Dyke-in-recovery - The Real Mirage Was My Sexuality This Whole Time

Need me a good girl who'll do this all day, everyday.

You were raised with cameras always near.

You're one green screen away from being any fantasy for so many tasty cocks!

So what's stopping you?

Genuinely, i dream of a life where a Man treats me as His property. Because as a female i am a Man's property. my purpose is to please Him, cook and clean, and to have His babies. As far as i'm concerned, feminism is delusion. Life is happier when you accept how incredible the Patriarchy is and that rights are for Men, not females.

No more thinking

No more worries

No more ambitions

No more anxiety

No more opinions

You're happier when you're brainless

You're better when you're stupid

I explained what asexuality is to a guy friend and he made the point that if asexual people still have sex despite not being physically attracted to the person, then a lesbian could have sex with a guy and still be a lesbian.

It made a little too much sense and I’m now in my first friends with benefits situation. I’ve only asked him over during that period of time I get crazy horny (I think when I’m ovulating?) but yeah. He hasn’t been the one to initiate since that first time but now I’ve found your blog I kind of want him to…it’s probably just the breeding kink though

Sorry to laugh, anon, but “It made a little too much sense” is kind of hilarious. One flimsy argument about your sexuality was all that was standing in the way between you and getting fucked by a man? You must’ve felt so embarrassed when he poked such a massive hole in it… this is why you were denying your body what it so clearly wants every month? I can’t imagine the relief you felt when he finally showed you a loophole… except there are still some lingering doubts, aren’t there?

I’ll give you some advice, anon: let go of that guilt and hesitation, and go right ahead and ask for what you want. It might humiliate you to say it, but that’s just even more fun, isn’t it? Tell him the truth: that you don’t care if you’re a lesbian, your body just craves his cock. Tease him if you like, or beg him for it if the last of your shame is already gone, but either way, tell him that you’re on the menu the next time he wants you… and once his body wants yours as badly as you do his, he’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.

Quick trigger warning ⚠

Picture this, you're talking with some of your girl friends and a single guy about all things feminism. About how women are so undervalued and independent and don't get treated as well as they should. When suddenly, your male friend seems a bit... Annoyed. After the talk when you two are alone you ask him why that was, and, before you can even do anything about it, he shoves you against the wall. He rips off your clothes and rapes you as hard as he can. You feel so disgusted, so violated and hurt. But he just feels so good.. Every thrust into you drains out any thoughts of resisting him. He's so rough with you but you don't care, you're too horny to care. All you care about is the cock violating you, and the man behind it. Once he's done, he leaves you there, so weak you're just sitting against the wall, his cum leaking out of you. You could tell your friends, you could call the police.. But you don't want to. You're already wanting it again, you're smiling at the thought. Over the next few months you'd dress sluttier around him, hoping he does it again. You'd send him pictures showing off. You'd go out of your way to run little errands for him. And each time you'd pleased him enough he'd fuck even more of the feminism out of your mind. He'd replace it with thoughts of submission, and service. Thoughts of being a slutty housewife, cooking and cleaning for him. Thoughts of how stupid you were for ever thinking you were equal to him, or that you weren't treated well. Eventually, all that would become reality. You'd live with him as a full-time housewife, doing whatever he wants. He wants food? You'd cook it and suck him off while he eats. Cleaning? You'd do it naked, with cameras all through the house to watch if he's ever gone. And you're happy with all of it. Anything for your Master... Eventually your old, feminist friends would try to "help fix you", but you'd tell them they were wrong for denying their true roles. They're simply denying the truth, like you once did, until a man was kind enough to show you the truth. You don't speak with them anymore, but you hope they're one day enlightened by the truth. But you quickly forget about them, as now your one and only focus, is your rapist husband, your master, forever~

Lexi Lore

Know Your Place

Men are Men and girls are girls. It really isn’t that complicated.

Men are protectors, Men are creators, Men are leaders. Men take charge and tackle all problems head-on. Men are problem solvers and after a defeat, they just get back up stronger and fight even more dedicated.

girls, on the other hand, are nurturers. We are caretakers, we are nest builders and we are followers. We need structure to flourish, we boundaries to build a garden Eden within.

Men give orders and girls obey. That is how we complement each other. One doesn’t work well without the other.