trove congeries

we need to talk more about free use tops. it’s always free use bottoms but what about the tops that let you make demands to be fucked and they do it. the tops that let you put a harness on them and ride them. the tops who let you use them as toys. hello can anyone hear me

Forcefully bending you over as soon as we get back to my place and the door shuts behind us. Ripping your clothes off you, tossing aside your belongings, your purse discarded on the ground, your clothes strewn about. Slapping you roughly when you protest or lamely try to resist. Pulling your hair while forcing my dick inside you, my fingers stuffed inside your mouth, my other hand groping at your ass while I desperately and needily fuck you. I couldn't wait any longer, darling. I just needed to be inside you. You feel so fucking good.

Bitch that’s the tubby custard machine 😂 *image depicts a vast monstrous infernal engine using hundreds of spiderlike arms of black iron to shove the writhing bodies of naked, emaciated humans into its blazing maw*

something very intimate about how slow this machine is moving. feels tender and loving

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

Bless me father, for I have sinned. I know you see me at mass every Sunday, as well as at evensong and bible studies and outreach ministries during the week. You might think that I'm a man of great faith, a virtuous, upstanding Catholic with an unflagging love for the mother church, but, well, that isn't true. I'm not even trying to convince anyone of that, either, it's just kind of something they all assumed about me. The real reason I'm in here so often is because of the water cooler in the social room. It's culturing some kind of greenish-black mold that gives me, like, an insane buzz. It started to get to the point where I'd be really pissy and irritable on Saturday night because I was in, like, withdrawal, and I just wanted to go hit the mold and feel alive again. So yeah, not really sure if that's a mortal or a venal sin, but thought I'd bring it up to be safe. By the way if you clean out the water cooler I'm probably going to immediately apostasize and dedicate myself to combining PCP analogues with Russian benzodiazepines to try to recreate whatever it is that Basilica mold is doing to my brain.

I am afraid, my dear, that you have fallen off.

*sending selfies to the groupchat* do you guys think i've suffered enough yet?

feeding my husband less so he'll beg more cutely at dinner time / be cuddlier during cold weather

my ex used to get so mad when i would unfavorably compare his sexual performance to that of the angel that visited st. theresa and then put on his boxers and wear them around and make them smell like outer space (used motor oil and dust)

Went to the zoo in Tokyo and one of the displays was a dude in a roped off area eating hay and drinking dirty looking water out of a metal trough, no plaquard

my dipshit husband needs me to check in on him after he asked to be locked in a cage. if i dont do this tedious femdom bullshit with him he says hes going to go to the police about my insane southern gothic style relationship with my quasimodo style brother