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Seeking
Well, here it is officially. Due to not-fun circumstances, I'm seeking a partner. After browsing dating sites, I'm realizing that those are not my people, but horny Tumblr definitely shares a mindspace with me.
I'm looking for a sub, one interested in a monogamous relationship, or poly if we both agree on bringing the same person in.
My idea of an ideal date... well, that was already mentioned, wasn't it. I'm looking for a person I can share my life with, someone who'd be as interested in bad movies as video games as BDSM.
Though it would take time, I would hope they move in with me at some point, as I enjoy my job and can't really move from my area. I live on the east coast of the US, in the EST time zone. Daylight savings is approaching soon, let night come sooner!
I'm sure it's mostly a standard to be on Tumblr, but to give an idea, my favorite holiday is Halloween (Spooktober best month!), I'm a big ol' card and video game nerd, and an idea of fun is casual kink, something like the sub wears a ball gag while going about her day to day activities.
I will ask, if you're seriously interested, to drop a PM, and ask that we're consistent with communication, as in, no ghosting, please. Despite my love of the spoops, ghosting is not as much fun.
To all those who've read this far and aren't interested, I appreciate your reading, and hope you do find your perfect play partner(s)!
Personal Opinion...
I've never thought that having a harem would be especially practical in real life. All that I could end up imagining happening would be a lack of proper attention to anyone within, odds are high a favorite would quickly come about the situation, making things worse for the others involved, and I can't imagine jealousy wouldn't be a massive issue.
Be happy with the person you choose to be with, don't try to get greedy! If you want to include more, make sure it's in everyone's best interests! Poly relationships crumble if not everyone agrees to it, or is fully comfortable.
Something I Miss...
I miss having my own subby little slave. Back in the day, when I was working with the girl on becoming a cow, there was little as satisfying as planning a future with her in a completely submissive state, immediately following any order given.
Feels like it's been harder to find those who're willing to submit to a total power exchange relationship, and even harder to find people close by (stupid Bible Belt, place is filled with prudes who think talking about vanilla is super kinky foreplay).
Ah, well, just feels nice to be able to rant. Thanks for coming to my Angry Ted Talk, even if it was just a couple paragraphs of frustration.
Something I Never Understood
A thought I had that I recently got reminded of was of those mid 2010's emo/scene kids. You know the ones, who'd wear black shirts with "obscure" bands, black or blue lipstick, black hair with colored streaks, ripped pants, and spiked collars.
I'm not sure if anyone else had this experience, but most of the time, those kids were purely vanilla, despite being decked out in bondage gear. It's almost funny in how consistent the stereotype was, most of them were just wearing to complete the look, but had no idea of the origin of those collars and cuffs they were wearing, or what those little D-rings were for.
If anyone could please explain, this has always confused my kink-focused brain!
There's very little that's as satisfying as tying breasts to the point they start to swell and discolor. Even better if you find the rare masochist who'll wear it under their clothes for their normal job. Even best if you find the one who, after that day, still accepts the riding crop.
Something I've always been curious about...
I've always wanted to see what it would be like to have either a sleeping sub, or one who was too drugged up to stop what was happening, even if she were aware of what was going on beforehand. Like bondage for the brain!
My idea of a perfect date night...
Is one that starts the afternoon off with some nice, tight bondage. Tools, ropes, it doesn't really matter, as long as you end up tied tight. We end up at my place, where a pizza is ordered. While we wait, we put on some bad movie or another, one we can laugh at while my cock remains in your mouth.
Once the pizza arrives, I hand-feed you yours while we continue the movie, no need to untie you. Once we're done with pizza and you've gotten some drink, your mouth goes back around my cock, it doesn't matter if it's limp and I've already cum, you're going to do your part. All the while, nice, casual fondling is going on.
Once the movie is done, it's probably evening, too late for you to go back, so I guess you're spending the night over... still in the same bonds. Morning comes, you're untied enough to get partially ready, having to rely on me for the rest before you're finally untied fully to go about your normal day. Hope you can explain those lovely rope marks!
