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I am once again reaffirming that I should not have to work this hard for this little money.
If I didn’t want to have to weed through all the scams I’d start looking for a sugar daddy 😂🤦🏼♀️
stalker pinning your wrists down and begging you to understand, pleading with you to see their point of view. forcing your thighs apart, sheathing themselves inside you, and burying their face in your neck. justifying between groans, "if i don't do this, someone else will first"
Rules to live by
Never argue with a man and never answer back
The man gets the last word
Never contradict a man or make him appear in the wrong
Always smile for men and be pleasant
Compliment men every chance I get
Always value a man’s input over a woman’s
If something needs doing and there is a choice between a man or woman, always choose the man
Only use male professionals, (doctor, dentist, plumber, etc)
Never report a man’s behaviour to authorities
Always thank a man for ‘mansplaining’ and correcting me
If in doubt, ask a man. Ask him anyway
If a household chore can be done, do it myself. Never expect a man to do it
If there is a choice, always choose the most beneficial or pleasing to men
Never ask a man to explain himself to me
When a man asks me a question, always give an honest answer. If I have been told not to share certain information with others, say that
Always dress in a way that leaves no doubt I am an inferior female
Never do anything that causes a man to be embarrassed - ever
Is there anything more universally degrading as a girl for a man to pump his load on your face?
It doesn’t really matter how he gets there - if he used your throat and pulled out, edged himself in your pussy and then kneeled over you, or just had you take your tits out while you’re on your knees and he’s stroking over you.
When a man nuts on your face - when he drains his fat balls, spilling his sticky white seed on your eyes, mouth, cheeks, forehead, chin, etc - you are a CUMRAG.
He’s showing you that he’s your superior, that you serve him and his cock, he’s reminding you that you’re a whore and that whores smile when men choose them to nut on.
When a man nuts on my face, he’s reminding me that I’m a girl and that girls are for cumming on.
Add in a nice pair of heels and you’ve got yourself a perfect outfit to wear around the house for your Man. He needs and deserves easy access at all times.
Something About A Man!
No, not the intimidated boys who are fearful of stepping over some woke boundary, but the Men who take pride in being a Man, a Man who can guide and protect His woman.
Yes Sir, threw them all out.
Being with your husband, you can be the real you. Soft. Girly. Feminine. Submissive. Nurturing. Creative. Gentle. In need of protection. In need of guidance. Craving validation. Desiring attention.
There is no need to pretend to be something you are not.
I mean, she shouldn’t be wearing panties anyways, they just get in the way.
A good girl doesn't question, she just obeys
You felt so blessed that the most masculine thing you ever had to do was put on your man's shirts sometimes. They were huge on you and made you feel tiny. But when your husband saw you in them, it was too late to change your mind. The kind of feral attack where you weren't going to walk straight after.
You didn't feel masculine at all when that happened.
I am though
okay maybe im craving male validation again
Let me worship You
"Oh sweetie, I don't take away your choices to hurt you. I do it to free you. I am your Atlas."
"Oh, you silly girl. I don't mean the maps. I mean the Greek Titan. The being who holds up the sky. Not the Earth, but when you were learning Greek mythology, I am sure your girl brain was focused on what Zeus was up to."
"I take on the burden of the sky so you can be free of it. So you can focus on being happy. So you can smile. I shoulder that burden to protect you."
"Of course I love you that much."
(via freeuse-fleshlight-5, freeuse-fleshlight-5)
This could be us but you yep don’t exist 🫠
Listen yall, I’m a fucking coward. Sure I (re)post a lot of unhinged things on here, but I’m shy as fuck and my anxiety stops me from reaching out to others.
So consider this consent, if we’re Muriel’s and I’ve liked several of your posts, feel free to reach out and chat ☺️
I love having people to talk to, to disrupt my own thoughts so I can focus on you and yours.
I have my hand around your neck, squeezing it, cutting off blood flow. I'm holding you up in the air while I rape you. Almost shouting into your ear how this is all you are good for. And all your stupid cunt fixates on is how I think you are good for something. Yeah, feels like an equal to me.
Be a bimbo, know your purpose!
Remember you need a man
I love the way it hurts a little.
That stretch, that fullness, that surrender.
That't how I know I'm alive.
I don't want control.
I want to be taken, filled, loved.
Again and again. Until I forget I was ever empty.
I’m bored, have a sudsy gif, send an ask, or don’t, whatever, I’m not your mom. 😝
"Oh, my wife doesn't work. She is too precious, too fragile to have a day job." Your husband stepping in before you could answer. Which brought a smile to your lips.
"Poor thing would be in tears after her first day. The politics, the constant hurry up and wait, a stupid boss....no. It's best that she focus on what she's good at. Cooking, cleaning, and being pretty. We wouldn't want stress wrinkles around those eyes, would we?"
Oh…my…god…. 🤤
Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.
Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.
I hate jeans and pants of any form. If I had my way I’d wear dresses and skirts 24/7 but the weather where I live won’t allow it 😢
It’s me, I’m girl.
Date a girl who blushes when you call her good but melts when you say it with a hand around her throat. A girl who giggles when she’s bratty, but goes quiet the second you raise your eyebrow. One who pretends she doesn’t need rules until she’s on her knees begging for them. Date a girl who craves correction, who teases just to be put back in place, who gets wetter when you whisper structure more than when you whisper her name. Date a girl who wants to be ruined softly and completely, because she’ll never give that part of herself to someone who doesn’t know exactly what to do with it.