Little intro / about me.
⁂ 22
⁂ cis male
⁂ 6’2
⁂ bi
⁂ big buff nerd
⁂ NSFW account
⁂ faceless
⁂ soft, hard, and taboo kinks
⁂ Dom
⁂ Leftist
⁂ DMs open
⁂ MDNI, republicans DNI
⁂ hobbies/interests below
Eating my breakfast and all I can think about is tying them up and eating them out until they’re nothing but a pathetic little mess on my mouth, punishing them for making such a mess and being such a nasty little slut
You look so pathetic trying to fit that big dildo into your little cunt yourself. So stupidly desperate to be stretched and filled in. Put your fucking hands aside and I’ll fit it in there, useless slut.
No no, don’t stop pleading for me to stop now that you’re drooling and broken. Look at you. Eyes glazed over, pathetic and used up. We all know you needed that.
When that door comes down you’re not going to have time to run. I’m going to grab you before your stupid little mutt brain can even process it. The worse you struggle the harder I’m going to be.
You woke up with cum dripping out of your pretty pussy? Of course that was me. Who else would’ve snuck in last night? Don’t act like you didn’t wake up and love your treat.
you are not entitled to their time or energy. Even if someone is asking for something or saying they enjoy something, that does not mean they want it from you specifically as well. Respect boundaries and consent, no matter how that looks and what those boundaries and limits are.
Srs post… people need to realize that kink is a healthy outlet and does not remove the humanity from the person. Just because someone posts something, or themselves online does not mean you can speak to them however you’d like, no matter how taboo or extreme what they post may->
be. Consent matters, and is still the first word in CNC. It is not meant to be a way for you to assault, berate, take out your insecurities on someone, or treat them like a sex object just because of what they post online, you still do not know them. They owe you nothing, and
Your stupid little cunt just couldn’t take anymore could it. You’re so pathetic laying there twitching. Stop drooling like a pitiful little mutt and open your legs again before I force them open.
Bending you up against the bathroom wall while the music in the background thumps, hearing you pleading while I rip down your pants, and telling you that I can’t help myself, that your holes aren’t made for anything else.
Dancing with them on the ballroom floor, moving to the sounds of the music as I watch their eyes slowly glaze over from the toys inside of them move with their movements, press against them, and make them melt while my hand is on their lower back, leading the way.