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The little gasps, the silent screams of pleasure, and my name on your lips… you are my symphony…
On your knees, Angel. Now show me… show me what you need…
“Pinned to the shower wall, water running down your back, your warm skin tingles against the coolness of the wall. Back arched with your nipples grazing the shower and your cheek pressed to the wall, you breathe heavy as I slide my tongue all the way up and down, between your cheeks. Legs spread apart as my hands and fingers dance inside you and on your clit. Just before you reach that moment of ecstasy, you hear a loud crash. Waking you from your fantasy, you realize the crash was thunder as a storm passes over the house. The sound of the shower was the music of the monsoon on our roof. The feel of my skin... you are pleased to see is real. Your head on my arm, back pressed against me with my right arm wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. Unable to sleep myself and seeing you have been awaken by the storm, I pull you tighter. In doing so, I can feel a cool slick dribble being pressed against me. Moving left arm down and grabbing your breast and my right hand trailing down your curves, I slide it over your body and between your thighs, and pull you in closer. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of you, I hold you just like that. The roll of the thunder, the patter of the rain, and the howl of the wind are the symphony. My hand on your wet lips, the conductor. "Relax... I'll tame your storms, Angel..." Now, ease back into my embrace and dream again. I'll bring it to life for your senses. Dream, Angel. Dream, my love.”
Love notes to Angel…
“…Tenderly yet firmly, gripping your hair, lifting you to your feet and passionately kissing your lips. Then spinning you around, my hands trailing down your body to spread your legs, and lean you over the rail slightly. Kissing your neck, shoulders, back, lower back, and ass, I grip your ass tightly. Slightly lifting you and spreading you, I will lick your body. My tongue exploring all of it. Teasing your clit from behind, plunging into your dripping pussy, and sliding up your ass. Nibbling your butt as I do. My hands simultaneously gliding up your inner thigh to allow my fingers to write a love story on your wet lips…”
- Love notes to my Angel
You can’t just say it. Stand close, eyes peering right into her soul with a kind aggression. Gently lift her chin, let your fingertips graze her neck, then wrap your fingers around her throat with a tender firmness and say in a lightly growling low voice -
“You will do as you’re told, Angel…. Now, kneel and show me what you’ve earned today…”
Now you just sit right here, Angel, and tell me all about your day… I’ll be listening while I kiss the stress away…
You have been waiting for this all day, Angel. Taste how sweet you are, dripping with anticipation.
hi everyone!! tumblr terminated my account :( ugh! i was previously @queencockslut pls help me find my mutuals and followers again! reblogs pls ❤️
here’s a reminder of who i am for those who need reminding 😫
ps: pls send porn and your favorite accs i cant believe tumblr deleted me again :(
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..
fuck me brainless pls pls
I press you against the bathroom door, my hand slipping under your clothes, spreading you open, feeling how fucking wet you are just from the way I’ve been teasing you all night. “God, you love this,” I murmur against your neck, rolling my hips against you, making you gasp. “You love being my little plaything, letting me take you whenever I want.”
I slide two fingers inside, feeling the way you clench around them, the way you have to bite your lip to keep from making too much noise. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I praise, my other hand covering your mouth, muffling the desperate sounds slipping from your lips. “Be good for me. Let me fuck you right here, right now.”
Men with breeding kinks🤝pretty girls who have separation anxiety and don't want them to pull out
I wanna wear a collar and crawl around naked on the floor my holes dripping with your cum
I didn’t knock.
I knew your building’s code. I watched you press it every morning when your hands were still sleepy and your eyes barely open. I knew your routine. What time you leave. What time you come back. What time the light in your bedroom shuts off.
Tonight I waited until it was pitch black inside. Then I let myself in.
