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hirsuteandcute · 9 months

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Very long 3am medical vent - just getting this off my chest because I feel like I have no one to tell (and in case anyone has suffered a similar experience, if you manage to read it all)

I had a Mirena coil inserted last year after a course of hormone shots to (ideally) stop or significantly lighten my period and help with the debilitating pain from my ovulation and period. Tbh I don’t feel it’s really worked because I still have really bad pain and fairly heavy periods (as in more so than average). I think I accepted a while ago that barring a miracle I’ll probably always have worse than average periods due to PCOS and endometriosis (which also runs in my family unfortunately), so I’ve tried to be reasonable in my expectations.

I first went to the doctor with period woes when I was 15 or 16 i.e. roughly 11 years ago, and truly I feel like it has been 11 years of hell. Just pill after pill with different horrible side effects, ultrasounds where they make you fill your bladder up to bursting point and then proceed to push on it for 20 minutes, transvaginal scans where they stuff a big long probe in you and push it around, the God awful laparoscopy I had where the surgeon left the hospital before I even woke up from anaesthetic, so there was no one to actually explain what they did or found during the surgery and then sent me home two hours later with two packets of paracetamol, the hormone shots which induced menopause (my immense sympathy to everyone going through menopause, it was a nightmare and I’m dreading it now), and now this coil.

And the whole time - the WHOLE time, every treatment, every step of the way, I feel there has always been someone downplaying my experience and my pain. During the hormone shots I mentioned that I was experiencing severe fatigue, that I was at risk of losing my job because I was so exhausted to the point of not being able to function - the doctor’s reply was to tell me to test for Covid because that makes people very tired. Never mind the fact I literally had to show a negative test taken within the last 24 hours just to get in to the hospital. It couldn’t be possible that the intense hormones shots that were inducing menopause made me tired could it? No it has to be something completely unrelated that I was too stupid to realise.

6 months after getting my coil inserted I had severe cramps in my pelvis so returned to the doctor, they found out I had a UTI. “I was actually told (both by a retired gynaecologist, and by women who have/had a coil) that having a coil can increase the frequency of UTIs (something the doctor didn’t warn me of before inserting it)” I said to my gyno. “No” he replied “that doesn’t happen”

??? Okay, so there’s no chance that having a foreign object wedged in my literal womb could cause infection?? None at all?? Before the coil I used to get UTIs roughly once every two years, now I get them every six months. But there’s nooo way it could be related to the coil, because there’s no way he could be wrong right? I also mention that I feel I’ve gained weight and feel hungry all the time. “I don’t think that’s related, maybe you’ve been eating more during the lockdown”. Be so fr. Because as we all know increased oestrogen NEVER causes weight gain. I’ve also noticed my labia changing colour and a small freckle. Completely normal and random he says, nothing to do with the coil. Sure, never mind that it’s well established that increased oestrogen can also make your labia darker. But it’s just a coincidence, I’m being silly.

And recently I had what feels like to me that the straw that had broken the camels back. I had my first Pap smear two weeks ago. It was really uncomfortable, first because the nurse couldn’t ‘find’ my cervix so had to use a big speculum but whatever, it was tolerable. Then she tells me she can’t find the Mirena coil strings (you’re supposed to be able to feel the threads attached to the coil, similar to a tampon but much higher up and much thinner strings). Oh shit. She tells me that my GP can check it, she’s inserted coils before.

Cool, so she’ll be the expert. The examination from the GP was the second most painful thing I’ve experienced (first is the laparoscopy) and I’ve suffered broken bones, wisdom teeth removal, gastroscopy, colonoscopy, waxing, generally living with severe period pains etc. which is to say, I like to think I have a decent pain tolerance.

First she shoves the big speculum up there for honest to God 10 minutes, then her fingers, then the speculum again and something to scrape away internal discharge so she could get a clearer view of my cervix. I felt like she was ripping my cervix open. I got on the bus home and just openly started crying (thankfully it was mostly empty, I got a few weird stares and an older lady and the bus driver asked if I was okay which was nice at least). It was mortifying. I was in so much pain for a good five days. It hurt to go to the toilet, it hurt to sit on hard chairs, it just hurt all the time, and I was having brown discharge. On day three I called the GP’s reception because she didn’t warn me about all this and I’m concerned about how long it will last. When I call the GP is on her way out and won’t talk on the phone, she answers via the receptionist instead, “that’s not related to the exam. That shouldn’t be happening. Maybe you have an infection instead”.

