I caved and made a secret blog to be a weird pervert, if you know me no you dont
No Minors in this house please
Any pronouns (usually use she/they)/no gender I'm just some guy
24 yrs old
Uhh I might have tags from time to time? Unsure, majority of the things I rb are fantasy for me! Currently it's things from cnc, beastie ish thoughts, other things as well scattered here and there
DMs are always open id love to chat and make friends lol
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all she wanted was to suck this guy's cock in the bathroom.
the music was great, the atmosphere was right. everyone was having fun, herself included. she was a little bit tipsy - just the right amount to give give a pleasant buzz and cause a nagging tingling of arousal between her legs.
she's a lesbian. she has a girlfriend. it's just that lately, whenever she's horny, she starts feeling curious. about men. she had given them a try years ago and figured that wasn't for her, and ever since then she's been firm about being gay. still, that was so long ago. maybe it's something she needs to get out of her system every once in a while. her girlfriend doesn't have to know.
the desire was nagging at her. she figured: do it now. pick someone at this party she doesn't know, who won't give her the whole "i thought you were a lesbian?" talk. give him a blowie in the bathroom. satisfy her... nostalgia?... for man cock and get that much needed confirmation that, no, she's a lesbian, men don't interest her much.
...so how did she end up like this? bent over the toilet seat with her ass up in the air, pants and underwear around her ankle, while the guy she was only supposed to give a blowjob to, is fingering her asshole with one hand and scrolling her phone with another.
"wow, you really do have a girlfriend. maybe i should snap a few pictures and send them her way."
"n-no... don't do that..."
"but you do want me to fuck your ass. doesn't sound like you love your girlfriend very much."
"i do... i just... i don't know... i need this."
she's not even sure why it's her ass that he's so interested in. she hasn't done anal in a long time. they found lube in one of the cabinets, though, so he decided for her, and she didn't object. whatever he's doing, it's working. she feels good. his fingers are making her feel good, and the thought that she'll be spending the rest of this party with a loosened up asshole is driving her crazy in a way she couldn't have possibly predicted.
"fine, i'll fuck your dyke ass."
she doesn't have to wait long. when he buries his cock in her slick gaping ass, she can't stop herself from moaning in pleasure and surprise from having her backdoor filled up like this. it's a good thing there's loud music playing outside of the bathroom.
she's getting fucked in the ass by a man, a stranger, in someone's bathroom. what she's doing is stupid. letting him yank her phone from her hand was stupid. not objecting or questioning anything is stupid. oh, but she's enjoying the stupidity to the fullest. it feels so good. she's a stupid slut and she's loving it.
"you like that, bitch?"
"heh... eheh... yeah. i love it."
"good. well, guess what. there's more for you."
he yanks her by the hair, lifting up her upper body and arching her back enough so that he can open the lid on the toilet.
he pushes her head down into it. she's so limp and so blissed out from having her asshole ravaged, she just lets it happen. her face hangs right above the water.
"here, this is what a trashy cheating dyke slut gets."
she's getting fucked in the ass with her head in the toilet. and all she can do is moan into the bowl, with her ass sticking up eagerly just like before. she's letting a stranger humiliate her, turn her into a toilet bitch, a headless onahole with no dignity. she's disoriented, overwhelmed, ecstatic.
pounding her mercilessly, he throws the lid closed onto her head, and that's when it happens: an unrelenting spasm shocks her entire body, a combination of physical pleasure and blissful degradation. her neglected pussy gushes like a hose onto the tiled floor.
"oh, this is what you love, huh? bet your... ugh!... bet your girlfriend doesn't know that about you. seems like even you didn't know. ngh!"
he keeps taunting her despite his brutal pace. she's defenseless against both. it just feels so good. so right. she's a stupid toilet slut. she's a pathetic anal whore who cums her brains out from being humiliated while being fucked in the ass by a stranger.
he flushes the toilet. she struggles and whimpers when the water hits her face, ruining her make-up and hair, making her a complete mess. it's disgusting. she can't breathe. she squirts again, cumming so hard she's seeing stars.
he grabs her by the hair again, lifting her head up from the toilet.