Your apartment was silent. I knew where everything was. You left your bedroom door cracked open, and I could see the curve of your thigh glowing under the streetlight leaking in. You always sleep in those thin tank tops. No bra. No panties. You never expect company. You should.
I stood there. Watching you sleep. Watching your chest rise and fall. One leg over the sheets, one hand resting close to where I wanted to be. You shifted once, and the fabric of your shirt slid up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach.
I stepped closer.
Kneeling beside the bed, I reached out and let my fingers hover an inch above your skin. I could feel the warmth, the soft pull of your body breathing in the dark.
You moaned. That tiny sound broke my self-control.
I slid my hand up your thigh. Slowly. The skin was hot. I didn’t rush. I didn’t need to. My fingers moved higher, brushing between your legs.
You were soaked. Absolutely soaked. I exhaled. Your body responded without hesitation. Your hips tilted toward my hand. You whimpered. Still asleep. Still unaware. But you wanted it. You needed it.
I climbed into bed beside you, slowly pressing my body along yours. You shivered. You felt me.
Then your eyes snapped open.You tried to speak. I covered your mouth gently. Not hard. Just enough to keep your moan to yourself.
I leaned close, mouth by your ear, my fingers sliding deep inside you.
“Shh. Don’t scream. You’re not scared of me. You’ve been waiting for this.”You were shaking. But your legs spread wider.
Your eyes welled up. Shame. Desire. Fear. All blending into one messy, beautiful surrender. I pumped my fingers in and out of you. Not fast. Just deep. Controlled. Intentional.
Your moan was muffled against my hand, but your body was loud. Your hips bucked. Your chest heaved. You were falling apart under my touch, and you couldn’t stop it.
“You’ve touched yourself here before. In this bed. Thinking about someone watching. Wishing someone would take control.”
Your hand gripped my wrist. Not to stop me. To keep me in place. “That someone is me. I’ve been here longer than you think.”
You were crying now. Tears down your cheeks. But your pussy was clenched tight around my fingers. Your thighs were shaking. You were so close.
I bit your neck. Just enough to make you flinch.“Come for me. Right now. Let go.”And you did.
You came so hard you shook the bed. You moaned into my hand like you didn’t care who heard anymore. Like all that existed was the release. The heat. The shame.
I kissed you. Deep. Filthy. Possessive. Then I whispered in your ear.
“You’re mine now. Not watching anymore. I’m staying. You belong to me.”
This must be what heaven feels like
Love the idea of casual, household free use. Sitting down on the couch next to you while you’re watching tv, just to pull you onto my lap, slide a hand up your skirt and just start rubbing your clit through your panties until a wet spot formed. Groping your tits with my other hand while you stutter through an explanation about what you’re watching, taking your shirt off without missing a beat. You’d grind on my hand while you unzip and unbutton my pants, sliding my cock out and eagerly pushing your panties to the side to shove it in while you ask me about my day. I’d love to tell you about how busy work was, and about the people I had to deal with while you whimper out little “uh huh”s with each bounce. Suddenly I’d grab your waist, shoving you all the way onto my cock as I cum deep inside of you, feeling you relax and lie back against my body, grabbing my hands and placing them on your tits, holding onto them while I squeeze and play with them. “I missed my good girl” you’d hear whispered in your ear as you cockwarmed me for the next few hours splayed over me while I lazily rubbed circles on your clit, watching tv and taking in each other’s company.
Need to fucked within an inch of my life and then heavily babied afterwards
Bonus points if you have an accent
hey i have a voice kink btw so if you wanna send me voice messages praising me n calling me a good puppy n telling me how you want to use me i might like that or something idk
Never forget that bbg
casual sexual abuse during everyday life is so hot
pulling out my tits while im trying to tell you something important
smacking my ass while im crying and trying to be vulnerable with you
shoving me to my knees while we are arguing and shoving my face into your pants
cupping my pussy in public while we are out with friends
treat me like an object !!!
If I ever say no to this, just know I’ve likely been replaced by a pod person 😂