fetish isn't a dirty word. y'all can say fetish. you have a "[insert thing here]" fetish, and that's ok. alright love u guys! ❂

Hmmm heard yall like Fat Femmes

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week esp to the fat ass dykes, i love yall!

Men and minors DNI

you're too logged on man your consumption of internet porn has severed your psychospiritual connection with the beauty of the natural land. i spent 10 months in sensory deprivation exclusively cranking it to the gentle soundscape of a babbling brook and now when i hear the tap on a soda machine go off i bust so hard the gas station clerk has to call the police

Source: Lesbianism - by 大類信

you look best on your hands and knees, head bowed in reverence, begging for mercy at my feet. your words are sweetest when they're choked with tears, when they tumble off your tongue, tinged with fear. you belong on the floor of my temple, in front of my altar, your spirit reaching out for me. i like you trembling. trembling in your temple vestments that leave little to the imagination. i like you with wide eyes that dare not connect with mine.

will you not be my most favored devotee?

will you not pay me tribute? ❂

i start ovulating and then I turn into some sort of insatiable, ravenous monster that can't stop humping the bed. libido becomes more painful than any hunger pang. i'm like a caged animal thing chomping at the bars. help me.

i am once again thinking about strait-laced authority figures who hide their depraved desires. priests who go home from mass and jerk off because one of the attendees looked too vulnerable, too desperate while praying. employers with wandering hands doing their very best to not grope their secretaries. militant generals who find themselves struggling to ignore the allure of cadets stripped down to singlets and trousers, waiting patiently for orders like dogs. perverts with the power to act on whatever disgusting whim they may have, but try so hard to resist doing so. they may go a few days, a week, a month even, without taking advantage of their prey, but they always relapse.

boypussy was made for girldick to hit unprotected

i am once again thinking about strait-laced authority figures who hide their depraved desires. priests who go home from mass and jerk off because one of the attendees looked too vulnerable, too desperate while praying. employers with wandering hands doing their very best to not grope their secretaries. militant generals who find themselves struggling to ignore the allure of cadets stripped down to singlets and trousers, waiting patiently for orders like dogs. perverts with the power to act on whatever disgusting whim they may have, but try so hard to resist doing so. they may go a few days, a week, a month even, without taking advantage of their prey, but they always relapse.

i start ovulating and then I turn into some sort of insatiable, ravenous monster that can't stop humping the bed. libido becomes more painful than any hunger pang. i'm like a caged animal thing chomping at the bars. help me.

Holding them down by the nape of the neck while you fuck them prone is literally like a baptism by the way. God told me so

You said you wanted a closer look at my buckle, so stop whining.

(She/her, minors DNI, OK to RB)

you look best on your hands and knees, head bowed in reverence, begging for mercy at my feet. your words are sweetest when they're choked with tears, when they tumble off your tongue, tinged with fear. you belong on the floor of my temple, in front of my altar, your spirit reaching out for me. i like you trembling. trembling in your temple vestments that leave little to the imagination. i like you with wide eyes that dare not connect with mine.

will you not be my most favored devotee?

will you not pay me tribute? ❂

chapter 3 of Confessions of A Monster Hunter is late, but it'll b here. soon. accept this image of me struggling to carry my own tits as consolation.

btw u can tip me here. and u can read chapters 1 and 2 here.

the usamerican medical system is such a joke. i went to urgent care and the doctor just wrote "over the pants handy in jeans" on the prescription pad without even telling me if i'm supposed to be giving or receiving

i love seeing that one fairly tame post i made from last january circulating that starts like "uhhhh umhhmmm sorry for being 👉👈 a tiny bit into cnc sorry 👉👈 but i" ladies and gentlemen He Got Worse

if i talk abt marital free use. if i talk abt lesbian househusbands who obediently let their wives bend them over anywhere and at any time. dyke who knows better than to wear panties while in the home bc their spouse will simply rip them to shreds for easy access. lesbian couple who hosts dinner and then disappears into the laundry room to "take care" of something, reemerging moments later, breathless and a little askew. if i speak abt husbands having to squeeze their legs together to keep their wives' cum inside them while they sit on the couch and chat with guests, will you guys be able to handle it or no