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9/11 wouldnt have happened in dragon city bc the dragons wouldve simply fucked the plane out of the air

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After the revolution it will be considered “a little weird” to not make out with a girl’s armpit

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Here’s the thing that some people don’t seem to understand about sex & kink. You have to respect boundaries before you get to push them. You have to show people they’re safe before you get to make them feel scared. You have to respect people before you get to degrade them. You have to be normal with people before you get to be dirty with them. You can’t be skipping steps. Treating them like a person always comes before treating them like a toy.

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so who wants puppies

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remember: if u can’t take a dyke furry girl’s knot that just means she isn’t pushing hard enough. i recommend whining about how it won’t fit and that u don’t want this anymore and that it’ll ruin u and try squirming away or pushing her off. works every time

Well i do love to whine.....

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dyke glory hole for furry girls with huge cocks

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in space nobody can see you get a colossal boner from ripping another mech pilot out of their cockpit and popping them like a grape

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can i interest you in memorizing what every inch of me tastes and feels like?

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*looks at the calendar* oh look at that! It's "bury your cock deep into a foxgirl until it bulges her tummy and she begs you to put a kit in her" Friday

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:3

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art by @tsulala

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thinking again about making a friend in college. maybe the same one as my last post, maybe a new one, but either way, she’s a psychology major. she invites me over to her place, we chat and smoke a little, and she tells me she’s super stressed about a test she has next week.

“what’s it on?”

“hypnosis.” i feel my cunt clench around nothing but i think i hide my arousal well. i know hypnosis is real, and the kink is just a small aspect of it, but it still makes me a little bit wet.

“oh.” is all i say.

“i really need practice, but none of my friends will let me hypnotize them.” she pouts at me. “i really really need to pass, can you let me hypnotize you just a little bit?”

“uh.” the weed is clouding my brain and the way she’s looking at me doesn’t make it any easier. “just a little bit, sure.”

she grins at me. “thank you!” she exclaims. she sits up on her knees and has me look directly into her eyes as she pulls out a pocketwatch. “i was really hoping you’d say yes.”

i try my best not to shift my legs too much as i feel my cunt start to drip more and more. she swings the watch in front of my face, and as she instructs me, i get sleepier and fuzzier. i don’t remember falling asleep, but i do remember waking up. she’s still smiling at me.

“oh, sorry,” i start. “i must’ve not slept well last night. can we try again?” she cocks her head slightly.

“i already hypnotized you, silly!” i blink at her.

“am i hypnotized now…?” she laughs.

“no, do you want to be?”

i plan to say no, but a “yes” comes out of my mouth instead. i think nothing of it.

she grabs my chin, tilting it down, and as i’m staring into her lap, i see a tent forming in her leggings. my jaw drops open, as if on a hinge, and i can’t close it. i can’t even bring my hand up to force it closed. i can’t take my eyes off of her cock, i can only watch.

“lick.” she instructs, and i do. i lunge forward, licking her hard cock through her leggings, desperate to taste her precum, to make her feel good. i find myself inhaling deeply, getting dizzy on the scent of her. “stop.” my mouth is still open, still holding her in my mouth, but i can’t move again. “good puppy.” an orgasm suddenly shoots through me, forcing me to moan on her cock. it takes a full thirty seconds to subside, and the aftershocks leave me breathless.

she grasps my hair with one hand, pulling me off of her and uses her other hand to shut my jaw. “show me your tits.”

i’m suddenly able to move my body, but not able to control my movements. i pull my shirt off as quickly as i can, throwing it somewhere. i don’t turn my head to see where it lands, it isn’t important. i unhook my bra and throw it in the same general direction. i don’t just show her my tits, i cup them in my hands and pinch my nipples hard as if i’m offering them to her. “good puppy.” the same intense orgasm shoots through me, but this time i continue to pinch and unpinch my nipples as i cum. she laughs at me, and my clit twitches.

“you went down really easy, you know?” i stare at her, scared but more turned on than i have ever been in my life. “and you told me all about your hypnosis kink. god, you look so innocent, i never would’ve guessed you rub your cunt to things like this. can you show me how?”

i take one hand off my tits and quickly move it under my skirt, under my soaked underwear. i rub feverishly, feeling my brain get cloudier and cloudier as i get closer to my orgasm. “don’t cum.” my hand stills. i don’t even get to ruin, the almost-orgasm lingers. “clean your fingers.” i don’t want to, but it doesn’t matter what i want. i pull my fingers out of my underwear and push them into my mouth, fucking them into my own throat ever so slightly and swirling my fingers around them until they’re covered in my spit.

she puts her hands behind her head and leans back on a chair, spreading her legs. “suck me off.” my eyes widen slightly. i’ve never sucked a cock before, and i doubt being hypnotized is going to make me into an expert cocksucker. she raises her eyebrows.

regardless of my thought, i find myself taking my hand out of my mouth and off my tit and pulling her leggings down to her ankles. her giant cock slaps her stomach as it’s freed, spreading a small amount of precum that makes my mouth drool. “you can clean me first, if you want.” i really, really do and i don’t think it’s the hypnosis. i put my hands on either of her hips and desperately lap up the semen on her happy trail before i wrap my lips around her tip and lick her urethra, lapping up any precum she gives me.

