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arireynes · 7 months
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Day 22: Slime monster
Thinking about being a scientist studying a slime monster created in the lab, or found outside of it. We can't figure out anything to do to make it excited or interested, and every test we've tried to take never works because it clearly doesn't want us near it.
But one day, maybe I was feeling more turned on than usual, and when I go in to see the monster, it's actually alert. None of us would understand why until it leaps at me, baring me down to the ground as it works my pants to my knees, and eagerly dives between my legs. It can sense my pleasure, and I'd gasp and writhe, wanting to call for help, but it feels so good. Especially when it can reach so deep, making me moan and arch into it.
When we're finally separated, it would be decided that we'd let it happen again, just so we can get some more research while it was busy filling me up. I'd have no problem, and would be more than happy for the hazard pay and the constant pleasure as it bends me over, or spreads me out, working itself deep inside me, always so eager and ready.
Our research would improve after that, and I wouldn't have any problems with the way we get results.
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izzye-girl · 3 months
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Come eat my bulge daddy 💦🤭👉👌
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ts-tamzin1 · 7 days
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Can you tell I'm ready to ....??
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alexisbliss657 · 21 days
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Need me or want to talk naughty words message me on telegram: Alexisbliss07
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deeper-x-deeper · 1 month
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turns out all it took to help me understand titnosis was to be a faggot about it and drop for some boytits
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jawsofpleasure · 3 months
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Have you freaks ever heard of extreme haunts? Incredibly up our alley as jackoff fodder at the least, Im kind of unhinged about them (speaking directly to my fellow degens who also consider horror movies pornagraphic)
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royalbard · 25 days
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Imma just say rn, if a girl wants to make me a research subject for all her twisted experiments and inevitably turn me into someone who only exists to let her owner experiment on and examine her I'd probably beg
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arireynes · 7 months
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Day 17: Alien
Thinking about being being abducted by aliens. They've never seen a human before, and they are so very interested in me, poking and prodding, and soon they discover that it's quite easy to get me to react--angry at first, then surprised when they push fingers into my hair and pull, when they push my legs apart, their research pinpointing when my reactions are suddenly very different.
They'd quickly find that I'm sensitive, and much more eager, that I'll gasp and rock against them when they push between my legs, but I'll stop fighting when they touch me where I want it. That spurs on lots of research to see just what makes me react that way, to see how many times they can make me cum, how much I can take.
I'd soon spend my days being filled with pleasure day and night, used as their toy, as their test subject. When they ask if they can have some of them test my limits hands on I'd be so eager to agree. I'd take everything they give me, the aliens with multiple cocks, the ones with long, wicked tongues, the ones that can please me with the sensations of their fingers inside me.
I'd be so happy to be of use to them, and I'd never dream of leaving. Why would I when they give me everything I could need and more?
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izzye-girl · 2 months
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Are you mad that I'm bigger 🍆 than you. Tell me daddy 🤤👉👌
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ftm-conclusions · 4 months
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any trans men want to help my clincal research by letting me inspect their boner
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tired-fandom-ndn · 7 months
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Okay okay okay.
This is an extremely specific kink complaint to have but
if you are writing erotica that involves lactation, human breastmilk is pretty much universally described as very sweet, creamy, and comparable to almond milk. It's not watery or bitter unless there is something very seriously wrong with the lactating person's health.
This is not hard to find information. Breastfeeding parents often try their own milk at least once, partners of breastfeeding people may drink from their partners, and you can literally buy breastmilk online to drink. We know what breastmilk tastes like. Please give humans more credit in your erotica.
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moxley · 7 months
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why can't i remember anything when i need to. why am i here googling "internal penis" whilst sobbing. what the fuck is that called. i hate being a writer. i had to modify it to "internal penis snake" because it kept giving me medical conditions. it's called a hemipenis. for god's sake, it's a hemipenis. it's when you keep them slorped inside until yiu wanna bone. for crying out loud
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royalbard · 25 days
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God, I want someone nerdy to use me as a subject for study, examining, studying all of it.
Just be someone's study project, oh? You wanna study anatomy? Just strip me, please. What's that? You're intrested in kinks? Go ahead, ask me questions as you test my body with them
I need this so baaaaaad :<
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kc5rings · 6 months
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A newer one since her release and op files but Ines and Ascalon for the kink rating?
8-9/10
The concept of stealth kink/risky sex taken to an absurd extreme
This is not a romantic pair, sex is a contest. A contest to see who loses composure first or who can get the drop on the other, their combination of arts and abilities makes for some very intense possibilities and their personalities make for an intense back and forth
One day it’s Ines walking down down a hall at Rhodes seemingly just absent casually practicing a cats cradle with her threads as she does, but Ascalon is being dragged behind her in her shadow that Ines has made too sense to move in, Ascalon’s body wrapped in ropes of twined red threads that move and tighten as Ines’ fingers dance
Another day it’s Ines sitting in a room, maybe even talking to someone, the person turns away for a moment and suddenly Ines is gone, vanished without a trace. The confused operator chalks it up to the rumors about Ines and leaves, while in the corner of the room there’s a particularly dense patch of shadow with an inexplicable mystery puddle slowly spreading beneath it
That’s without even getting into the Extremely Charged “interrogation resistance training”
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arireynes · 1 year
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Thinking about being captain of a pirate ship where every member of the crew was handpicked by me.
They've all sworn loyalty to me and the ship, and being a part of my crew gives them certain perks they might not get on other ships.
The Quartermaster, who is in charge of so much was chosen for their sharp mind and quick thinking. But also for the way they easily fall to their knees when we're alone, knowing just what to say to beg me to have my way with them.
The Cabin Boy, who is a spoiled rich man who left his family to explore the seas. He's taken to following orders, especially when I tell him to bend over my bed. He's everyone's favorite because he obeys much better than when we first picked him up, and he moans so loud everyone knows when he's getting fucked.
The Helmsman--or woman, in this case--was chosen for her focus and calm mind in a crisis. But also because she's so observant and knows just how to please someone. When she has a break, I'll take her to my room, and let her touch me as she wants, thrilled when she remembers every place that makes me gasp.
The Navigator, who looks over maps all day, and goes to bed with inkstained clothes and ideas of new adventures. When I take her to bed, she touches me like a land to explore, fingers mapping my body, finding every inch, exploring like it's the first time.
The Medic, who I chose for his loyalty and quick thinking, his speed and caution in a pinch, and the way he obeys without question, his mind always on how to have the best results. When he isn't busy, I'll spread him out on my bed, and make him forget his worries. I'll fuck him on my fingers till he can't think, and make him remember how grateful we are for his skills.
My best trained swordsman is there to train others. He gets them to listen and understand so easily, and I love how challenging it is to get him to obey. When he's done especially well, I'll pull him in a spare room, push him against the wall, dare him to try and flip it. But he won't, because as much as he hates to admit it, he loves when I praise him and tell him how well he's done till he cums.
My First Mate is close to me, my most trusted crew member. He doesn't tell anyone that when we go to my room at night, it's me they hear. That he's the one forcing me to my knees, and pushing his cock in my mouth. That the reason my sleeves are long is to hide the indent of the rope he uses to tie my hands to the bed posts.
And if all of them are busy, the rest of the crew is more than willing.
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