"say it, bitch. say you're a nasty slut who loves getting fucked in the ass."
"i'm...! i'm a nasty slut... i'm a nasty toilet slut who looooooves... loves getting fucked... and treated like shit..."
she can't open her eyes with all the water and make-up dripping off her face and wet hair clinging to it, nor can she look behind her. for all she knows he's got her phone in his hand again and face-timing her girlfriend so she can see and hear all of this.
Getting addicted to porn one hole at a time. Doomscrolling endless gifs of anal whores being used like fleshlights and deciding to take a toy up your ass so you can be a gaped open mess too. Watching facefucking videos and learning you can cum just from deepthroating a dildo and rubbing your clit. Edging for hours and preventing yourself from cumming for as long as you can hold the urge off, because staying in that blissful braindead state has become your top priority.
it makes my hole extra wet when the bitch looks like she regrets her life decisions. stupid cunt, you signed a contract to let Men use you however They want, you can't back out now.
watching a cunt struggle to take Cock, gagging, drooling and struggling to breathe during a brutal facefuck makes me so jealous. all i want to do is recreate it, choking on my dildo so i can be better for Men. it doesn't matter how bad my jaw hurts, i won't stop until i can effortlessly deepthroat Cock like a pornstar.
i feel so proud that porn normalises degrading acts. all Men deserve to order around some useless cunt, demanding she debase herself for His pleasure. even so-called feminist bitches will replicate porn for their Man behind closed doors.
if a Man wishes to piss on me and force me to drink it all, i'll do my best to please Him. it doesn’t matter how vile and disgusting it may taste, it is my honour and absolute privilege to worship a God's Cock and swallow everything that comes out if it.
i love to see a God brutally fucking a bitch's ass, totally focused on His own pleasure and completely ignoring her dripping cunt. all i want is to gape my asshole for Men to spit, cum and piss into, just like the whores on my screen.
ugh, i need to start training my ass and duct tape my slit shut so i can focus on the only important hole i have.
i used to enjoy fucking my cunt and cumming on my dildo to Men beating, abusing and raping pathetic whores. now i will edge myself to degrading porn as many times as i can.
remember, cumming is for Men and edging is for cunts.
Grinding on someone's shoe is so underrated. It's degrading, deeply pathetic, and makes you look like a desperate whore. What part of that is unappealing?
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Girl who has portal panties and a portal mask, who wears them out almost every day. She's got them on public access but she's so used to them and so prepared it's almost gotten boring. She'll wear pads to soak up the small loads people pump into her cunt and wont even blink when the next 5in cock pushes past into her mouth.
Girl who has a long trip ahead of her and wears her portals out. But traveling out into the country side she feels something different. The cock pushing into her pussy is tapered and thick and its fucking her so fast and Fuck! is it getting bigger? Fat doggy knot swelling in her cunt, stretching her out before it starts pumping her full of mutt sludge. She'd be moaning but a massive musky horse cock has forced its way into her throat and people on the train are staring at the bulge in her throat and all the spit pouring down her neck and onto her tits.
The knot finally tugs out of her and the deluge of canine spunk soaks through her pad staining a dark spot in her shorts. But it's not nearly over. She's stuck for hours, too cock drunk, shaking and cumming too hard to turn off the portals as each dog and horse and pig and goat glazes her insides with an animal cocktail. Her shorts and shirt ruined with a thick sticky mess of cum.
Dad who's obsessed with watching the dog ruin my holes.
Hotter if he doesn't even know it's wrong, he's always been kinda sheltered and repressed and raised me kind of the same even unintentionally. But when he brings home a big hulking mutt who's arguably more man than he is, he becomes utterly fascinated with how it swings its dick around and how I react to it. I stare, drool, touch myself (never used to but I just didn't know it felt so good!) and start looking for stories and videos that teach me it's like, sooooooo normal???