ARE. YOU. SHITTING ME. And the thing is on the day of the exam the GP actually apologised because she acknowledged that it must have been painful for me and it was more difficult and long winded than usual. So the absolute audacity to act like what I’m going through has nothing to do with what she did. Oh, and she still can’t find the strings.

I’m just… so tired. I’m so tired of being treated like a human pincushion. I feel like a slab of meat on a butcher’s table honestly. My mum said to me “why didn’t you tell the GP the exam was painful?”. This question was tormenting me, I wish I had so much even though honestly, I think the GP would’ve tried to convince me to put up with it. But I couldn’t help but feel that it was my fault, that if I just said something I wouldn’t have needed to suffer so much.

As a patient you trust that your doctor has your best interest at heart and won’t put you through more suffering than necessary, that they want and know what’s best for you. Even after all my negative experiences I can’t help but naively believe that. But I just feel so hurt and betrayed. They really don’t care. I just feel like a number, like they’re just keeping their eye on the clock to get me in and out in the allotted time. I feel like before I’ve even finished describing my symptoms they’ve decided what they want to say or do, and have checked out. They get this glazed look on their face or this condescending smile on their face like they’ve heard it all before, and I’m some kind of hysterical hypochondriac making a big fuss over nothing. I just want to scream and cry and yell but I know that will make me look even more crazy and dramatic. It’s so unfair that when women have these conditions that can’t easily be solved the blame is put on us for being difficult, instead of the medical system for being so complacent about women’s health.

It’s not my fault, I didn’t choose to have such a difficult body, I don’t know why something as simple as a menstrual cycle which should come naturally, has to be so complicated for me. But I just feel so blamed and guilty for it, like it’s somehow my fault I can’t just get it together and make it behave and respond to treatment.

I’m going for another transvaginal scan today to see if they can find the coil (the appointments actually in 5 hours and I haven’t slept a wink - oops), and then seeing the gynaecologist tomorrow (the one that inserted the coil).

Tw for suicide mention

I’m just at wits end. I can’t keep living like this. To tell you the truth, I’ve really been suffering with suicidal feelings. It’s been a problem for me since I was 14, going up and down throughout life, and I was doing okay for a while, when I had the coil inserted I was so hopeful things would improve, but it’s just so bad now. I just can’t imagine a future like this, constant pain and appointments and random things being shoved up my vagina by strangers and speaking to apathetic doctors. It takes so much to wake up in the morning. No one in my life understands how upsetting this is for me and I don’t feel like I can tell them. I feel so ashamed for not being mentally stronger to just get through this. and throughout it I feel like the crazy nuisance lady who won’t shut up about her pain. Like when the doctors hear from me they’re like “ugh this one again, why can’t she just deal with it?”. Just so disappointing and stressful

#personal #ranty ramble #suicide mention//#pcos #endometriosis

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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@nomadmilk thank you sooooo much for the congrats gorg!! sorry its taken so long to write this, but welcome to bunny life!! hope u have a fantastic shift and enjoy ur time with hawks (he’s super popular at these things!!)

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event which is now closed.

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation.

Words: 2k

The party was in full swing. Everyone was chatting, laughing, dancing, generally having a great time. So why were you so bored? This is your latest in a long line of Playboy parties. They’re fun, of course they’re fun. That’s why so many people come to attend these things after all. It’s such an exclusive event, invite only and only those in the know get the special pink envelope in the post every time the function comes around. But it’s the same every time, it’s the same smiling, happy faces dancing and drinking every single time. You were bored.

You needed some excitement.

You got more than you bargained for when a trio of bunnies approached you. They cat walked over to you, one slightly in front of the others. These particular bunnies are a group of girls you haven’t really taken the time to get to know. You say hello in passing, but nothing more past that. They looked like they meant business, like they had something to tell you about.

