ropeplay isn't about artistry and the pleasure of restraint, it's about tying a woman up so that a man can put a penis in her. Primal isn't about animalistic pleasure and the eroticism of predator-prey relationships, it's about a man growling a little while pinning a woman down to put a penis in her. Knifeplay isn't about violent power dynamics and sadomasochism, it's about a man threatening a woman with a knife so he can put a penis in her.

it’s okay if all you do today is cum thinking about me❣️

I always deliver on a promise!! @taylor-titmouse I’m at work right now so this is as polished as it gets, hehe….

Like this take may sound woke and seem to make sense to you, but apply any critical thinking and you'll realize this puts you in the same camp as the homophobes, transphobes, and all other bigots.

You don't get to police what other consenting adults do in their bedrooms. You don't get to make people feel ashamed of how they get off. No one does. No matter how much you dislike it. No matter how justified you feel about it. Those folks who want to genocide us for being queer and trans feel just as justified, they feel just as much that it makes sense, they feel just as much that it is their right to take their personal discomfort out on people who are different from them. Which is all this is just with a progressive veneer.

I think it is interesting that there is an assumption here that my advice to practice critical thinking in regards to racial dynamics, one, has the goal of making people “feel ashamed” about their kink, and two, that it equates to a desire to police and enforce what people do in their bedroom. I think it’s interesting that white people, when told that they might be saying something racist or perpetuating harm out of ignorance, assume that the nonwhite person talking to them has the intention to shame and police them.

To be clear. I am a mixed race petplayer. I am both a pet and a handler. I have used the word mutt in my petplay in the past, and while it’s not my preferred term, I am very open to using it!

However, I have observed in the petplay community, a massive skew towards whiteness. I’ve talked to other racialized kinksters who tell me that they have avoided petplay, not because they have no interest in the pet dynamic, but because the way that the widely white participant base are so ignorant to the nuance and complexity involved when a bipoc person is compared to an animal when squared with our racial background.

White petplayers have an obligation to understand that when they say things like “filthy mutt” all of the racialized people around them, especially the mixed race people, are going to have our hackles raised in a way that another white person might not. They have an obligation to consider how they’re using words that are used as racial slurs around and directed at real people who come from real racial groups with real histories of oppression and violence rooted in calling us certain terms and comparing us to animals.

1. tell the story of the most public sex you've ever had

2. what do you usually get off to?

3. what's your #1 kink right now?

4. describe your "kink awakening"

5. what's a kink you've tried that you've found is just not for you?

6. do you do anything to flag what you're into to others in public?

7. think about your deepest darkest fantasies. would you ever act them out in real life?

8. what's the hottest sex you've had in recent memory?

9. is there a kink or sex act you're really wanting to try out?

10. describe your type

11. describe your sexuality

12. what's the weirdest thing you've ever put inside someone/yourself?

13. what's something that always reminds you of a sexy memory?

14. are you lusting after anyone right now?

15. if you used hanky code what would your color be?

16. how many times can you cum before you need to stop?

17. what's your most "taboo" kink?

18. do you like praise or degradation more?

19. tell a funny sex story

20. have you ever successfully used a pickup line? what was it? did you fuck?

21. what's the most creative improvising you've done during a scene?

22. what's the weirdest thing you've ever been hit with/hit someone else with?

23. are you a dom or sub? top or bottom? switch? verse?

24. how do you feel about filming your sex acts?

25. describe a time you've been unsure going into a scene but turned out to be really into it?

26. what's a kink you've changed your opinion on?

27. have you ever been to a bath house?

28. have you ever been to a porn theater?

29. how many sex toys do you own? what's your favorite?

30. do you have any fetishes?

31. have you ever been to a nude beach?

32. give me your top 5 favorite kinks of all time

33. do you have a go-to safe word?

34. do you use dating/hookup apps?

35. name every body fluid you've ever tasted

36. is anonymous sex more fun or is knowing someone sex more fun?

37. what do you like most about your current sexual partners?

38. do you go to any sex/kink events irl?

39. what's something that never fails to turn you on?

40. is there things you like to watch in porn that you wouldn't want to do in real life?

41. name your favorite porn star(s)

you've been boring a hole into their hand lying between you, which has been occasionally & lazily tapping a rhythm on their thigh as they drive you home from school. before you realize what you're doing you reach out and grab it with both of yours and hold it. they don't have time to react to your strange cradling of their hand before you ask, half dazed, "do you remember when I was a kid how I'd suck my thumb?" they're confused now, eyes flitting between your face and their hand in yours and the road ahead. "uh, sure I do kiddo. why? what-" but they stop short when you take their thumb into your mouth. for a minute there is silence as you move your soft, eager tongue over their knuckle, desperately sucking.

a sharp, "what the fuck is your problem?" pulls you out of your stupor. they yank their thumb from your mouth, spit trailing through the space between you and it, and turn the steering wheel hard to pull over on a side road. your face is hot as they berate you, "what were you thinking? do you know how much trouble I'd be in if we hit something? mom and dad would kill me if we both died in a car crash just because you're a little pervert." you wanted to bite back and defend yourself, but they're already out of the car and slamming their door. you watch them kick the wheel and then approach your door, pulling it open. "get out. get out now." they instruct, but they don't wait for you to move, just grab your arm roughly and yank you out of the car as well. you're marched out to the trees that separate the little road the car is parked on from a playground on the other side... you used to hide in this wooded patch together when you were little and didn't want to go home from the park yet. you wonder if they're going to leave you here and make you walk home.

they stop some paces into the trees and turn to you again, "why would you do that? it's my job to take care of you, stupid fucking kid. do you know how distracting your mouth is?"

the last bit hits you like a brick. "wait, what-"

"no. no shut up. shut up. my turn." they push you down on your knees in front of them and you can feel the cool dampness of the dirt and grass under you start to soak through the thin fabric of your tights. under other circumstances, you'd probably complain that it will leave an obvious and unexplainable stain on your knees, maybe even smack them for getting you dirty. but you don't really care to protest right now, because they're softly trailing their fingers over your lips and guiding your mouth open and it feels surprisingly serene to look up at them from down there, even as they continue to berate you. "don't ever fucking do that again," they're rubbing their index finger over your tongue slowly, not letting you close your mouth. "it's my job to keep you safe" they're pushing two in now, prodding down your throat and pulling your tongue between them. drool is starting to drip down your chin. "if you need it that bad all you had to do was ask, you dumb slut. but you couldn't even manage that could you? your little brain turned off, huh? so needy for something in your mouth that you forget about consequences?" you try to protest, but the noise comes out pathetic and garbled with your mouth obstructed. they push a third finger past your lips now and start a punishing rhythm in and out, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. "I know you think you're really grown up, fooling around with the idiots in your class, but you're out of your depth here, kiddo. I don't care about getting off. this is a lesson. I know what I'm doing. you clearly don't. but that's okay, I can teach you. I'm patient, and I've already waited a long time for you." they pull their drool covered fingers from your mouth and slap you, hard. it catches you by surprise, stinging and sticky. you cough and inhale raggedly now that their assault on your throat has ended as they smear the drool from your chin over your cheeks and lips. when you've caught your breath, they grab your jaw firmly with their spit covered hand and meet your eyes, smiling widely.

people on the bus REALLY liked this outfit