“throat.” i can’t even react as my jaw opens so widely it almost hurts and i lurch forward until her head is halfway down my throat, my nose in her bush. she moves one of her hands to hold my head down, although i don’t think she needs it. my tongue moves slightly up and down her shaft as she gently fucks my throat, barely thrusting. she starts moving faster and breathing more heavily after a few minutes, and when she’s about to cum, she pulls out of my throat and uses the hand gripping my hair to make me look up.

my eyes are still open as she jerks herself off to finish, painting ropes of thick cum across my face. she narrowly misses my eyes, although i don’t think she missed on purpose. once her balls stop twitching, she lets go of my hair. “freeze.” i can barely breathe, much less move, as she lazily walks across the room to grab her phone. she takes at least a dozen pictures of me, some with the flash on, some with it off, and for the last one, she lays her cock across my face. she takes her time finding the angle for that one.

“you can clean me up again.” i can move again. i don’t wrap my lips around her whole cock this time, only around the thickness of her shaft as i use my tongue to scrub as much of her cum off as i can. i lick the sweat off of her balls, and lick any excess cum off of her tip. “good puppy,” she tells me again as i finish. my eyes flutter closed with this orgasm, hitting me harder than the first two.

she pushes me back on the ground as i finish cumming, tilting my chin up again so i am forced to look in her eyes. “i’m going to snap my fingers, and you’re going to fall back asleep. when i snap my fingers a second time, you’re going to wake up. you’re not going to remember any of this until i want you to. you’re hypnotized by my cock, nabi. you’re helpless against me and it makes you wet. when you see my cock, you will fall back under. when you think of my cock, you will edge and tell me about it. you will never remember how deeply you are hypnotized until your mind is under my power.”

she snaps her fingers, and my eyes shut. i drift into a dreamless sleep immediately. i can feel a washcloth on my face, but it’s distant from me. i feel my bra hook around my chest again, and feel the fabric of my shirt go around my neck, chest, torso. she snaps her fingers again and i completely forget everything that happened.

“so?” she asks as my eyes flutter back open. “how do you feel?”

“um…” i trail off, trying to think if anything feels different. “the same?”

she pouts. “you don’t feel well-rested?”

i think a little bit harder and realize i do feel more energized, better than i usually do after a full night of sleep. “oh! i do, i feel like i slept for eighteen hours.” she beams at me.

“it worked! i might actually pass my test! would you let me practice on you more before i have to take it?”

the thought of being hypnotized is still too much of a turn-on for me, so i open my mouth to let her down easy. but what comes out of my mouth instead is “of course! this was really fun!”

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deeply unpregnant behavior. bend over

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thinking about lounging with my worshippers (eyes glazed and gold, with warm, thoughtless smiles) as some haul a fresh, bound convert up to me. tutting playfully at how my entourage begs to watch me bless their latest catch as they give feeble, muffled shouts through their gag. cool sweat runs down their back as my attendants lie their head in my lap, and for a moment, the feeling of my warm, sun-kissed fingers cupping their cheeks will calm them. they won’t understand what the purpose of this strange little ritual is, why their captors coo and smile so as they watch, where that light on the edge of their vision comes from, and why it seems to pull itself through their eyes and deeper into their head… but such concerns seem further away by the second, less important than the heat blossoming against their face where my palm holds it, less important than the realization that the light burns into their mind as they blink blearily up at me: havent they always wanted this? havent they always wanted to be together and part of something good, right, bigger than them? it’s so simple that when it hits them, they can’t help but laugh, soft and weak and helpless and happy, even as the writhe under my spell. there’s a feeling of deja vu, a tense fear of losing grasp of something important that builds, growing taut and anxious before it snaps and breaks. leaving nothing but uneasy acceptance in its place. no wonder everyone else serves Her, why would they do anything that isn’t ultimately in Her service? why should they waste their time on lesser endeavors when they could aid mine, be mine? havent they always wanted this, too? can they remember wanting anything else?

by the time the ritual is over and their bindings are off, there’s just enough of them left over to be scared at why they aren’t running, just a flash, just for a moment. then it’s gone, drowned out under the radiance of my law, and they stumble to their feet to be shown where to rest 😇

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somewhat horny: i have to get Fucked!

quite a bit horny: can we pretend i’m an elven prince and the necromancer’s curse turns me into a demon on the full moon and the only way to cure me is to have my Womb filled by a chivalrous knight . and can you make sure you say soem shit like ‘forsooth’ and ‘by my honor’ and stuff. mngh

hornier than anyone has ever been: i need to kiss someone and get married