“You do work here, yes?” the leader questioned you. You quirked an eyebrow. Was the outfit not enough of a giveaway? Or the fact you see her almost daily since you both live here. You just nodded, simply. Not sure you’d be able to keep your attitude in check if you actually spoke. “So why are you just sitting here? Work the room, get drinks for the guests.” she commanded. You scoffed.

“Sure.” you replied as you stood to your feet. Before you could get back to work, she grabbed you harshly by the wrist. “Let go of me.” you yelped as you attempted to free yourself from her hold.

“What’s wrong with your fucking face? This is a party. You have the best job in the world, seem a little happy about it.” she scolded as she got in your face. Just as you were about to use your free hand to slap her across her stupid smug face, a third party intervened and snatched her away from you.

“Behave little bunny.” he spoke. Her features instantly transformed from furious to flirtatious.

It was Keigo Takami. You’d seen him around before, but never spoke to him. You’d never been this close to him. Most of the bunnies had a soft spot for Keigo, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was pretty. A pretty blonde stranger with a splash of mystery. What wasn’t to like? He was a big flirt too; you’d heard several stories exchanged of him from the other girls. He’d fucked quite a few of them, even though it was against the rules.

“Keigo!” she began excitedly, “nice to see you again baby… You wanna go somewhere?” she asked him. He looked over to you, but you paid him no mind. You picked up your cocktail tray and wandered off towards the bar.

“Not tonight.” he simply stated as he followed you.

He tapped your right shoulder and you immediately looked to see who it was, when you didn’t immediately see him you turned to your left to see him smiling. He clearly thought it was amusing, but you were in no mood. You gave him a half hearted smile as you reached the bar, you set your tray down and waited for the bar staff to fill it up with drinks for you to carry.

“Tough night?” Keigo questioned. You nodded.

“Apparently your girlfriend doesn’t like me too much.” you responded. He shook his head, immediately denying the accusing tone to your voice. Keigo doesn’t do girlfriends. Before he lets you pick up your serving tray, he rests his heavy hand on it preventing you from lifting.

“Apologies if this comes off a little forward or… you know… inappropriate,” he began, “but do you wanna come and take a breather in my car with me?”

You knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as smooth of a line as he thought it was. But he was staring into your eyes, you were staring back into the pretty pools of honey that were fixated on you. Your hand was on his as you had placed it there when you initially wanted your tray back. It was silly that you were even contemplating it, but the overwhelming adrenaline from the bitch bunny’s confrontation had your train of thought all over the place. You couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think what a good and bad idea was. You just wanted some air, you wanted to be out of here. So, you held his gaze and parted your lips.

“Yes.”

☆ ☆ ☆

You left together, and no one seemed to notice. There were so many guests and a large selection of bunny girls, who would care if two people went missing? He opened the passenger side door for you. So chivalrous. You thought to yourself. When he began driving, he put a hand onto your headrest. His face was a little too close to yours as he reversed, he poked his tongue out as he was concentrating. You felt the blood fill your face, warming your cheeks from slight embarrassment. You did your best to turn away and regain your composure. The little act didn’t go unnoticed, Keigo looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he queried.

“A little.” you confessed.

He began driving around the back of the mansion. There were so many acres to the yard, only a small fraction was used by the guests for these parties. But still, you’re fairly sure people aren’t meant to drive on the perfectly mowed grass.

“I don’t think you should be doing this.” you told him, but he didn’t stop. Plunging further and further into the darkness of the unlit field.

“Don’t worry babe, me and your boss go back.” he told you. The pet name making you dizzy.

The car came to a stop. Silence. You knew what was about to happen. He knew what was about to happen. But the tension in the air was immeasurable. It was a waiting game to see who’d make the first move. You could barely look in his direction. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Good girl…” he cooed. Your throat accommodating seven inches of his fat veiny cock. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. His hand rested delicately on the crown of your head while you went at your own pace.

You sloshed your tongue around his erection, stimulating each vein as you bobbed up and down.

“Such a good fucking bunny, aren’t you? My little cock slut.” he praised.

