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And territorial 🐶

FUCK please I’m begging 😩💕

To all those girls who complain about women being constantly "over sexualized", I'm sorry but I wanna be over sexualized. Seriously, stare at my tits while I talk. Ask me to send even tho we're txting a normal convo. Make everything I do sexual even when it's not. Like, what's the big deal? I'm a girl, I'm meant to be sexualized.

I love this plan

Bubbly bimbos with big pretty tits that need me to pick what they wear, what they do, where they go. She's a smart girl when she's off Tumblr. Smart, sweet, beautiful, and reserved. An intelligent little angel who loves to smile and be a little dorky. She's perfect in every sense of the word. I want to make her life easier and make decisions for her. Let her come home and turn her mind off. To go blank and pretty the second the door closes behind her. I want to control her life and make her happy.

You thought you might find being your man's tradwife to be suffocating. But it made your world manageable. All of that overwhelming noise is gone. All of that pressure is gone. And you have time. Does your husband require you to be fully put together when you go out? Yes. But you have time to do it. Better yet, it's self care. You feel better knowing you are put together. And it's hard to take the bitchy comments seriously when it comes from someone in stained sweatpants.

Good girls are both.

who wants to get married and live in a cute cabin away from humanity forever?

Don’t be shy, admit it. You’re just a needy little slut that just wants her holes fucked till she can’t think straight, right?

Gatekeep your submission. Be selective. Be picky. Put value in keeping your wellbeing, safety and mental health intact.

🎀Hmmmm I wonder what one? 🐾

Big facts

Getting stuffed like a turkey hehe

This.

3fun

Overthinkers have the wettest pussies

You stop a serial overthinker by pressing on their cervix until their mind goes blank..

These girls are often anxiety riddled, so they need the physical shock of their cervix being beaten to reset their brains.. turn them in stupid little drooling messes..

If this isn't an option immediately then you have to use any means to make their little pussy miserable.. so much they can't focus because its throbbing like a little heart beat.. staying so wet..

There is no time to worry about everything that could go wrong when that pussy is desperate to be filled..

Beneath the Mask

Content warning: Consensual non-consent (CNC), rough sex, bondage, impact play, primal dynamic, explicit sexual content, dark romance themes. All acts depicted are consensual within an established trust dynamic.

She stepped into the forest just after sunset, breath hitching with every crunch of her boots on the undergrowth. The trees closed in around her like secrets. She wasn’t scared, at least not the kind of scared that made her want to turn back. No, this was the kind that burned low in her stomach. He was already here. Watching, waiting. He always was. They didn’t need to text anymore. One word a day before was enough: ready. That meant she’d come alone. That meant she was his. The crooked oak stood like a sentinel at the edge of the clearing. She leaned her back against it, pulse drumming in her throat, dress clinging to her thighs in the cool night air. No bra. No panties. Just obedience in its rawest form.

She didn’t hear him. She just felt him.

A gloved hand clamped over her mouth from behind and another twisted her wrists up and back before she could breathe properly. His body pressed into hers, hard and unforgiving, trapping her between him and the bark. She moaned behind his hand, not in fear, in recognition.

“Such a good little thing,” he breathed into her ear, voice muffled slightly behind the black mask that always made her knees weak. “You waited just how I told you to.” He tied her wrists above her head, rope biting into her skin, pulling her up until she had to tiptoe. Exposed. At his mercy. Exactly where she wanted to be. He ripped the dress open at the front. One harsh pull. No hesitation. Her nipples stiffened in the night air, chest rising fast with every breath. He traced his fingers over her belly, slow, before slipping them between her legs, slick and aching for him.

“Dripping already?” he asked, smirking under the mask. “You’re so fucking easy for me.” Two fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep, his thumb grinding against her clit. She jerked, helpless to do anything but take it, moaning as he fingered her like he had all the time in the world. Then he dropped to his knees. Lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder and buried his tongue in her. No teasing. Just filthy, wet pressure, licking and sucking like he was starving for it. She whimpered. Cried out. Pulled at the rope as his tongue fucked her, over and over until her legs shook and she came hard, gasping his name like a secret torn from her mouth. He stood, unzipping his jeans, and thrust into her in one brutal, claiming motion. No build-up. No mercy. Just rough, relentless fucking against the tree. Her back scraped against the bark, her wrists strained against the rope, but she didn’t care. She gave him everything, her cries, her breath, her body and he took it like he owned it. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to blur the edges of everything but him. “You’re mine,” he growled, fucking deeper, harder, until she screamed his name again and came undone around him, clenching so tight he had to bite her shoulder to keep from losing control.

When he finally spilled inside her, he stayed there, breathing heavy against her neck, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Only then did he untie her wrists, lower her gently to the mossy ground, and pull her into his lap, both of them wrecked and silent beneath the stars. Because whatever this was, it wasn’t casual. It was ritual.

-❌tds

Recently been thinking about going out to eat with a girl who has a little vibrator inside of her,,, while she desperately tries to keep quiet, sometimes moaning into my shoulder or leaning up against me,,, once the waiter leaves, I kiss her and she's so sloppy and desperate,,,

Casual displays of dominance in public🤤🤤 like yes please grab my thigh while i’m sitting next to you and keep rubbing in circles so there’s no way i can forget it’s there, YES grab me by the hips or waist at any point bc you just want to feel me or because im just too cute and you have to keep a hold on me😣😣 pls ask me what i want at restaurants and order for me without me asking..idc im yours all yours to do whatever you want with just PLEASE touch me and give me ur attention 24/7

The Dumb Doll Mantra

The dumb doll mantra is easy to recite and very effective.

I need to be prettier

I need to be dumber

I need to be more obedient

Three lines to live by and internalise. Recite it at least three times a day, especially when looking at the mirror. And each night, ask yourself, what you have done to become a prettier, dumber and more obedient bimbo doll.