I'll Keep My Legs Spread And If My Hands Are Untied, I'll Spread My Pussy Lips For You To Lick, Finger

After one sided love, manipulation, guilt tripping, almost getting abused, the world finally gives you a guy who's nice, declares their love constantly and seems like someone who wouldn't ever want to hurt you.

Only for you to not feel the slightest attraction towards him.

i feel attacked by this, cus it's true

You think you know her because you’ve seen her selfies.

Read her reviews.

Scrolled her curated little life.

But you don’t know her.

Not until you’ve seen her Tumblr.

Where the filters drop.

Where the fantasies are raw.

Where she reblogs things she’d never dare say out loud.

That’s where she tells the truth—

and the truth is filthy and beautiful.

toothpaste on the clit is the real deal, I might get addicted

He changed me so much.

Before, I couldn't even think of taking a picture of myself, naked, and now I barely blink before doing one for strangers on the Internet.

Before, I was too afraid to discuss anything sexual with anyone, I took care of my needs myself, the thought of sexting being so naughty.

And even now, if he took care of me I wouldn't need to resort to other places. I wouldn't be here.

But he changed me, he corrupted me so much, and then left me to figure it out. He left me for my good, because he's a red flag etc etc, but in his absence I might resort to worse things just to feel what he made me feel, for just a moment.

I feel like an abandoned puppy.

just had one of the best self pleasuring experience in a few months, life is amazing right now

need someone to lick me

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reblog this if you give your followers full permission to use your body if they see you in person

need

a need. every time I'm in a vehicle I can't help but think how good it would feel if I was impaled on a dildo

I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️

Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.

Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.

A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.

Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.

Imagine? ❤️

If you aren’t her safe place you’re doing it wrong