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christmas isnt about the presents, and it isnt about christ or whatever. its about drawing deer furries in bondage harnesses that have jingle bells all over them. thats what it;s about

people act like CNC is some evil irredeemable kink as if it's not literally just you and your partner(s) deciding that today opposite day.

"But if we let people play the floor is lava around the house, it normalizes being careless around real lava!" that's y'all. that's how you sound.

Every kink basically boils down to "I can finally be free from the curse of the Mummy"

i like warming my dick up in the sink with hot tap water before having sex it makes me feel like the concierge hotel experience of tops. mint on your pillow technique

This guy modeling it actually made it. He has a whole website of shit like this. Also he has *such a nice dick*

the top also wears a skirt for easy access

Sorry I know you were talking but can you repeat that? I was busy thinking about breeding you

They should sell tentacle bath bombs at lush that molest you

I guess

sorry was my post about forceful tentacle sex too much for your tender eyes

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something