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Your favorite weird erotica is back. As always, minors do not interact.

It’s time to remind folks that this erotica is fantasy only. Real misogynists, homophobes, and transphobes can shove off. You’re losing and will die irrelevant and alone.

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I write mainly for myself, because it’s difficult to find erotica that hits my particular intersections of kinks. I’m glad that women, nonbinary folks, and trans men also like my writing. If cis men happen to like it, you’re welcome.

I love asks from other people with similar kinks. I’m more likely to answer asks from non-cis men. I really enjoy the hot and creative asks I get from women and trans folks. I answer when I’m in the right mood to make it hot. Sorry if it takes a while sometimes.

I like sexting on here occasionally, but not with everyone. I’m a fetishist, not a submissive. So if you happen to be into different things than I am, I’m unlikely to be interested. Being told what to do is a turn off. Sharing hot fantasies in a mutually created world is great.

I’m on here exactly as often as I want to be. I make no promises about consistency. As this is just for fun, it should not feel like work. I’m not amused or turned on by men telling me to sign on more often. I am not interested in meeting or sharing pics. (You can send me pics if you want, if it isn’t excessive. I prefer sexting because words are hot.)

I am not looking for a real life dynamic. I also do not want to talk about real life at all. Do not ask about my friends, family, partners, etc. I don’t want to know about yours either. Non-sex asks about those things are fine, though I’m likely to be vague.

Kinks: misogyny, humiliation, gender essentialism, breeding, incest. Sometimes bimbofication if it fits with the rest. CNC but only to the extent the woman actually enjoys it (and is embarrassed about it).

Not kinks: p*ss, sc*t, anal only, orgasm denial (some is fine in moderation, like only being allowed to cum during sex with a man), hypno/brainwashing (I prefer the fantasy that women just are this way, not made to be this way), excessive violence/impact play/torture, being told what to do, anything related to real life.

If you read my writing, you should get a sense of what I’m into. If it happens to match what you’re into, great. I do also welcome sexting with bottoms/subs!

It’s so embarrassing when my heat starts. I have to stop whatever I’m doing to try to satisfy my bitch hole. I used to just rub my clit for a bit until I had a tiny and unsatisfying orgasm. Then I learned how to bitch myself.

Accepting my place as a cunt made sex so much more satisfying. Watching my bitch pussy get plowed open while a man ruts in me is the most humiliating experience. But that’s also what makes my cunt twitch and grind. For me, being a woman means getting wet to my own inferiority.

Stop fighting it. The next time you’re gooning to misogyny, put something between your legs, flip onto your stomach, and let yourself feel the pressure on your hole. Try to acknowledge the reality of the moment. “I’m bitching myself. I’m a cunt.”

I take deep breath. This is it. The culmination of all my training. Slowly breaking down every barrier over time. Forcing myself to accept the truth of my biology. There is no going back now. I open the door.

He’s standing there. Balding and a bit stocky, but well built. Large hands. Standing confidently. His expression is serious, calculating. I notice he doesn’t even look at my face first, but rather the sheer semi-transparent robe he bought for me for this occasion. My nipples peak against the fabric.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He finally looks into my eyes and—his hand pushes through the robe opening and lands between my legs.

“Hello, cunt.” His tone is business-like, formal. It is our first time meeting in person, after all. But he’s made his expectations for me clear.

I part my legs a little so that his hand can completely cover my pussy. I ache to push against it but I know I have to wait. I force myself to meet his gaze. “The bitch is ready,” I reply, my voice shaking just a little.

He nods curtly, gives my pussy a light squeeze, then drops his hand. I barely hold back a groan of disappointment as the pressure against my vulva vanishes.

“Good,” he says. He drops a large bag at his side. It clanks. He strides over to the large armchair dominating my living room and sits down. He rests one foot over the opposite knee and folds his hands in his lap, as if he’s entering a business meeting. In a way, he is.

“Show me.” A shiver runs up my spine at the command. Obediently, I take my place before him. I take a wide stance so the robe parts just above my bare cunt. I arch my back to make my breasts strain at the cloth. I haven’t touched my own sensitive parts except to clean in months, since I met him online. So instead of touching my nipples to show him, I shake my breasts once, hard.

“My nipples are engorged with blood,” I point out as my tits sway.

He nods thoughtfully. “That’s a sign of your heat, it’s natural.”

I swallow. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. This is really happening. “My cunt is wet,” I add, thrusting my hips forward to show him. I can feel moistness on my pussy lips.

