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take your sexual frustration out on me please and thanks!
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More like 100 of them??
pls.
"From the moment she's collared, she knows her bratty mouth has brought her sinful trouble."
And peaceful
Having a man lead and make the decisions for you is so comforting đ
Really need a werewolf to rape his knot into me right now and fuck my tight pussy full of his thick cum. I want him to force me to cum very much against my will, orgasming hard on his knot. I want him to rape me so hard my eyes roll and my body shakes as he forces me through several of the strongest convulsing orgasms my poor little body can withstand; and I want him to breed me. Purposfully, shamelessly. Rape me full of his pups while I shake so hard from cumming I cant even beg him not to. I need my brain melted and my pussy knotted and my womb seeded and I need it now.
Yes, please take my mind. There far too much thinking going on in there.
I think that you've been using your brain far to much. Why don't you give it to me and I'll take care of it? Make sure you have the best thoughts running through your head.
You should just give it to me.
Even though it do agree that a Man should never have to cook after a long day of work, I absolutely adore a Man who WANTS to cook for me.
Why a Womans Place is in the Home
You were told that anything boys can do, girls can do. You were offended when you heard the term âbarefoot and pregnant.â You thought a âwomanâs place being in the homeâ was ignorant and old-fashioned. You didnât think youâd enjoy cooking meals. You liked restaurants and take out. You thought you were independent. You had a job and a career. Hereâs why youâre so much happier now. 1. Routine. You always know what to do and when to do it: when to wake up, when to have things ready, when you have time to sit and stare out the window, what time His car pulls into the driveway. Itâs so good to know what to expect. So good to never wonder. So good to just follow the routine.Â
2. The world is strange. All those debates about politics and economics and social issues gave you a headache. Now that your domain is the home, you never have to think about those thorny questions. You biggest questions are what to wear, what to buy at the grocery store, and if today is a laundry day.
3. It feels right. You still remember the day you came home late from work and he had to make you both dinner. You got red all over. It was never his job, it was always yours. You knew it, and He knew it. Youâll never make that mistake again. 4. Cooking is a womanâs job. He always praises your cooking. You never thought you could be so proud of an accomplishment so why not take the time to do more.
5. There is order. When you both worked, your home was always neglected. Always dishes in the sink. Always mail to sort. Things piled up. Now, the house is in perfect.
6. No competition. When you were trying to make it in the working world, you were exhausted all the time. You tried to lean-in, compete, stay ahead of things, but it was so hard for you. He, on the other hand, competes with relish.
7. Housework. Â Making sure the house is clean after a full week of work is not fair to Him so of course itâs for you to do, and your desire to keep him happy means the house is spotless.Â
8. No Stress. Outside your home, you were constantly unsure of how to dress. Work appropriate means âdonât be too sexyâ but if you try to be sexy, are you being slutty? Now, you dress like the perfect housewife, just like they used to show on TV. You love how you look and how He looks at you.
9. Children. Youâre ready to be bred. The house is ready. Your mind and body are ready. Heâs ready. You canât imagine how women who work could possibly make a suitable home for a family. You know youâre going to be the perfect mother.
10. Itâs Who We Are. At first, you hated this reason. When you read it at first, you thought it was a joke. You see now that itâs the root of everything. The truth that was always with you. Youâre only a girl. You canât be expected to do more than this. You accept it. After all, itâs your natural state.
taken and edited slightly from this post https://yournaturalstate.tumblr.com/post/179425481618/why-your-place-is-in-the-home-you-were-told-that
Torture. This is the literal definition of torture.
Things had been awkward for me since her boyfriend almost caught me with my hand inside her, but she hadn't been any different. If anything she'd been worse. Intentionally spilling drinks on me, Laughing at me whenever I said anything sincere. You knew what you were doing. This time though you encouraged him to go out, to leave us alone. He always had a reason not to. Your behaviour got worse. You "accidentally" let me catch you in a towel after your shower. You brushed your ass against me when you walked past me. I'd had enough. One morning he went out while you were still sleeping. I waited for his car to pull away and went to your bedroom. You were still asleep. Perfect. I woke you up by slapping you between your legs. I pulled your panties to the side and spat in your face before I forced myself inside you. You went to kiss me, but I pushed you flat on your back and slapped you. "Don't you fucking dare kiss me". The command caused you to try again, so I place my palm over your face and pushed you back down. Holding your head down on the bed I thrust deep inside you. Slow, deliberate strokes. I want you to feel every inch of me. I want you to see how hard I am for you. You've given me no choice but to do this. I hate you. I demand you rub your clit for me as I move inside you. Still slow. Still deep. You're so wet for me that I want to go faster, but I won't give you the satisfaction. I can hear you gasping beneath my palm, can feel the rapid breaths and moans under my hand. You're rubbing yourself faster now, desperate, legs clinging to me as you try to find release. When you're so close that your hips are bucking beneath me, I stop, and let go of your face. I look at your eyes as I stroke myself and shoot all over your dripping wet cunt. Brats don't get to cum.
When you find a feminist out in the world. You have a duty to correct her silly thoughts of "equality" and "feminism". Just fuck those thoughts out of her head, and soon she will start thinking about cooking, cleaning, and getting pregnant like a proper woman. So get out there and correct a feminist today!
No more thinking
No more worries
No more ambitions
No more anxiety
No more opinions
You're happier when you're brainless
You're better when you're stupid
i love being a slut online and showing my body off to men, male attention and validation is the only thing that makes me feel less empty
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Anywhere, any time he wants.
hiiiiii! ummm so!! I actually totally forgot what I wanted to say... but!! i really like how nice you are to us even tho were just silly sluts and we make lotsss of mistakes so you show us how to be cuter for Men and I'm soooo much happier just being a pretty girl to use and not thinking so much about stuff that's too hard to understand for my inferior girl brain. thanks Sir! đ©·
Youâre welcome, sweetie <3 Of course Iâm being nice to you! Misogyny isnât about hating girls, itâs about treating them the way the evolved to be treated <33 Obviously that involves breaking them down into ditzy little loser sluts to put them in their place, but as long as they behave I always give girls the most caring and sugar coated princess treatment. I want them to be happy while I ruin their life after all đ
Pretty girls where made to be manipulated and turned into obedient fucktoys for Men
You can respect her and still want to fuck your cum into her.
Rules to NOT live byâŠ
Heaven knows I keep falling into some of these traps⊠đ„
Iâm most definitely NOT a feminist but please, greet me like this.
greeting a feminist đ€
Ok first of all, I had no idea they got this big, and secondly, this is freaking adorable!
Ok now back to our regularly scheduled pervy posts.
Even anteaters have fun...
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