#srsly tho
your mentality is literally a result of intestinal bacteria but you wouldnt get it tho. yuor bacteria wouldnt get it
Just so everyone is aware this is barely a joke. Your stomach bacteria have a huge impact on your brain chemistry.
That’s cool. Why are they making me sad
i just gave them treats why they mad at me
Why I post pics
I can see my own progress as an athlete.
I want to appreciate the way I look.
I’m proud of my body.
Why I don’t post pics
Because I want to be hit on
Because I’m horny
Becasue I want men to message me nasty things (including dick pics)
Becasue I want people to assume I am a walking sex toy for their own use
Unpopular opinion: women are human beings and should be treated as such
What do we think? Should I take him up on this? We’re an 88% match, so there’s some potential. Maybe I could be his Daddy.
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You know how I know our happy hour bartender likes me? This was the pour she gave me on a glass of wine.
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I’ve been helping Reaction Junkie pack and get ready for his move all day today. And you know what he’s done in return?
He’s been threatening to lock me in dark places, saying things to creep me out, like “don’t wake her up” and “she can’t fit in there,” and has made me cry at least four times. Including within two minutes of getting to his new apartment.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
I get hurt pretty frequently, and that’s often done via impact play. When I saw this gifset, though, I realized that I rarely get spanked or hit on the ass, and it’s been ages since someone made me bend over their knees or lay across their lap and spanked me like a naughty little girl.
I think part of why I want to be spanked is that it can be seen as humiliating. Children get punished that way. Making me, a grown woman, bend over your knee and receive the same kind of punishment a little girl might get is insulting, infantalizing, and belittling. Especially when you run your finger along my cunt and comment on how wet I am and how much I’m enjoying it, playing with my clit and pushing your fingers into me, making me moan. Maybe you make a comment about how this is the proper punishment for me, since women are basically children, anyway. I start to protest, but you stop me and, instead, order me to agree. You spank me again until I cry out, “You’re right. Women have the emotional and intellectual abilities of children.” You stop hitting me and tell me to continue as you press a vibrator against my clit as I say “We need men to keep us in line and teach us how to behave. Spanking is the right way to punish a woman. We need the pain to drive the lesson home. Being hurt helps us learn.” As I continue speaking, saying more and more misogynistic things, you point out how much I’m moaning and whining, calling me a “gender traitor” and telling me I’m taking feminism two steps back. Finally, you tell me to cum, to get off to all of the awful things I’m saying about women. A moment later, you feel the orgasm hit me as I shake against you.
There’s also the roleplaying/ageplay related aspects of it. I could be the naughty Catholic high school girl who gets sent to the principal’s office. When I enter the room, you make me bend over your desk and spank me as punishment for talking during class. As you do, I’m ashamed to feel my pussy getting wet and warmth growing between my legs. When you’re done, you tell me my panties are a violation of the dress code, “Take them off and hand them to me.” I hesitate, knowing that if I do, you’ll feel that they’re wet. You sternly say, “Now.” And I bend down, slipping them off. When I give them to you, you feel how soaked they are. “Why are these wet? you ask, already knowing the answer. "I…I don’t know, sir,” I respond, embarassed about my arousal response to being spanked. “Bend back over the desk,” you instruct me. I comply, anxious and excited for what might come next. You begin spanking me again, this time on my bare bottom. I squirm and a moan escapes before I can stop it. I hear you chuckle softly. You run your hand down my ass and push it between my legs. I gasp, shocked that you’re touching me like that. When I start to protest, you shut me up by pushing two fingers into my aching pussy. I moan again, and you say, “What a dirty little slut you are. Pussy soaked, moaning with the principal’s fingers inside you. Tell me you’re a slut.” I hesitate, and you pull your hand away, giving me a sharp smack on the ass. “I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” I yelp. “Good,” you say. I hear the sound of a zipper and start to turn around, “Sir, what are you doing?” You grab my hair and push my head against the desk, “Did I say you could move, slut?” “No, sir,” I whimper. “Then don’t move. As for what I’m doing, I’m treating you how girls like you deserve. Giving you a punishment that might actually stick, since you’re a perverted slut and enjoy being spanked.” Before I can respond, you grab me by my hair and pull me to the ground. “Get on your knees, slut.” Shaking with arousal and not a little fear, I obey. “Now,” you say, pushing your cock between my lips, “Let’s see if you can’t do something more useful with that mouth of yours than disrupt class.”
I also like the dd/lg dynamic that could be in play for spanking. Instead of being treated like a naughty little girl, I would be a naughty little girl, getting punished in an appropriate way. Of course, after I was suitably spanked and had learned my lesson, you tease and play with my cunt and ass until I’m begging to cum. Instead, you throw me on the bed, undoing your pants. You grab me and push your cock into my tight cunt. I yelp as you start fucking me, making it hurt. I get used to the feeling and am just starting to get into it when you pull out. I whine, but then feel you pressing against my ass. I try to scramble away, but you grab me and shove into me, stretching me. I gasp and say, “No, Daddy, please! It hurts!” You ignore my begging and continue pushing into my unlubed hole. You tell me, “Hush. Be brave for Daddy. Don’t you want to be a brave, good little girl? I know you do.” I whimper, but stop begging you to stop. After a moment that feels much longer, you say, “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s all the way inside you.” Before I can respond, you start fucking my ass, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head up. I cry out, saying, “Oh, Daddy, please! It hurts so much.” But I don’t try to get away. I want to be a good girl for you. After a moment, I’m used to it enough to push back against you. At that moment, you slam into me and stay there, cumming in my tight little ass. I hear you grunt and moan, and that’s the final straw. I cum, and cum hard. As we both collapse into the bed, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
PS. Oops this kinda turned into a set of mini-fantasies instead of just a comment about wanting to get spanked. I’m guessing that’s okay with y'all.