He leans forward slightly to examine my vulva. “So it is,” he agrees. He leans back again and looks at me, evaluating. I feel like I’m in a classroom, taking an oral exam before a professor. “Why is that?”

My breath catches slightly as I feel the warmth between my legs spread. It’s as if my cunt knows we’re talking about it.

“It’s lubricating itself,” I answer, keeping my voice as steady and calm as possible. “It’s getting ready to be penetrated.”

He nods approvingly. It makes my skin tingle. “That’s right,” he says. “Cunts start lubricating in the presence of cock.” His matter-of-fact tone makes me squirm internally. This is so much more exposing than play acting as a giggly bimbo—no judgment intended. This is me at my smartest and most able. No pretense.

“Cunts react instinctively to cock,” I agree. I look down at my crotch, thrust forward lewdly. “It’s starting to clench.”

The man nods again. “It’s warming up now. It’s practicing milking my seed.”

I feel a hot flush creep up my neck. I’m sure it’s obvious. I have to keep going, though. “It’s twitching rhythmically. The exact frequency best suited to stimulate a cock.”

The man pushes himself to his feet and starts circling me. I stay still in position, hips thrust forward and my back arched, forcing my breasts out and up. “Isn’t it something,” he muses from behind me. His breath is hot on my neck. “Your biology evolved for this exact purpose.”

I swallow again, hard. “The reactions of my body prove the purpose of its design,” I admit.

He finishes circling, and stands directly in front of me. I can see the front of his pants is tented. The bulge almost touches my bare pussy. He leans forward so that our noses almost touch. “What are you?” he whispers, breath tingling on my lips.

I force myself to meet his eyes. It’s about to start. “I’m a cunt.” My voice is flat, factual, but the heat in my body is immediate. I feel flushed all over. My pussy clenches down hard as if to confirm my statement.

He finally smiles. “That’s right. You’re a cunt.”

—

Minutes later, I’m laying spreadeagled on my bed, fully bare. The man takes his time, walking around me and pointing out various aspects of my arousal as we discuss the natural consequences of my biology. It’s clinical, detached. This is what I needed. I needed to acknowledge the cold, hard facts of my inferiority to a man.

He finally strips and positions himself on top of me, his erect cock brushing gently against my hole. I can feel it’s soaked now. My thighs are wet with cunt juice. He studies my face while he drags his cock lightly against my pussy lips. “You’re about to be bitched,” he states, making me shudder. “How does that feel.”

I again meet his gaze. My voice is shaky with arousal. “I feel embarrassed,” I admit. He nods, indicating I should continue. “I feel ashamed that my existence comes down to this. Spreading my legs to take cock.”

He rests a hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. “It is embarrassing,” he agrees. His cock rests directly on top of my clit. “Coming to realize that you’re a breathing sex toy has to be humiliating for you.”

I nod wordlessly. He gropes one of my tits hard. “Cunts exist to drain cum. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

I finally groan, the weight of my shame too much to bear. “I exist to drain cum,” I whisper, humiliated.

“Louder, bitch.” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.

I look him right in the eyes and I state what we both know. “I’m a fucking cunt and my purpose is to milk semen out of cocks.”

He nods, satisfied, and impales me.

I’ve had sex before but nothing like this. My entire body twitches as he enters me. I moan again. He starts thrusting, slowly and deliberately. “Clench your cunt in time with my thrusts, bitch,” he orders. I obey. It’s easy because that’s exactly what my pussy wants to do. It’s following its nature.

“This is what a woman is to a man,” the man using me says. He looks down at our meshed biology and my eyes follow. I’m impaled on his cock. Bitched. “This is as natural to you as breathing.”

I keep clenching rhythmically. “This is what it means to be a woman,” I agree. “My pussy needs this.”

“Your what?” The question is sharp, biting.

“My bitch pussy,” I correct myself. “My cumdrain needs this.” He grunts in satisfaction.

We continue in silence for a few minutes, him rutting into me while I passively take it, keeping my cunt clenched in time with his thrusts. We’re both reveling in the truth of this moment. The apex of men’s relationship to and ownership of cunts.

“I’m going to cum in your bitch pussy,” he says abruptly. He starts driving into me harder. “I’m about to mark your cunt walls with my seed.”

I gasp, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Once he cums in me, it’s final. I’m forever his cunt. I groan and bounce my breasts at the shame of it.

“That’s it, cunt,” he pants, fucking me open. “Jiggle your cow udders while I cum. Cross your eyes and drool, you stupid bitch.”