You felt shame that you were just another bunny on his ever growing list of conquests, but in this moment with his cock head nudging your tonsils, you’re finding it difficult to care. When you lifted your head, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off. He forced your head back to his cock, you let him fill your wet cavern with his tip. You knew he was close, his moaning was like music to your ears.

“Hnng. – fuck – fucking hell sweetheart I’m gonna fucking cum.” he announced. You hummed approvingly. “Gonna take it all aren’t you? Take all of my fucking cum you – jesus fuck - you little slutty bunny, take daddy’s cum.” he pumped his cock a couple of more times before spilling into you with a needy high pitch whine. Thick white ropes filled into your mouth and you swallowed almost instantly.

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, showing him the lack of cum in your mouth. He was still heaving from his orgasm. There was a sheen layer of sweat clinging to his skin, little beads dripping down his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” he spoke, it sounded like more praise. Like he was impressed with you. The thought of making him proud went straight to your aching cunt. He took a few more moments to settle himself down and regain his composure. When his breathing steadied, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you deeply while you positioned yourself to straddle him on the driver’s seat. He slowly unbuttoned the bottom of your corset, revealing your lacy black panties that resided underneath. He pushed them to the side and ran a single digit up the length of your slit. The feeling made you shudder and collapse your body onto his.

His cock was back to full mast, he used the tip head to explore your folds before plunging into you.

“Hnng… Daddy…” you mewled, earning a scoff from the blonde.

“You’re like that huh? A slut for daddy like that? Get yourself off,” he commanded, “Go on, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.”

You descended onto his length and he sat snugly at your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulled down the front of your corset, wanting to watch your tits bounce as you used him to get off. He used his tongue to dance over your left nipple and a free hand to roll your right one between his finger and thumb. The occasional pinch forcing you to clench around him. You were bouncing on him, taking him so well. He took a moment to look at your face, admiring the way your eyes scrunched and lips pouted as little ‘ooo’ sounds escaped.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that.” he smiled. The sweet pet name was enough incentive to make you pick up the pace. Raising higher and sinking lower on his fat cock, each vein hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You could feel the car rocking. But you didn’t care. No one would know, no one could see, no one could hear.

“D-daddy, oh! Oh daddy! Fuck!” you cried.

“Yeah babe, just like that. Juuuuust like that baby. Fuck you’re such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” he told you. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, and you’re sure tomorrow they’ll turn into beautiful blue blooms to remind you of who you belonged to tonight. He started meeting your motions, thrusting up inside you and hitting deeper than you could by yourself.

“Hnng. Keigo! Gonna, gonna cum daddy!” you practically shouted, the feeling of the coil within you coming undone. He couldn’t respond, he had reached his peak for the second time and was soiling your insides. But you didn’t stop, he didn’t stop either. He wanted to fuck his seed further into you, his bruising thrusts were relentless.

“Good girl, you can do it. Doing such a good job f’me.” he told you.

Within seconds he felt your cunt clamp him in, he didn’t think he had anything more to give you but the feeling of your glorious snatch trapping him unravelled him once again. Depositing more of his load into your tight pussy. You collapsed on him once again, moaning into his ear as you came around his cock. You moved your body back slightly to look at him, kissing him deeply. Your tongue massaging his as you carried on panting into each other. You carried on warming his cock, but parted your bodies slightly so you could calm down. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and snickered.

“What a pretty little mess you made.” he commented. When you looked there was a mixture of his cum and your slick stuck to his trousers. You looked at him, innocently batting your lashes.

You had officially made the list of bunnies that Keigo had fucked. But you had a feeling you’d be on an even more exclusive list of bunnies that Keigo wants to fuck more than once.

