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my femme taking me shopping, I’m holding all her bags with a big grin because I’m her big strong butch and I get to be useful!!
her finding outfits to dress me up in, making sure they match hers so everyone knows we’re a pair, a set, that I am hers and she is mine
just look how we compliment each other, a soft little femme and her lover boy butch
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Desperately need someone to use my body and cum inside me multiple times and then when they’re done they put my panties and skirt back on, making sure I look perfect, before pulling me to my feet and saying that we’re going out. It doesn’t matter where, shopping, for a walk, the club, a restaurant date, the only thing that matters is that they want me to feel the cum still inside me slowly leak out, soiling my panties, running down my leg making me look like a whore. And I’d just be hanging onto their arm the whole time being clingy, and partly because I’m not even sure if I could walk straight <3
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The best part about having a breeding kink is how your brain and opinions change as you approach the edge.
When they feel so good wrapped around your length that all rational thought dissappear from your brain and your only concern is how to keep this feeling going.
Pulling out is the furthest thing from your mind its tantamount to a sin. In that moment, it doesn't matter if they're on birth control or not. The only thing you care about is being inside them.
Feeling as their wet little hole massages the length of your cock milking you; practically begging for you to shoot a hot load inside. Totally aware of the potential consequences lost in a sea of lust. Desperate to obey your biology and breed them full.
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going to clubs and getting hit on by straight men is the worst. i’m a dom, but it’s more than that- it’s degrading, men will see me as a femme and look at me like a piece of meat to fuck. it’s disgusting. GOD i hate men. i hate them. one touched my girlfriend (red) and i want him fucking dead. i want all of them fucking dead
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I want to consume you, pet.
I want to pin you down and kiss you senseless, kiss you and grasp at your skin until both of us are senseless, or close to it.
I want to tell you how mine you are, entirely mine, until it's the only thing you're aware of: me, and you are for me.
I want to press myself into you, cock throbbing, claiming, claiming. Open yourself for me, pet, like that, and I'll be gentle with my toy I fuck.
I want to take you into me, cunt clenching, claiming, this way, too. Give yourself to me, pet, in any way you can, and I will anoint you with my pleasure.
I want to kiss your skin, all over, explore you with my mouth. Let me tease every twitch and squirm and sigh and moan from you, and then do it again, claiming every inch of your skin with my tongue.
My pet, my toy I crave, spread out for me, fucked so well you can't speak, only moaning in bliss as I take what's mine again.
I want you, and it sometimes feels all-consuming.
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I keep thinking about last night with my Bunny. It was hot and exciting and freeing. Something clicked that allowed me to do something that I've never been able to do before, due to walls I've had built up against being freely sexual however feels best. Walls which I have been trying to break down for a while now.
I did what I have been practicing. Getting out of my head and into my instincts. I honed in on the feeling of us grinding on each other, honed in on my Bunny's scent, honed in on our breathing getting heavier, feeling everything getting more and more heated.
And then, it clicked. I opened my eyes, and I knew my Bun could see it in them. The crazed starvation and animalistic drive. They looked at me with their big doe eyes and in a soft, pleading voice, whispered "use me".
It was so sudden, so jolting, feeling this Creature in me take full control of my body, even my vision and perception. It was ecstatic. It had never had full control of our body like this before. Just this surrender to the Monster alone was a pleasure I never realized I needed so much.
The woman beneath me was no longer a person, but a thing solely for my pleasure. A small, pathetic, weak, sweet little thing that I could toy with all I wanted. My body did whatever the fuck it wanted to with them. A makeshift gag was shoved into their mouth while I rammed my lower thigh between their legs over and over again, when I wasn't busy rutting against them. My hands scratched and grabbed and pulled. My tongue licked and my teeth bit. I growled and grunted and laughed at how dumb and pathetic they looked.
My leg felt slick from how wet she was. I spit on her, spit in her mouth, and after the noise of pleasure she made from that, I laughed at how disgusting she was for enjoying this so much. A wet fucking mess. With her hands in my boxers, she tried once to make a smart remark about how I was, too.
"Yes, I'm wet, but I'm not pathetic like you. You'll take any part of me that I rub against you, you fucking whore," I jeered, then began to rub my entire leg up and down against her cunt, from the top of my thigh clear down to my foot. It glided so smoothly, so effortlessly from how slick and needy she was. I growled and laughed again at her whines and moans, while her hips moved wildly and frantically against me.
But no matter how lost they got in their own pleasure, mine was top priority. "Use both of your fucking hands," I growled into their ear, tired of them forgetting what their whole purpose was. To pleasure me.
Putty in my hands. Not a single thought behind her dumb eyes. Moans and groans and whines from her every time I fucked her mouth with my tongue, or rubbed part of me against her to keep her dripping and needy.