I do it. I cross my eyes, let my tongue loll out of my mouth, and bounce my udders hard. “That’s it, keep going,” he grunts. He stops briefly and I see him reach over for his phone on the side table. He puts it in my hand and tells me to film myself while he cums in me. He says he wants to make me watch it later. He wants me to cum over and over again to how stupid I look being bitched.

I hold the phone out so it captures my bouncing udders and my stupid bitch face. I look right at the camera and grunt like an animal, pasting the ahegao look on my features.

“Just remember how stupid you felt during your first breeding,” he whispers in my ear as he cums. I can feel his semen enter me, the warmth spreading in my bitch pussy. This is how every female should be impregnated, I think, as the pure humiliation of the moment drives me over the edge. I cum on his cock.

Fuck, bitch. That’s so humiliating. You know that females are breeding stock or you wouldn’t feel that deep need to bitch yourself in the most embarrassing way possible. I’m so ashamed on behalf of women.

Getting Bitched

Other cunts know what I’m talking about. There is nothing like a cock sliding between your wet lips and feel a man sink into you, pinning you down by the pussy. The way your body shudders and your cunt clenches mindlessly. I feel so feminine, so female when my cunt is staked on a cock. Even if I can trick myself into thinking otherwise at other times, my inferiority as a woman is so true and clear during a bitching.

I wish I had udders 😭 I wish I could come out as a bitch to my family and they would put me in my place

You’re my absolute icon

Need to think more like you

Sometimes I lay on my back naked, legs spread wide with my pussy exposed. I look at misogyny porn and feel my slit get wetter and wetter. Soon it starts to clench and pulse like it’s already milking a cock. I try to see how long I can go before I have to hump my hole against something. I try to see how long I can be desperate and empty before I give in to my bitch nature. I know it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be desperate with heat, rubbing my bitch pussy against anything for relief.

I do feel strongly that women should avoid touching their sex with their hands. Any relief we get should be tied to our humiliation. It’s basically a lie to pretend that we are anything other than rutting animals waiting to be mounted. So I only get off if I’m bouncing my hole like the stupid bitch I am, groaning in humiliation and desperation.

[OOC] Thank you so much! The vast amount of interaction I get is positive. I debated ignoring the trolls but I also want to make absolute clear that this is a fantasy blog only and real sexists are not tolerated. I’m not wounded in the slightest that some wanker who probably doesn’t even own a bed frame thinks my erotica isn’t high lit (it’s meant as trashy fun and that’s all it is).

Unfortunately, I’ve seen far too often that younger people (especially bottoms/subs) get interested in kink and start practicing without adequate safety measures. Usually because the tops/doms engaging with them are either untrained or deliberately avoid implementing safe practices. I can’t count the number of people I know who left kink completely because of very negative experiences in their 20s.

So I think if I’m going to put out taboo erotica with these themes, I can also let younger subs/bottoms know that bottoming, even for hard taboo kinks, does not and should not mean ceding your dignity and worth as a person.

I’ll also note that, despite the themes of my stories, most of my interactions here are not with cis male tops. My erotica is not male POV at all. The men in my stories are basically torsos and dicks. I don’t write longer form erotica precisely because I don’t want to write misogynistic characters with fleshed out internal lives. The focus of my stories is on how the bottom feels and reacts. So if some or even most cis men tops find it doesn’t work for them, then I feel I’ve done a good job not centering their preferences.

[OOC] I’m just curious why someone would go so far out of their way to waste their and my time with this insipid drivel. No one’s forcing you to read anything. That you have this strong of an opinion about my writing suggests that you devoted time to consuming more of it after you learned it’s not what you like. Which raises many questions.

“Happy to DM and help.” No one asked you. So this is just negging, right? There’s no way you want to be in my DMs for some innocent English tutoring.

“You can feel turned on and good.” Mansplaining and negging. Just need some gaslighting for the trifecta.

Dudes who like wanking to women making dumb faces are fine with me. Men like this are the predators. They try to erode your self-worth, hold themselves out as the solution, and then promise to make you “feel good” by teaching you the “right” way to do things, which is always, coincidentally, the way they want things done.

I am a bitch. I didn’t always understand this, but I was born with a cunt and that makes me a bitch. To know I exist to jerk off cocks with my hole and drain their cum to my womb? Fuck, it’s so embarrassing.

Predictably, I have my legs spread wide on my bitch station. None of the gender studies in the world make females like me stop doing this. It’s as if our nature is much stronger than our pride or dignity. Our cunt nature.

My bitch hole clenches as I grind it to my inferiority as a female. Knowing every thrust disproves any notion of equality? That I’m contributing to the degradation of women? Fuck. It makes my cunt leak.