I hope you enjoyed your shift as a playboy bunny!! Thanks so much for taking part in this event I hope this was worth the wait!! Mwah mwah xxx

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sloppykyuu · 3 years

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Look if I'm getting too much u need to tell me cos I wont stop sending in shit

So Issei finally gets a gf and if super obsessed with her (not in a creepy or unhealthy way just really fucking in love and happy that someone has feelings for him) so he tries his hardest to always make her happy and one day he hears her and her friends talk about their boyfriends and all their friends talk about how good their boyfriends are in bed and Isseis gf doesnt say much cos she wants to keep things like that privat (that's a lie she just doesnt want to destroy everyone else's self esteem cos nobody can compare to him at all) and Issei makes it his mission to fuck her in every position possible the entire weekend and he does and basically his gf cant go to school for a week cos legs dont function and she let's her friends now why she isnt at school and they r frustrated that their boyfriends never fucked them this well before (◍•ᴗ•)

P.s. dont be shy u can write the sex scenes as detailed as u want

Ah yes ☺️ i love ur request never stop sending them.

There was no question that the moment Issei met you he had fallen for you. The day he made you his girlfriend just proved it further.

He was arguably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He gave you his food if you ever forgot it, handing you his sweatshirts whenever the slightest of breezes would pass, and overall just spoiling you.

He was no different in bed as rough as he was, he always reminded you that you took him so well, that you were so perfect, and no one ever compared to your tiny, clenching cunt (or you just you in general).

He knew he wanted to keep you forever and made sure that would happen. He thought that he pleased you in ever sense of the word, so it was surprise when he overheard your friends talking about their sex life and not hearing a peep from you.

“He’s that good?”

“You have no idea,” you watched as your friend practically moaned at the thought of her boyfriend. “He’s pretty big too.”

You decided to stay silent as your friends boasted about the rounds of steamy sex they had last night. It’s not like you didn’t have anything to add in, you just didn’t think they should really know about your sex life. And maybe the fact that if you had flexed about how your boyfriend made you cum multiple times almost every night, you’d probably end up crushing their egos.

It hurt Issei just a little bit that you didn’t butt in to let those girls know that he fucked you stupid everytime. At least, he thought he did. Were you faking for him? No, there was no way. You were begging for him last night. Begging him to fill you to the brim with his seed, begging for him to slow down, that your poor abused cunt couldn’t take anymore.

“Y/n?” You looked up from your food. “You’ve been rather quiet. Why’s that?”

You shrug at her. “Nothing to add, that’s all.”

She squints her eyes at your skeptically. “So he’s not good in bed, huh?”

You eyes widen at that,”what? When’d I say that?”

“You didn’t have to, your silence says everything.”

“It says nothing! I never said he was bad!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“You never said he was good, though.” Your other friend jumps in.

The look you give them makes their hands shoot up. “No need to get defensive. Some guys aren’t good at sex and that’s okay. It’s not your fault Y/n. Plus, you love him and thats what matters most.”

“You two are ridiculous.” You scoff and shake your head at the two girls in front of you.

You hadn’t even said anything, where’d they get the idea Issei wasn’t good?!

Before the girls could continue, Issei rounds the corner.

“Hey babe,” you jump at the sound of his voice and quickly get up from your seat.

“Issei!” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly returns the hug.

“Ready to go?” You nod and move to gather up your things.

The pitiful look they shoot you when Issei wraps his arm around your shoulder is met with an unamused glare before you two walked away.

The walk home was silent. Fortunately not uncomfortable.

He didn’t like how you hadn’t said anything to confirm that he was good. He supposes it shouldn’t upset him too bad, you hadn’t said he was bad. He planned to prove your friends wrong. To make sure your creaming pussy and begs for more weren’t part of his imagination.

The moment the door closed behind you Issei had you pressed against it, a thigh between your legs, and tongue down your throat. His arm rests beside your head, his other hand squeezes your hip.

He pulls away to kiss down your neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just love on my girl?” He continues his assault on your neck bringing his hand down from beside your head to your waist. A moan leaves your lips and you rut your hips on his thigh when he sucks on a tender spot on your neck

His hand moves to rest on your thigh before slipping up it to your clothed heat. He rubs at the wetness that seeps through your panties before pushing them to the side and rubbing at your clit.

Soft moans fill his ears as he slips his fingers down to your wet hole. Gathering it up on his fingers, spreading it around and pushing two fingers deep into you.

Squeals of pleasure filled the room as he massaged your sensitive little spot. He felt you tighten and grind your hips down on his hand, groaning at your desperation.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” You nodded eagerly at his words. “Course you do, so desperate for my big cock.”