Dad thinks so too or at least doesn't see the harm. He just watches me as I get braver and stupider, going from stroking that knotted dick to throating it balls deep, getting tied and passing out only to wake up and keep sucking. I drop out of school because it was getting in the way of trying new positions and getting filled and knot fucked til my holes are loose and slipping out of me. Dad likes to sit nearby, stroking himself. He used to resist for a while but decided this wasn't wrong either, it's not like he was fucking me. And he doesn't even want to... my holes aren't really for human cock anymore and he likes it that way.
I like it too, I cum harder knowing I'm permanently shaped for fat, knotted breeder cock. I love bouncing on it and moaning about how my cunt belongs to him, my four-legged boyfriend. How his litters feel so good kicking in my womb and swelling me bigger. I know his perfect dick spears me so violently half of them get crushed back into goo and that's it's whole own pleasure. I think that's all normal too, why wouldn't it be? Dad said he looked it up and yeah this happens to lots of people, so I shouldn't feel bad about being a worthless knotslut dad who can't control himself long enough to even push out one pup because their other fathers dick is just too good.
sorry i just! >.< sorry. jusg . ! thinking abt a dog obsessed with my pussy! dog constantly digging their muzzle into my crotch and sitting so nice waiting for me to pull my panties down and let them go to town! not even letting me push them away when its too much!
in the mood to be tied down and force fucked against my will by a group of mean people. i want to be stripped naked and my legs forced open and hear them all laugh and mock me when they see how drippy my pussy is. i want to struggle against my ropes, beg and plead through a gag for them to just let me go, i want to cry as they run their hands all over my body, pinching and toying with my over sensitive nipples and reaching between my legs to spread and fondle my soft pussy folds. i want two of them to suck my nipples while a third bends down and begins to eat me out while I’m screaming behind my gag because it feels too good, it’s far too intimate an act when I’m being forced by strangers. i want them to suck on my clit while they fingerfuck my pussy until i cum shamefully on their face. i want cocks and straps in every hole, i want to feel full and violated and trapped as I’m fucked senseless while being completely unable to move, unable to stop them or do anything to protect my private parts. i want them slowly stretching my tight little holes and ignoring my cries and pleas that it hurts, that they’re too big, and I’m too full. i want them to make me cum over and over, torturing my clit while they pound into me so I’m forced to squirt on every dick that’s raping me, and then have then fuck me through the overstimulation. i want them to cum on my face, my tits, my mound, deep in my ass so they can watch it drip out of me and the next person can use it as lube as they line up their cock with my abused asshole. i want them to manhandle me into every new humiliating position they want me in, i want them to bring out toys and use them on every hole that isn’t currently being raped. i want them to leave me there when they’re done, tied and covered in cum until they decide they’re ready to use me again.
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being passed around........ having a train run on me......... gang rape.......... getting railed while im forced to jerk and suck whoever gets to the front
being forced to bounce on a mans dick while another cock us being rammed down my throat… even ysing my hands to get themselves off cuz im nothing more than a toy to be used <333
Enamored w the idea of 24/7 knotwarming… imagine ur cunt always being stretched around a knot, leaving your hole soooo full … until ur completely unable to stand the feeling of being empty. Ur cunt was made for taking thick knots. Being trained so you’re only able to submit to knotted doggy cock. So you have to be stuck on a knot to cum, nothing else will do it. Immediately presenting your cunt like a bitch in heat when you see a throbbing knotted cock. Having to go about your day all while pretending you’re not a knot-drunk puppy slut….. Ough
Not just logged out. Deleted. Watched the confirmation screen, typed DELETE in the box, and felt a chapter of her life close when the screen redirected to a generic homepage. She cleared her browser history. Changed her passwords to things that didn't include the word slut. Put away the collar she'd bought herself, the one she used to sleep in.
