come crawling faster

I really want to learn the limits of what I can handle, what I can take. What kind of pain or discomfort or torture will unmake me, undo my stubbornness and dignity. Where is the line at which I cease to have any pride and begin to sincerely and desperately beg? Where is the point where I will sacrifice all self-respect just to make it stop?

what's so appealing about hoods and masks and such is that. like. you're still completely recognizably human but the part of you that people see most has been obscured partially or completely. you become less and less individually recognizable the more your face is covered. you're not really a specific person anymore, you're sort of the concept of a person. a person-object, like a featureless mannequin. like the semiotic sign of a real person. do you get what i'm saying

something cool about queering your idea of sex is that you can walk out of a heavy make out session feeling like you had the rawest sex of your life. you can be sitting close at a bar kissing them and maybe you’ve found a way to sit so your knee is discreetly between their thighs and feeling the pleasure it gives them and then feeling them give that pleasure to you. you can be looking each other in the eye and you can feel them inside you from that alone. like you want to tear their clothes off and are hungry for the feeling of their skin and their closeness but even just this feels like heaven, feels connected to them in the deep place where pleasure comes from.

would you still fuck me if i were an angelic creature of unknown origins that crawled into your attic with tears on my face and broken wings

Sketchin my peenids for this transmasc zine I’m submitting to, do you think tumblr will let me post it?

he needs to be raped. for enrichment purposes.

stalking will always be romantic to me like oh, you're curious about me? you want to know what i'm doing right now? where i am? what kind of clothes i'm wearing? the kind of people i hang out with? i think it's sweet to have someone so fascinated by you that they pay attention to all the little details of your life. that kind of devotion is beautiful to me ♡

the type of horny only noncon could fix

yes keep mocking me it turns me on

Thinkin about being an experimental toy for a doctor who likes me just a little too much 🩷

Your doctor slipping you an aphrodisiac in place of your usual medication watching as your skin flushes and you shift uncomfortably against your examination table while he continues his usual checkup. His latex gloved fingers tracing gently across your skin teasing over ever sensitive spot on your body. Acting oblivious to your soft panting and the way you twitch when his hands are on you. Pushing his fingers down on your tongue to watch you drool all over yourself, pushing his fingers deeper to make you gag under the guise of checking your reflexes. Poking and prodding you until you finally beg him to touch you, beg him to make you feel better. And who is he to say no? He is your doctor after all, it's his job to make you feel better. Pressing you to the table and sliding his hand into your soaked panties, rubbing perfect experienced circles around your clit making your body shudder. He coos at you and praises you for doing so well, taking it like such a good girl. Sliding his thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt fingering you restlessly until you've cum multiple times, but don't worry, he's not done with you yet 🩷