You threw your head back against the door, mouth wide open as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you.

“Fu-fuck, it feels so fucking good~” you whined. Your fingers dug into the material stretched across his shoulder. He chuckles at you before pulling his fingers out, hearing you whine at the loss.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. When you reach the room he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

His hands slip from your waist to the small of your back before slipping down to your ass and squeezing rather roughly. A gasp parts your lips which lets him stick his tongue back down your throat, all while he hands move from your ass to the back of your thighs, tugging gently to signal he wanted to pick you up.

You jump and wrap your legs around his slim waist, keeping your tongues entwined. He walks you two until his legs hits the bed and tosses you on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Issei commands you. He watches with hooded eyes and unbuttons his shirt while you do yours. Eyes glued to your covered chest the moment your skin is exposed.

You scoot up on the bed for him to crawl over you after throwing the blouse somewhere in the room. Where it went wasn’t really corcerning at this moment. Only the primal look in Issei’s eyes. His gaze soaking up your full breasts popping out of your bra. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he smirks at your doe eyes looking up at him.

He grips one of your tits in his large hand, gently squeezing it. He pressed his lips to yours again. He pulls the bra down to punch your nipple with thumb and forefinger.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as he pulls mouth away to lap at your nipple. One hand kneads at your other breast while the other travels to your hips to unzip your skirt. He pushes the material down your legs and tosses it.

He pulls away from you unbuckle his own slacks. Gaze on you as you remove your bra and panties. Slinging your panties at him, giggling as he catches them with ease.

“You testing me, right now?” He smirks down at you. “Asking me put these on, princess?”

“Issei! Shut up!” You laugh at him before deciding to tease him and spreading your legs for him. “Please, ‘sei. Need you so bad,” you whine as you slip your fingers down to your clit, rubbing gently.

He lets out a deep breath and tugs his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and crawling back over you.

He slaps your hand away from your pussy and grabs both of your hands pinning them above your head.

“You really think you make yourself feel better than I can?” He scoffs.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. I make you feel good don’t I, baby?” He smiles down at you, running a thumb across your cheek.

“So good, ‘sei. Please fuck me,” his smiles grows wider as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

He lets go of your wrists before straight back up, and gripping his aching cock in his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He says, tapping the thick head of his cock on your hard clit. Watching your tiny hole clench at the stimulation.

He lines it up to your hole, head catching your slick lips. “Put it in daddy please,”

With no hesitation he begins pushing his large length into your tiny, snug cunt.

Throwing his head back and groaning as you clench tightly around him. “Fuck- baby. Your pussy is so tiny. Dunno if you can even take all of me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I can. I can do it. Please,��

“If you say so, don’t expect me to stop then. Got it?” He bites his lip watching you nod eagerly, eyes wide and glossy.

You thought that by now you’d be used to the wide stretch every time he pushed his cock inside of you, but you weren’t. It burned and it hurt but it felt so good. To have something so long and thick filling you to the brim. Stretching you beyond your limit every time he fucked you.

When he bottomed out, thick, heavy balls touched your ass and tip kissing your cervix, you nearly passed out. His dick so thick it rested and throbbed on your g-spot, causing you to cum around him while he pushed in.

“Did you just cum?” He huffs an amused laugh. Your cheeks flush a deep red and rest your arm on your eyes to cover your face. “Aww, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

He ruts his hips into you when you don’t respond to him. Your arm falls off your face as your head tips back.

He pulls his hips back, tip catching your lips before slamming right back in. You both moan out.

Issei grabs the back of your knees to push them against your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh~” you moan out. Your hands grip at your own thighs. “Harder, please.”

He smiles at you before hammering his Cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds your cervix over and over again. Successfully leaving you brainless.

Your head lolls to the side and your tongue peels out of your mouth spilling drool down the side of your face. He keeps his gaze trained on the far away look in your eyes. Listens to the whimpers and moans that leave your lips as pounds into your spasming cunt.

“Squeezing me, baby, you gonna cum again?”

“Uhhhh uh huh,” he chuckles at your inability to answer.

“Aw,” he faux frowns, “did I fuck you stupid, baby girl? Huh, did I fuck your little brain out?”