She got better.
That's the word she uses now. Better. Like she'd been sick and then recovered. In a way, she had been sick. Her work suffered. Friends degraded to acquaintances because she was always canceling plans to stay home and ruin herself. All those hours lost to edging and kink blogs and the particular shame spiral of cumming to things that made her hate herself after.
She got a new job. A good one. Marketing director for a company that made something boring and necessary, the kind of job that came with health insurance and a 401k. She showed up early. She stayed late. She impressed people. Her boss used the word "high potential" in her six-month review, and she didn't just hear it as "you'd make a good pet," which was progress.
She started running. Not far, not fast, but enough that her body felt like something she inhabited rather than something others used. She ate vegetables. She called her mother on Sundays. She went on dates with men who were nice and respectful and didn't make her feel like she was under their thumb.
She had sex too. Normal sex. The kind where both people cum and then talk about their days and fall asleep in each other's arms. Not to mention, she stopped calling herself a slut in her head while she did it. Stopped imagining someone else was watching. Not everything had to be a kink.
She was better.
Except.
Her phone still autocapitalizes "You" sometimes, a memory from years of typing it as a proper noun. She changes it when she notices, but she doesn't always notice.
Kneeling during yoga still does something to her. The instructor says "child's pose" and she folds forward and feels her forehead touch the mat and something in her chest unlocks. She breathes through it. Tells herself it's just a stretch.
She still begs sometimes when she touches herself. Not every time. But sometimes the words slip out, quiet and desperate, "please" and "let me" and "I'll be good," and she doesn't know who she's talking to and she doesn't let herself think about it too deeply. Oh, and she lets herself cum. That's a big one. Normal, healthy orgasms. Not the hours-long edging sessions that used to leave her stupid and shaking. Just regular masturbation, like regular people have.
She was doing really well, all things considered, but unfortunately forward progress can only last so long for fragile things that try to put themselves back together.
It's a normal Thursday when the cracks start to show.
She's home early from work, a rare thing, and she's done everything right. Made dinner. Gone for a run. Called a friend. She's sitting on her couch with a book and a cup of tea like a person with no baggage at all.
But she's bored.
Bored in a specific way. Like something is missing and she can't name it and the not-naming is only making it worse. The book isn't landing. The tea is too hot. Her skin feels tight.
She puts down the book. Picks up her phone. Opens Instagram, closes it. Opens TikTok, closes it. Her thumb hovers...
She could just look. That's not relapsing. Looking isn't doing. She's a different person now. She can handle it.
She types the blog name from memory. Of course she remembers it. Six months is nothing. Especially when she spent years there.
The blog looks the same. The familiar layout, the font, the cadence of the posts. She scrolls without reading, just getting a feel for it. Just checking in. She's anthropologizing her past self. That's healthy, probably. Confronting where she came from.
She reads one post.
It's nothing special. Short, almost throwaway. Something about how good girls don't need to understand why they obey, they just need to feel how right it is. She's read a hundred posts like this before. A thousand maybe.
But it still hits. Her thighs press together.
She knows she should get off this app. This is the exact sequence of events that led to all the bad times before. Late night, boredom, one post, two posts, suddenly it's 3am and she's edging on the floor of her bedroom, begging an empty room to let her cum.
She reads another post.
This one is longer. About corruption. About how the girls who come back after trying to leave always fall harder than they did before. About how the "better" never really takes, it just builds pressure, and when they finally break they shatter into something even more desperate than they were the first time.
She should definitely get off this app.
She doesn't.
Her hand moves without her deciding. Slides under the waistband of her leggings. She's wet. Just from two posts and the memory of who she used to be.
She reads another post. Touches herself while she reads. Doesn't let herself cum. That would be giving in. That would be admitting something. She can edge a little and go to bed and pretend this didn't happen.
An hour passes.