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What is the appropriate attire to wear to lunch with a prospective play partner/kind young man who will hit me and bruise me and his girlfriend who is several years younger than I am?
She presumably knows that I want to play with him, and obviously is fine with it, but this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this and I’m nervous.
Also super excited because this guy is intelligent, sweet, sarcastic, responsible, and really cares about consent. Oh, and loves to hit people, give them bruises, and fuck with their minds. You know, the dream.
And of course I meet him, and another awesome person, about a month before I move ten hours away.
Srsly tho, what do I wear?
RACHANDO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Maybe this would be the encouragement I needed to finally get a bike.
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I wrote this up the day after it happened, and I like the title and the first part, so I’m leaving it, even though the “last night” in question happened weeks ago.
Last night, Reaction Junkie and I played like we haven’t in far too long. We were trying to be productive, and I asked him to order me around, if he was up for it. And boy, did he. He called me names, hit me, and reminded me of my place. I got much more done than I would have otherwise, and enjoyed doing it for more.
Later, when we were relaxing on the couch watching HIMYM in out underwear (that’s love), he started scratching my back. It felt good, so I asked him to keep doing it. When he continued, he started scratching deep and hard, which still felt good, but in a very different way. Next, he had me in my side and started hitting the back of my thigh. He punched and slapped, hitting me hard with both hands. I went to block once or twice, and he ordered me to keep my hands by my sides. I complied, although it was hard as I watched his hands slamming into me and felt the impact deep in my body. He threw in some elbowing and kneeing, and I relaxed and reveled in the pain.
After he stopped, we continued watching, and eventually he began rubbing my cunt. I closed my eyes and got into it. I got close to cumming a couple times, but kept getting distracted by the show. Eventually, I asked him to turn it off. Reaction Junkie shut off the tablet, and kept touching me. After a few minutes, he told me, “Crawl to the bedroom and use your vibrator to get yourself off.” I grinned, got off the couch, and crawled to the bedroom. Once there, I grabbed a vibrator and climbed into bed. I held it to my clit and started fantasizing.
Reaction Junkie joined me after a couple minutes. He lay next to me for a moment, watching me. Then he got on top of me. Next thing I knew, there was a hand over my mouth, holding my nose shut and cutting off my air. I struggled, a futile action, of course, and when he finally allowed me to breathe again, I gasped for air. When he put his hand around my neck and squeezed, I felt my consciousness drift a little and the edges of my vision start to grey. Reaction Junkie let go well before I was close to going out, but even that little bit gave me a rush.
Intermixed with the breathplay and choking, Reaction Junkie lobbed insults at me and growled threats in my ear. He used his hands to hurt me. He hit me, of course, but he also found just the right places to press in and make me grit my teeth and groan. I’d missed the rush of this kind of spontaneous degradation, fear, and pain. I was so turned on by everything being inflicted on me that my pain tolerance shot through the roof. When Reaction Junkie leaned over and dug his teeth into my arm, I moaned and savored the deep pain that resulted. When he let up with the bite, he quickly followed up by punching the exact spot he’d just released. I yelped, and when he started squeezing the area, I sucked in my breath at the building agony.
As he was doing all this to me, I continued to press the vibrator against my clit. I had started out this masturbation session by fantasizing. When Reaction Junkie came in, I’d been distracted from my fantasy. But I soon found I didn’t need it. Normally I have to fantasize pretty hard, and it can be quite a bit of work for me. This time, though, I didn’t have to put in much of my own work to get off. I sunk in to the experience, the fear, the feeling of his weight on me, the pain, the words he was saying to me. And I came, capping off an unexpectedly wonderful evening with an orgasm.
Megan MacKay is so important and I love her
YOU ARE EQUALLY IMPORTANT AND I LOVE YOU MORE
damien getting UPSET that EROS DIDNT ACCEPT HIM!!! HELLO!! I’M RIGHT HERE!! U DON’T EVEN HAVE TO PAY FOR THESE SERVICES HONEY… IT’S FREE!
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Anyone else realize that Arthur’s cigarettes got more screentime than his pants
Lev isn’t a cat. Lev is a friendly wolf being raised among cats.
“why would dwarves want to be Andrastian”
consider that the dwarves that express interest in Andraste are either casteless or surface dwarves, aka rejected from birth from the dominant philosophy, or become rejected from the dominant philosophy because they leave Orzammar
can’t imagine why dwarves would go to a religion that, for better or worse, welcomes converts, when their traditional views either see them as worthless or only of use because of their economic support to Orzammar
American Ghost Stories presenter: it’s said that people feel cold drafts where there are no open doors or windows
Me, a European: you’re talking about the Tower of London
Presenter: such mysterious cold chills
Me: it’s a 900 year old castle you don’t have to open a window to get blown over
Presenter: oooooo mysterious!
Me: PLEASE FOR GOD’S SAKE
