Omfg This Is So Cute

essentially all I’m saying is that you need to be less afraid of being a pervert. You have to train and practice the pervert muscles in your heart so they can grow strong. Literally everyone is a pervert about certain things and many people still think they’re perverts for chill regular things like being gay because their upbringing has left them with atrophied senses of sex. We solve both of these problems at once by encouraging burgeoning pervertedness at every step of the way and ensuring people do not feel like they have to hide it under lip service to norms

Thinking about forcing someone into wetting themselves.

Imagine being on a long walk with you. The walk started with You're begging me to let you go and find somewhere quiet to relieve yourself, but I'm seemingly prepcupied with getting to where we need to be. I just keep saying"were almost there" knowing full well we're not. Holding your hand and feeling your grip tighten as you get closer to your bursting point desperately holding your legs together.

Until you can't anymore. Watching you stand there aghast and ashamed at the puddle forming beneath you. Watching as you hold your legs together desperately trying to stop the flow as a dark patch appears between your legs.

hey friends, wanted to put some words out in the universe that sometimes i need to hear myself

you aren’t gross for liking something that most people consider “gross” or “weird”. it is okay to enjoy things that other people don’t understand, even things people reflexively make fun of. as long as you are being as hygenic as possible, cleaning up after yourself and not doing anything to risk your health, making sure to take breaks from it and stay hydrated between holds, and making sure to never include non-consenting parties in your kinky shenanigans – you’re fine.

if you’ve had to hide your interests from partners out of fear, awkwardly deflect conversations with friends, or heard people you look up to make off-handed remarks – you’re not alone.

no one fully 100% understands where kinks come from, but what we do know is we don’t choose which ones we get, and as long as all parties involved are consenting, happy and healthy: you aren’t doing anything wrong.

please don’t hate yourself over the things you love. be kind to yourself, even when other people aren’t. yes I’m getting sappy on my pee blog, because being “weird” can be really hard on the old mental health at times and i hope all of y’all don’t think any less of yourselves because of this stuff. peace out 💛

tumblr puritans have never spoken to a kinky person and you can tell this because they talk about ~scary~ kinks like a child who thinks their teacher sleeps at school. they have a 1700s "actors cannot be trusted for they engage in obscene behavior" mindset. yes lil buddy people can in fact roleplay situations and then exit that roleplay and have different thoughts and actions 🤗 adding sex to performance does not actually cast a magic spell that turns you into a monster incapable of morality <3

This is a picture of "The Modern Toilet".

I want to bring a desperate pup here SO bad

It's noon, I need to get fucked with aftercare and shit so I can sleep

I have been too horny to sleep and I've yoinked it twice. It's 6am, someone neuter me

The feminine urge to put on a cute skirt and tug at it while im tryna hold my piss in but of course I end up wetting myself and feeling it allllll run down my legs 🥰

obsessed with the idea of a letting a guy grind on my leg to help keep from pissing but then he accidentally makes himself cum in the process 😫😫 like we’re laying on the bed together, the bathroom’s occupied, and he’s gotta go baddd, and what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t help him out a little, right? so i let him wrap his shaky legs around my thigh and he ruts his hips up against it, little moans and whimpers leaving his lips at the relief, barely aware of how hard he’s getting from the feeling of all the pressure inside him and the friction from my leg right on his cock. but, oh, fuck, it feels too good, and he’s suddenly losing control of his pace, his muscles tightening up in his abdomen, having to bury his face into my shoulder to keep quiet. the dumb baby thinks it’s just because of how bad he has to go, but his breath starts to hitch, and “fuckfuckfuck– oh, no!” he leans forward, hand racing to grip the bottom of my shirt for something to hold onto as he spills over into his jeans, his eyes wide with panic, thinking he’s pissing himself, until he feels the sweet, jolting release throughout his twitching cock and stains the inside of his jeans with his cum.

extra points if the toilet is open by the time it’s over but he’s too exhausted from the orgasm to move fast enough and ends up uncontrollably letting go all over the bed. maybe he would’ve made it if he hadn’t been such a slut 💕💕

Alright, I'll do the thing because 1 cool person did it.

Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: I’m in love with you.

PINK: I have a crush on you.

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.

WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.

GREEN: I find you cute.

BLACK: I would date you.

BROWN: I dislike you.