She's on the floor now. She doesn't remember moving to the floor, but here she is, on her knees, one hand between her legs, scrolling with the other. Her leggings are around her thighs. She's making sounds she hasn't made in months. Whimpers. Little pleas. The begging she told herself was beneath the new her.
She doesn't cum. She won't let herself cum. If she doesn't cum, this doesn't count. If she doesn't cum, she's still better. She's just having a moment. A slip. Everyone slips.
Two hours.
She's crying now. Not sad crying. The other kind. The kind that happens when you've been edging so long your body doesn't know what else to do with the sensation. Her clit is swollen and throbbing and she can't stop touching it and she can't let herself finish and she can't get off this fucking app.
The posts keep coming. She reads them all. Drinks them like water after a drought. Her brain is getting fuzzy, that familiar fog she used to chase for hours. She missed it. God, she missed it. All those months of being better and she never felt like this. Never felt this alive, this desperate, this much like herself.
"I'm a slut," she whispers, testing it out.
The word lands in her chest and explodes into warmth. She says it again. Adds more words.
Dumb slut. Desperate slut. Pathetic, needy, cock-drunk slut who can't stop scrolling.
She cums.
Six months of healthy orgasms revealed as pale imitations of this. She screams into her empty apartment and shakes and cries and keeps rubbing because one isn't enough, she needs more, she needs to make up for all the time she wasted pretending she didn't need this.
She cums again. And again. Until she's too sensitive to touch and too fucked out to move and she's just lying on her floor in the dark, leggings around her ankles, phone still glowing with the blog she never should have visited.
The next morning she calls in sick to work. First time in six months. She spends the day on her knees, edging, reading, scrolling. She creates a new account. Follows all the blogs she used to follow. Reblog, like, reblog, like. Her thumb knows the motions.
She finds the collar she'd tucked away. Some part of her knew. Some part of her was always waiting for this.
She puts it on. Wraps it around her neck so tight she can barely breathe.
By the weekend, she's worse than she ever was before. The job is a distant concern. Friend's texts left unanswered. The nice men's numbers are blocked. She's back to sleeping on the floor because the bed feels too comfortable, too human, too much like something a better person would deserve.
She edges for five hours on Saturday. Eight on Sunday. She loses count of the orgasms, the denials. She talks to herself constantly, narrating her own destruction, telling herself what she is.
On Monday morning, she opens up a blank doc on her laptop.
She starts to write.
About how she tried to get better. About the job and the running and the nice men. About the residue that never washed off. About the autocapitalized You, the kneeling, the begging. About the Thursday night when she finally stopped pretending.
She writes about what it felt like to fall. How the six months of "better" had only made the drop sweeter. How she'd been so afraid of becoming this again, and now that she's here, she can't remember why. She writes about the collar around her neck as she types, about the wetness between her thighs, about how she's going to post this and then edge for hours thinking about strangers reading it.
When she's finished, she reads it back. Fixes a few typos. Considers, for one brief moment, deleting the whole thing. Then she posts it.
She sits there, collar on, cunt aching, watching the notes climb. Watching other girls reblog her words, add tags about how seen they feel. Girls who tried to get better too. Girls who are thinking about getting worse. Girls who are exactly where she was six months ago, staring at a screen, telling themselves they can stop whenever they want.
She reaches down. Starts to touch herself again. Rubbing to the fact that she's not the only one getting worse. The disease is spreading.
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Sir fixed a gel dildo to the wall underneath His desk.
"Get in there, and start riding it with your ass, pet."
I obediently kneeled, stuffed the toy into my tight hole and started moving my hips like a bitch in heat, moaning qiuetly.
"That's it. Nice and deep. Keep fucking it and i have a treat for you" He said, unzipping His jeans. "You will not stop sucking this Cock until I let you, understand? I want to see how many times you will make me come in next 3 hours".
"Do not touch your cunt, or I will put a clamp on your clit, slut. This cunt is mine not yours."