You don’t respond to him. Too busy focusing on the quickly approaching orgasm. You arch your back high off the bed in turn causing him to fuck you at a new angle, even deeper and more pleasurable than the last. One last thrust has you cumming around him again.

Creaming thickly on his cock. The sight makes his cock throb. Your stretched pussy, accommodating his girth, and the translucent white that coats his cock as his continues to fuck you through your second orgasm.

He pulls out when you calm down, whining because you thought it was over, but you’re quickly shut up when turns you around. Propping your hips up, so your ass was in the air and your face shoved in the pillows.

He quickly pushes his length inside you. Returning back to his previous pace. He could taste how close he was. His balls twitching as they slapped against you. He leans over pressing kisses to your shoulders and cheeks, arms leaning on either side of your head.

Soft gasps leave you with each slam of his hips. The small pool of puddle of drool that seeps into the sheets makes him chuckle gently. He knows he fucked you silly, fucked you so silly you can’t even be concered about something you’d usually find so gross.

He knew you were going to cum again soon, hopefully with him, because your walls clamped impossibly tight around him. So sensitive from your previous two orgasms he knew you’d be coming in no time anyway.

A few more deep, hard thrusts later he had you gushing around him. Clear liquid splashing on his balls had him pushing deep inside you releasing his thick load inside your abused womb. Filling you up wholy. Cum seeped out around his dick, spilling out when pulls himself from your sore cunt.

He rolls you on your back and presses soft kisses all across your face. “Such a good girl.” He hums softly. “Love you so much, baby.”

He hears your content sigh and relaxes when he notices you coming back down to reality. “Hi, baby.” He smiles at the cute grin on your lips, cheeks rosy and stained tears on your cheeks.

“Hi bubba.” You sigh. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before running off to the bathroom to get a damp rag to clean you up.

Chuckling at the quiet squeal that leaves your lips at the cold feeling. “Feeling okay? Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m okay. But I do wanna know where all this came from.” You question as he takes in his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Just wanted to let you know how good I make you feel,” he shrugs, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I hate you.” You laugh at his words.

“Sure you do, baby. Sure you do.” He hugs you tighter to his chest.

He knew there was no question that he fucked his girl the best. Maybe he’d bring up what he’d heard, or really lack thereof, or maybe he wouldn’t. But one thing was sure, no one could fuck you better than him.

A/n: I DID IT!!! I finally finished this request. I need to get back into the dirty mindset lol but I hope you liked this cuz this concept was fucking sick. And I’m feeling better (for now lmao I think I’m alright 😳)

Request are back tf open!

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comrade-meow · 3 years

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The “world historical defeat” of the female sex continues apace.

Women in their tens of thousands are trafficked into sexual slavery every year. Increasing numbers of poor, black and brown women are virtually imprisoned on commercial surrogacy farms, producing babies for the benefit of rich couples. Brutalisation of women in the porn industry is feeding through into its viewers’ sex lives, with grim consequences, while teenage girls face an epidemic of sexual harassment at school and on the streets.

The frequency of female genital mutilation (FGM) and child marriage has shot up during the Covid-19 crisis. Domestic violence has likewise rocketed. In the UK, prosecutions are so limited that rape is virtually decriminalised. Abortion rights are under attack, from the USA to Poland. And international ‘men’s rights’ networks like ‘Men Going Their Own Way’ attract millions of viewers to videos that dehumanise and pathologise women to an extreme extent.

This is a resurgent global system of exploitation and oppression targeted on women, a reaction against the many gains of feminism. The increasingly commercial nature of many of these deeply exploitative and oppressive practices - the porn industry, for one, makes billions every year, some of it from content involving rape, child abuse, non-consensual filming and the like - drives home the desperate need for a socialist analysis that exposes the roots of these ancient but enduring patriarchal oppressions. And we need an understanding and a language that enables that analysis.

