whatevertothrowaway
Corrupt and Confused
32F Bi, MDNI
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Reblog if Tumblr is ruining you.
If you're staying on a little longer. Scrolling a little further.
Becoming more addicted
Spending your days thinking about what disgusting things you're going to rub to.
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I was called porn the other day .. proud moment
thinking lots abt how much calling ur degradee "porn" just hits
"You are fucking porn."
You're literally the most disposable, plentiful, and accessible thing.
You're an unrealistic, fetishized image to be consumed and quickly forgotten.
Your base existence is to arouse and allure with a portrait of something we all want and crave. Sex.
Not a person, not someone with aspirations or a valued member of society, no. It's much simpler.
Say it with me, sluts.
You Are Porn.
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I want a group of mean girls to pretend they're my friends only to get me high and drunk and make fun of how dumb I get then use me as their personal fuck toy, they will exploit all my insecurities, degrading me and breaking me again and again until I start to not just get used to it but like it and then I'll start doing more and more depraved things to please them.
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There're no words in me, only stories, only
Sounds of lovers, and the ticking of time,
Only rampant pain of unexplored landscapes
Hidden rooms behind secret library levers
Where a pentagram carpets the floor and
Candles warp the air like hallucinogens
I met Astarte and she taught me how to look in the mirror
How to bare my breasts and lose my mind
In the end we can only be our own witness
Am I a disciple of the priestesses beyond the lapis lazuli gates,
Or a prisoner?
The sweetness, the decadence, I'm not sure the answer would even matter
I am, Astarte, in love
With herself
I open my legs and life comes forth
Formed in my womb and landing on my heaving breasts
And in my jaws, I grit this leash of guilt to death
And back
I chew on it until the leather turns to licorice
Until the war inside me is won
And Gilgamesh is but another king decorating my altar with his crown.
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Goals 😍
He made fun of me for being drunk and offered me more liquor 🥹
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Perfect dream 🩷🩷
Current Fantasy
Getting slowly brainfucked without me realizing...slip aphrodisiacs in my food, subtly manipulate me...at first i dont notice much, just another time of being extra horny, no big deal...until my cunt is just drooling all the time..i start forgetting random things because i can only think about getting my holes used. By the time i realize whats happening its already way too late..and it feels way too nice to not have to think and only having to spread my legs
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Tumblr has corrupted me.. I went from a girl who doesn't drink or smoke ro a girl who lets autocorrect writebher posts because she keepsbdeinking moree.. i just love how it feels whenni get drubj n horny
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Thinking about getting drunk and staying drunk the whole day. I could never control myself and always end up overdoing it, I need someone to control my drinking and keep me tipsy and horny all day. I want to be used and manipulated but still able to remember it all.
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The Ship of Ishtar by Virgil Finlay (1949)
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Where do I get friends like these?
I enjoy this type of image
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One of my latest fantasies is being slowly turned into a perverted whore.
I was shy and innocent when you met me. Even a chaste kiss was too much for me. You took it slow for the first few months. Telling me that you'd wait until I was ready. And when I finally was, you were gentle and romantic. That is what made me fall in love with you more.
But then you slowly started to make changes. The next time we had sex, you held my wrists. I didn't think much of it, so I let you and enjoyed it. The next, you clasped my throat. Not choking me, just holding. It didn't hurt, so I was fine. After that, you convinced me to watch porn as you fucked me from behind. You even slapped my ass, so hard it left a mark, and I let it happen because you praised me.
You moved our fucking sessions outside of the bedroom. On the couch, on the kitchen island. Until eventually, we were fucking anywhere, anytime you wanted. And never once did I protest.
I was allowing everything, until finally, you crossed a line. You had hit me across the face. And afterwards, even as I was crying, you told me I liked it. You told me it made me wet. And so I listened.
I allowed you to call me horrible things. Degrading things. All because you love me.
More and more perverted things. You got me to do anal. You got me to enjoy pain. You got me to act like a silly puppy. And never once did I complain, because you told me I liked it. You told me it made you happy. You told me it's what good girlfriends do. So I listened.
And after several, extensive months you had reprogrammed me into a little painslut. I would let you do anything whether I liked it or not. You coerced me into an addiction to your cock, to your desires.
Until I was even letting your friends fuck me. And you would brag to them about how good I was. How I let you do anything. Because I'm a good girlfriend, and good girlfriends make their man happy.
You turned me into this depraved sex fiend. And now, there's no going back.
Manipulate me into becoming your slut and let me submit to your every desire.
✨💖🌸
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There's something so fucking hot about a man who wants you so much they're willing to manipulate you, trick you, drug you, rāpé you, all so they can have you in the end... what would you do to get me to be your slut?
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Why can't I stop thinking about hanging out with my husband and his friends. They all bring me drinks and joints to smoke and watch me get more drunk and high while my husband encourages them to touch me in ways to bring out the slut in me. They keep doing this until the drinks and the weed make me desperate and I'm such a good girl and I want to please every one of them to make hubby happy by being the perfect dumb puppy.
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My biggest fantasy is someone manipulating me into having more and more drinks.. teasing me about how the good muslim girl getting more and more drunk and how she will let you do anything to her.. then do it over and over until it starts to feel too good to live without that's when you really start to get me addicted so you can shape me into your personal slut.. gaslight me into thinking it was all my idea and that I need your validation for everything 🩷 pretty please?
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