Existential Crisis But Make It Kinky

Anchored down by @consensualpredator

Go on, keep singing. Play pretend. "Fuck the patriarchy?" Cute. You know the truth and it's making your traitorous cunt wet.

His words feel like playful flirting and sweet nothings in your ears. You smile and nod, blushing. He’s so right, as always.

A bimbo does not seek to be unique or singular. She wants to be spectacular, breathtaking, and an eye candy. She does not strive for individuality, or personality. She wants to be admired and cherished. She wants to be seen and wanted, hunted, and fallen prey to. A bimbo couldn't care less about a rare name or a distinctive look. She likes to be comparable, and in being compared, she wants to be remembered as better, as hotter, and as the most perfect. She likes to conform to all beauty standards, to all expectations and to the male vision of what the perfect woman looks like. So, creating bimbo twins is the ultimate pleasure for both, the creator and the creations. Both bimbos can push themselves to ultra bimbofication while the creation watches in self-indulgent satisfaction. As living dolls, they can finally live in total harmony and unison, modelling and re-modelling and upgrade themselves to an infinitely better and more sexier version of perfection.

Barely even acknowledging you as I rub your needy little pussy?

Sometimes as we're watching something or just talking, he'll start to casually grab and grope my tits, not even acknowledging it, just grabbing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers, pulling on them, kneading my breasts in his hands, enjoying the feeling of the flesh he owns and knowing he owes me no explanation for why he's touching me.

In truth, she never wanted to be smart. She never wanted to be admired for her intellect or to impress with her thoughts or some kind of memorized or rehearsed knowledge. She once thought she wanted it. She once was confused and couldn't grasp anything beyond it, beyond her dizziness. But when men looked, she liked it. When men approached, she was excited. When men judged her looks, she was breathless and wanted to impress beyond any doubt. So she started to dress and behave like it, and nature took its turn, she obeyed her inner call and gave in to it. Now, she isn't smart anymore but giggling. Now, she isn't reading anymore but partying. Now, she spends her time looking sexy and willing instead of studying. She is a happy bimbo bunny and has finally understood it is a privilege to be feminine and celebrated as a sex object.