hi…

dude I'm so sleepy can someone drug me and take some embarrassing photos of me passed out to use against me later

i <3 forced and coerced declarations of love

Getting groped in my sleep and waking up desperate and with my inner thighs sticky >>>>>

unironically i do think i’d be really easy to gaslight. like of course friends give each other creampies, it’s just a form of affection

yeah i whine pitifully when i cum, what about it?

you should pull up my shirt to expose my tits whenever you want. you could expose my tits to play with them, or maybe you just want to see them, or maybe you want to embarrass me, or maybe you're just bored and it's something to do

wanna get too high with some handsy friends

wanna get handsy with a too-high friend

The forced together dynamic is so good. Usually with force, there's some triumph between parties, someone involved gets what they want. But with this, no one wants it, except the third party orchestrating the whole thing. The disgust and horror, dread and fear, the carefully posed, trembling touches and reluctant whimpers as they have no choice but to comply. Both bearing the enduring guilt of complicity, both wondering how much this hurts the other. How awful it feels to slip into even momentary pleasure, resistance fading the longer it goes on. Wow! I'm having a great time playing with my dolls, even though sometimes they burst into tears. It really adds to playtime if you think about it.

Thinking about being fed too many edibles and used as the party entertainment. very casually

I get paranoid and quiet when I'm high but someone should just totally take advantage of me anyway. Don't let me go to sleep like a wuss, just start fondling me. I will go nonverbal but that ok! Sit me on someone's lap in the middle of the conversation that I can't track and just start groping me. I think honestly it's the best thing to do in this situation, it will teach me a valuable lesson about getting too high (that I should do it more often.)

actually need to be groped and fondled and played with while i’m whimpering and blushing. it’s for my own good

that “please don’t kill me, i can be useful” sex hits different

spiking my sister's drink with sleeping pills and telling her it's cyanide after she drinks it. holding her while she struggles to stay awake, fully convinced that she's dying. it's ok honey, i know how hard it's been lately, i didn't want you to suffer anymore. just hold on to your big sis while you drift away and everything will be ok. i'll miss you, darling.