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I'm getting a bit too in my own head about a fantasy I was having this morning.
Yes, this probably is some means of reprocessing of minor trauma and taking control of a general atmosphere that caused me some distress.
But also there's just something hot about the idea of doing something you probably shouldn't be doing while tempting someone else to do something they definitely shouldn't be doing.
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It's a subby femlexi post. We love a subby femlexi post, don't we?
It's vain of me to say this, but I like to think of myself as intelligent. Or at the very least, I like to think that I'm clever. I'm not going to keep listing off ways to talk about how smart I think I am.
And yet there's a little factoid that sits in my brain and nags at me. One that might not be true, but sure is degrading to think about.
I have more tits than brains. More of my body mass is taken up by my chest than my brain.
That doesn't make me stupid. But god something about it just feel shameful. That for as clever as I am, that for all that I know and all that I've learned, on some base physiological level I have more tits than I do brains.
And I'm smart enough to know that it doesn't matter. That I can be both smart and have great tits. That there isn't a contradiction here. But some depraved, needy part of me is delighted by the fact that my body is built so that I have more tits than brains.
"But I don't want to cum"
That's just too fucking bad, isn't it? ♥
I want you to cum. I want to force that orgasm onto you. I want you to feel it, and I want you to know that I made you feel that way. I might even want to make you do it over and over. Keep a little score to myself on how many times I can make someone cum before I'm spent.
You're not cumming for your pleasure, you're cumming for mine.
Listening to a friend talk about the very problematic kink she enjoyed the other day, and grinning ear to ear knowing that I helped her develop that kink.
If you're reading this, you're an awful, terrible pervert. And it was so cute how excited you were to tell me~
Okay but /I/ wanna hear the real perv shit 👀 Real sure i'm not alone in that
Oh, I know that there's a lot of perverts who love to hear it. There's even a few that encourage me to be worse about some of the most terrible.
Unfortunately, this is still a public facing blog and I need to be mindful of that. Both in that I have some amount of dignity that needs to be maintained and also that (especially on this platform) someone might stumble upon a messed up fantasy of mine and go "this person is gross and disgusting" in a negative way.
But I'll give you a relatively low hanging fruit: a regular fantasy when I'm feeling more submissive is that I want monsters to overpower and rape me.
I know, not exactly exciting unexplored territory. But we're keeping things at a spice level I think the broader tumblr audience can handle.
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My drafts are a combination of "niche horny ramble that I think won't land right with people", "maybe too perverted to actually post" and "it's probably not a good idea to throw haymakers at kinks you don't like, Lexi."
Which is a real shame because some of those haymakers are really funny.
One last thought before I vanish today
God I love being called "sir." I love the implicit authority that comes with it. I ask you a humiliating question, or issue a degrading command, and you reply "yes, sir" like a good little servant.
If you're coming to me on your knees, this will definitely help your chances~.
do not use "my sir" or the like though.
Getting to know me, my kinks, and my comfort level doing stuff is really funny because there are things that are WILDLY out of order.
For some reason my brain is way less embarrassed by "I'm into orientation play and hypnosis" than like...something like a lactation kink?
There are other kinks that I will not discuss openly that also come in a really fucking baffling order.
Also while it's not quite the same. If I like an trust you enough, I becomes willing to indulge people on kinks that are normally off the table. (if you need to ask, you are not on that level of trust.)
