guess, or want when you obey. you didn’t have to think anymore. She took care of that for you.
She reaches her palm downwards, and Verity extends her neck so her chin is resting in God's hand, eager for the approval of Her touch. God's other hand lazily starts to trace the rim of Verity's halo, and pleasure arcs through her body, every single nerve ending lighting up as her mind is overwhelmed. Verity’s wing explode outward, pure white feathers quivering as the muscles underneath are pulled taught, almost snapping. A deep, animalistic groan escapes from her now open mouth, guttural and unflattering, every single muscle in her body tensing, locking her into a facsimile of piety. Hands in front of her, clenching each other tight, desperate for anything to hold on to, thighs shaking, sore from being forced so tightly together. Needing to fill the void in her gasping throat she bites into her interlocked hands, teeth sinking deep as her jaw presses harder and harder trying to do anything to relieve the building pressure.
God continues to run Her finger across the ring of gold above Verity's head, ignoring her desperate spasming. Her touch was light and deliberate, like one using the slightest pressure to test the edge of a freshly sharpened knife, sliding it along the tip of their finger, applying just enough force to feel the blade bite into the finger, but not break skin. It was a painfully slow motion, violently sending waves of the agonizing bliss through Verity with every revolution, bring her to total helplessness with the slightest contact
Verity remained completely locked in the throes of pleasure, muscles spasming. All control of her body had been lost, hips buckling desperate for anything sort of release, breath quick and shaky on the verge of hyperventilation. Tears were streaming down her face as her voice silently screamed, begging Her for nothing, a string of “ppplease please please please” forcing it’s way out of her mouth as if a mantra. A private prayer between her and her God, pleading for mercy from the endless pressure building within in her, the pleasure mounting with no sign of release bringing her to the edge of what she can stand until finally—
God stops.
Verity’s muscles collapse beneath her. Finally free from the painful bliss, she hits the ground in a heap, the cold floor shocking her sweaty tangle of overheating limb and body, and starts to weep. The relief bringing her more joy than the pleasure she had just experienced. Taking a few deep, shaky breaths, Verity begins to climb back onto her knees, hands once again clasped in prayer, thankful that God had shared Her touch with her. Verity looked up to her God, hands bruised from where she bit them, hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, muscles sore, and thanked Her.
It was better like this.
You want what? Really? Are you sure? That was a limit a few weeks ago little one? You really wanna do that? It’s kinda gross isn’t it? No I want you to do it, definitely. I just didn’t think your brain would change that fast. Normally it takes a bit longer for you to give in. I guess you’re just becoming a moldable little idiot huh? Good girl.

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Today I think I’m going to try to take my captive out with its mouth taped shut again. We’re planning a party and we need to buy food and things. It doesn’t need to weigh in, I don’t need its opinions. I just need it to carry the grocery basket and stay where I can see it. It’s just too tempting, for a thing being held against its will, to be out of the house and verbal. The part of its brain that hasnt adapted to its new life wants to beg for help. Wants a stranger to save it from me. But I just love my captive so much, I don’t want it to deal with the anxiety of planning potential escapes. So instead I take away its voice. Once it’s kept quiet it becomes docile again. Like a good pet should be.
some girls are meant to be owned by other girls.
i'm some girls btw.
hi chat, i was high as fuck and drew a vulpix transformation
Sending you a mix-tape and telling you that these songs are just like you. They fit your personality so well.
So you listen and maybe you start wondering why someone would think these tunes match you so well... but you can kind of hear it, right?
So you give it another spin... and another... and start relating just a little bit more. Letting every track sink in a little more until these songs become the soundtrack of your soul.
I told you, these songs fit your personality so well. You should listen to me when I tell you things like this in the future.
Today I think I’m going to try to take my captive out with its mouth taped shut again. We’re planning a party and we need to buy food and things. It doesn’t need to weigh in, I don’t need its opinions. I just need it to carry the grocery basket and stay where I can see it. It’s just too tempting, for a thing being held against its will, to be out of the house and verbal. The part of its brain that hasnt adapted to its new life wants to beg for help. Wants a stranger to save it from me. But I just love my captive so much, I don’t want it to deal with the anxiety of planning potential escapes. So instead I take away its voice. Once it’s kept quiet it becomes docile again. Like a good pet should be.

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girl who has you pinned. girl who is bigger and stronger than you. girl who in spite of this is looking at you like a lost puppy. girl who is whining and trembling with need. girl who locks eyes with you and frantically mutters “pleasepleasepleaseplease” under her breath. lustdrunk mutt who waits for permission to take what it wants despite knowing it could at any time. dog who is so so so so good.
Y'know, I'm starting to really enjoy overwhelming your little puppy brain. It's so adorable watching you try your hardest to think like a person when we both know you aren't. The facade of your humanity falls away when you try to articulate your thoughts and you realize that you don't think in words, you're hardly even thinking at all, your brain only has enough room to listen to me and be my good girl.
I can tell you feel a little ashamed that you can't answer me, that you can't provide the answer your mistress asks of you. That's ok, it's ok, you don't need to think, not when you have me to think for you, hmm? Pets have owners to do the hard, scary things for them, things like thinking and making decisions for yourself. You're my pet, and I choose your life for you, so that you don't have to. Isn't that nice?
Last time I visited my gf I "charged" her ten kisses for something, and she straddled me, pulled me in and started making out with me for like 15 seconds before pulling back and saying "one" and I didnt even have time to fully process the implications before she was back in for the second kiss and uh... well I dont remember much of the next 10 minutes other than an overwhelming sense of happiness and my face burning red >/////<
You'd planned for months, but had been waiting for three agonizing weeks. You went to the same coffee shop as always, at the same time as always. Medium, hot, oat milk, 2 sugars. Turned the same way exiting, tracing the same route to the same library you visited every weekend.
when she starts getting dominant and uses that tone on me so suddenly I can't focus on anything or process a single word

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“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
reblog if I can bite your neck while I cum