I’ve Had Something Like This On My Mind For Some Time. In My Head, I Picture You Tying Me, Laying Me

The idea of you putting your hands on me while I do the most mundane of acts makes me melt. It feels less like a teasing touch and more of a lazy “your body is mine to caress whenever and however I want” kind of touch. Just thinking about it makes my head fuzzy 🫠

Tease…

Fun fact: the first videos I ever masturbated to were of girls making out. I imagine those videos shaped how I kiss and how I like to be kissed.

To be loved is to be known. Here’s to spending the rest of my life getting to know you ♥️

i want to know you.

i wanna know what kind of music makes you feel good, what comforts you in the dead of night. i wanna know what side of the bed you sleep on at night. i wanna know your favorite season and why, i wanna know what weather you hate. i wanna know where you feel most at home, with whom you feel most at home with. i wanna know what you did growing up, your hobbies, your interests. i wanna know why you think the way you think, i wanna know how you see the world.

i want to know you so badly.

I already know I’m yours. Still, you should prove it to me 🐯

Feeling extremely possessive today. You’re mine and I want you to know it.

this is called argument to moderation or the middle ground fallacy! It is truly one of the most easily debunked fallacies out there, and this graphic does a great job of achieving exactly that. But it did get me thinking about why the fallacy is so common in the first place.

my best guess is that a significant amount of time and effort goes into embedding children with the values of compromising, sharing, and reaching common ground, and in the elementary school setting, that approach is pretty dang important.

i.e friends Sally and Jenny spend recess together. Sally wants to go on the swings but Jenny wants to go on the slides during recess. Solution: what if the first half of recess they play on the swings and the second half they play on the slides. this line of thinking works incredibly well in the elementary school setting because it’s very rare that people of that age range are ever coming up with inherently “wrong” options or viewpoints. There’s nothing (from a moral values standpoint) that makes swings better than slides so there’s nothing wrong with treating them equally and creating a 50/50 solution. The trouble comes when we don’t move away from this line of thinking as thoughts develop and people can (and do) come up with morally wrong viewpoints. Having the skill of compromise in one’s tool belt is valuable, but it is not a standalone skill. It must be accompanied by an understanding of how to investigate which viewpoints are worth compromising for. It may feel uncomfortable, but knowing when not to relent is just as important as being open to change. I love the middle ground fallacy. thanks for coming to my ted talk 👹

and other times, there’s this 👹

when they're loud as they cum. moaning, groaning, breathing heavily. let me hear that my holes are bringing you pleasure. let me hear that using me feels so good you're gonna shoot your load inside of me or onto my naked body. let me hear you, i beg you.

Who’s to say I haven’t already been edging for you? Should I count the ones from the past two days or would you like me to start from zero?

Deny yourself for me, pet. Tonight and in the morning. Maybe more. Whatever it takes so that when I get back home, you are as insatiable for me as I feel for you right now. ❤️

Count your edges. I’ll ask you how many times you’ve edged, and if I like the number, I’ll let you cum.

If not… well, we’ll get you there 😈

God this one is so appealing, and I don’t have a total understanding of why. It’s hard to explain how I can like sex with you when it’s very methodically discussed/agreed upon and I can also like sex with you when there’s less dialogue and there’s instead just one person taking charge and having their way with the other. My best guess is that there’s a deep feeling of safety that I have with you that even when you’re treating me like your toy, I know it won’t be in a way that harms me.

i dont know man. Either way I’m super turned on now and I want this real bad. Another pro of not having roommates is that this becomes achievable 👹

touch me like you own me. come up behind me and squeeze my tits while we're cooking. flip up my skirt whenever I bend over, slide my panties to the side and wet your fingers there. put them in my mouth afterward. make me spread my legs and show you my pretty cunt while you work.

just, treat me like your favourite toy

🥵

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at my dirty girl getting off by just humping Daddy’s thigh. No, no, no, don’t turn away from me. There is no reason to be embarrassed; keep those gorgeous eyes right on me. That’s my good girl, just like that. Daddy really has turned you into such a dirty little toy, hasn’t he? Just look at you, precious. Completely naked on Daddy’s thigh, rubbing your needy little cunt till you get off.”

this. I want you to push my body to its limits solely for your own gain. Just so I can show you how good of a toy I am for you

inspection/experiment kink but it’s about a new, slightly inexperienced dom using me to figure out what they like. blindfolding and tying me down carefully, watching me squirm for several long minutes before going god, that’s nice. starting to touch and grope me, growing bolder and bolder until i’m feeling thoroughly objectified, and hearing them say yeah, this is cute. it’s fun pretending you’re a toy like this. asking me to call them different names and titles while they’re edging me, and hearing their rushed inhale when i say the perfect one for them. say that again, pet.

topping and bottoming in different ways before deciding on what they prefer while i’m fucked out and oversensitized beneath them. writing all their newfound favorite pet names on me, until my skin is covered with fucktoy and pretty plaything and good mutt. fingering and stroking me until they’ve found out just how to drag the right whimpers and moans out of me; accidentally pinching my nipples a little too hard so that i yelp, and immediately saying oh, that one’s my favorite. pushing their fingers carefully down my throat until i start to gag, and then: aw, are those tears? they’re a good look on you.

raining slaps on my chest, my face, my thighs, until they’ve got the rhythm and technique down. forcing a particularly loud scream from me the first time you land a slap perfectly between my legs, and laughing in delight. fuck, darling. you know, i think i might be a sadist.