As pleasure built up in my own body, I grabbed her face and shoved her head to the side and into the pillows. Laughing and growling and grunting as I had been doing. Telling her "just like that, keep going" when she did exactly what I wanted her to. Mocking her for liking it, then praising her for doing it just right.
I'm a squirter. Big time. It's forceful. I knew that, and they knew that. Euphoria flooded through my body, right before the orgasm, as the realization crossed my mind that I could drench them in a way I never could if I had been born with a cock.
I grabbed her hair as I came, drowning her as I spilled all over her stomach, some running down her hips and between her legs. I kept rutting, grunting "take it, take it!" over and over again as I rode the waves of pleasure.
I could imagine it seeping into her skin, into her folds. She was covered in me, and it felt as if I had bred her more effectively than any human ever could. She'd be having my offspring. Little abominations. I was so proud.
But the little whore wasn't done. No, no. Not even close. They wanted more of me, and I wasn't done having fun with them, either.
She was begging for my fingers at this point. She begged so pathetically, so sweetly, I just had to. Three fingers slipped inside of her so easily that a fourth unintentionally followed, like she was trying to swallow my hand whole. I finger fucked her fast and hard, with the same amount of energy and aggression I had been doing everything else with.
She came, squirting everywhere. Her mess, mixing with mine, resulting in us sitting in our own puddle we made together. It felt so fucking good. Both of us releasing so completely. But I wasn't going to let my insatiable whore stop there, oh no.
I lost count of the amount of times she came. She was trembling, whining, crying as I coaxed more out of her. Teasing her sensitive clit until she couldn't help but climb back up for another climax. Me touching her, then watching her own fingers disappear onto herself. Her, begging me to suck on her. Gladly, I devoured her.
I found myself getting hard again. My hands wandered down between my own legs, at my own pleasure, and I drove myself to drench my Bunny once more, laughing at the sight, as they reached to touch themself yet again. Poor, brainless fucktoy. Dumb Fuck Bunny. Little thing can't help but like such depraved things as being drowned in my own flood of pleasure.
At the end, as their eyes rolled back into their head yet again, and their face turned red, then purple. I laughed and said "it seems I finally killed my prey," before I bit down on their throat.
She was a whining, trembling, crying, spasming mess beneath me after it all. Whining like a poor mutt. I felt satisfied, proud at a job well done.
The Creature was satiated. It let me regain more control of our body, although it stayed close to help me provide aftercare to our Little Bun.
It felt so good to let it take control. To let it break through that gentler, more anxious part of me that fears hurting someone, that fears being seen as predatory. To let go and let It run wild, tearing our Toy to shreds. And I'm excited to see It grow.
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dogtops pspspspspspsps come bend me over and breed my stupid puppycunt while clawing at my hips and panting in my ear!!!!! dogtops pspspspspsps you want to knot me over n over again and do everything you can to give me pups!!!!! dogtops pspspspspsps you want to mark my throat and make me into a stupid mutt who presents at every opportunity!!!!!
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what I say: “it is what it is”
what I mean: “I have cried about this for hours and have probably self harmed and contemplated suicide over this.
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Don't you just wish someone would just try you? Someone barges into your house with a gun and you just get the opportunity to fuck up all their shit, to sink your teeth into their flesh and taste the blood and feel the adrenaline pump through your veins and see the fear in the their eyes because god, you're a monster.
Maybe someone threatens you with a knife and you crush their fucking neck in your mouth and hear the strangled yells as they try in vain to get you away.
Not to kill, no, but just to get a taste of what it's like. Fucking hell.
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it's so fucking awful when the people that you love the most hurt you and all you can feel is the most intense hatred that you've ever felt in your life. i want to be fair, i still want to love them, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't lie awake at night thinking about how bad i want them dead.
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my worst fear is the one thing that i want to happen
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I'm sorry sir, but your "son" sleeps on a dog bed and cums to the words "Good Girl" now.
No sir, I will not "fix" perfection.
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hugs for femmes. femmes who feel unrecognized within and outside the community. femmes with non-eurocentric features. femmes who are judged as being too masculine to be femme. femmes with loud laughs and attitudes. femmes who have been shamed for being pillow princesses. femmes who have their sexuality undermined. femmes who feel pressured by heteronormative standards. femmes with gender dysphoria. femmes who have trouble finding community. femmes who are shamed for not being “gay” enough. femmes with body hair. femmes who top their butches. femmes with muscular and plus sized bodies. femmes who are on their coming out journey. femmes who bring light into the world. hugs for femmes.
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Giving her little star stickers as a reward every time she cums for me
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baby, youre like an angel. how could i have been so lucky? no matter, youre mine now, and will always be. there is no one but you.
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i don’t hate it but i hate it like i m ow it’s not healthy but it’s comfortable and what i’ve always known
Felt this a little too much
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