The Urge To Be This, And Do This To Them Are Two Rabid, Horny Wolves Inside Me😭

Being talked down to as you get fucked. The faux sympathy, calling you a dumb puppy in a gentle voice, patronising you. They feel you tighten around them, knowing just how much you like it. “Aww is it too much?” “Does the stupid mutt like that?” “Shhh it’s okay, I know puppy likes it. Just let yourself feel good, stupid dogs don’t need to think.”

ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked

thinking about torturing a cute subby boy until he cums all over himself because i can’t get enough of his whines and the sight of it <3

oh baby, we'd make an even bigger mess of you once we're through~

Leaking precum all over myself and my boxers in excitement for mommy coming home from work, shopping, etc and then being embarrassed by the mess I made while she cleans me up and pokes fun at me for being so needy.

When the earth kisses my skin, and the flowers dance on my tounge

When the sky sings my name, and the stars long for my breath, my voice, upon them once again

Then, my dears, is when you shall know the true peace of simplicity in the spirit of the wild

Wanting a romantic relationship as a (most likely) aroace not in a "If you want a girlfriend you can't be aroace, it doesn't work like that" kind of way but in a "I want someone to choose me. I want someone to choose me, day after day, for the rest of our lives, because they want to. I want to be someone's partner, I want to be someone's first pick, I want to be their favorite one. I don't want to be shunted aside in favor of husbands, wives, and kids, because our schedule changed, because we've moved on to different things. I want to be a priority. I want them to fight to keep me, I want to fight to keep them. I want to hold someone, I want to be held. I want to exist in their space, I want them in mine. I don't want to find out they mattered so much more to me than I did to them. I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb." kind of way

You don't understand how much I need this

Get you a man that learns what you’re into and says ‘bet’ 🫠

that and other colors for femme gays, totally not me at all

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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