But at the same time as this shocking acceleration of anti-woman attitudes, practices and policies, the categories of ‘man’ and ‘woman’ are being rapidly taken apart in response to a worldwide ‘trans rights’ movement. In a rush to embrace the new world of multiple genders, organisations and corporations as diverse as Amnesty International, Tampax, the stillbirth charity, Sands, the Harvard Medical School and many others are in a sudden rush to delete the words ‘woman’ and ‘girl’ from their vocabulary and replace them with a new, ‘inclusive’ language of ‘menstruators’, ‘gestational carriers’, ‘birthing people’, ‘cervix-havers’ and ‘people with uteruses’.

At the same time, the word ‘sex’ has progressively been replaced by the word ‘gender’, which is used to refer not only to reproductive class, but also to aspects of human life as disparate as individual psychology, personality, mannerisms, clothing choices and sexual roles. And the words ‘male’ and ‘female’, ‘man’ and ‘woman’, are being repurposed to refer not to the sexes themselves, but to aspects of psychology, personality or clothing that are traditionally associated with one or the other sex.

Is this new language - and the renaming and breaking up of the category of people formerly known as women - the tool we need for the job of dismantling the worldwide discrimination, exploitation and abuse of women that is so often focussed on the female sexual and reproductive characteristics? I would argue not. These misguided attempts to dismantle the language used to describe women’s bodies and lives does nothing to reveal or dismantle the oppression itself.

This is because the conceptual framework that is driving the change in language - and stretching and distorting the categories of man and woman into meaninglessness - is fundamentally wrong. And badly so.

Sex as fiction

The political driver behind these linguistic changes is the ‘trans rights’ movement, which bases its arguments on the most extreme and illogical aspects of queer theory. Many trans activists insist that to even question the precepts that they advance is actively hateful, even fascistic in nature - witness the social media furore when any celebrity, such as JK Rowling, dares to say that the word ‘woman’ means a female person. But it is neither hateful nor fascistic to question arguments that have neither intellectual nor political integrity.

I will quote from Judith Butler’s book Gender trouble1 - first published in 1990, and often hailed as a foundational text of queer theory - and its 1993 follow-up, Bodies that matter2, to illustrate the thinking behind the current trans activism movement. Queer theory is an unashamedly post-modernist, anti-materialist and psychoanalytic school of philosophical thought that frames sex, sexual behaviour and sexual identity (being gay, bisexual or straight) as social constructs, and takes its arguments so far that it claims that the two sexes (not just gender, but the sexes themselves) are fictional. The phenomenon of intersex is thought to prove that sex is not ‘binary’, with only two possibilities, but exists on a spectrum between male and female (I, among many others, have debunked this notion elsewhere3). But in queer theory, gender is not just “the social significance that sex assumes within a given culture”.4 Queer theory goes much further, purporting that the two sexes themselves are social constructs, like money or marriage. Thus gender replaces sex altogether: “... if gender is the social construction of sex, then it appears not only that sex is absorbed by gender, but that ‘sex’ becomes something like a fiction, perhaps a fantasy.”5

Therefore, according to queer theory, male and female are not objective realities, but ‘identities’. Everyone is required to fit into one or other of those two ‘identities’ in order to enforce reproduction through “compulsory heterosexuality”:

The category of sex belongs to a system of compulsory heterosexuality that clearly operates through a system of compulsory sexual reproduction … ‘male’ and ‘female’ exist only within the heterosexual matrix … [and protect it] from a radical critique.6

It is therefore through the power of language, and the naming of male and female, that gender oppression is created; and it is by the power of language that it can also be defeated. In order to dismantle the oppression that has resulted from this categorisation, it will be necessary to implement an “insidious and effective strategy … a thoroughgoing appropriation and redeployment of the categories of identity themselves … in order to render that category, in whatever form, permanently problematic”.7 This feat is to be achieved specifically by “depriving the … narratives of compulsory heterosexuality of their central protagonists: ‘man’ and ‘woman’”.8 The category ‘women’ is particularly promoted as being ripe to be emptied of meaning. It should be

a permanent site of contest … There can be no closure on the category and … for politically significant reasons, there ought never to be. That the category can never be descriptive is the very condition of its political efficacy.9

It is evident that the programme of queer theory is working, in the sense that it is changing and dismantling the language. But does the whole of gender oppression across history really originate in the simple naming of male and female? Because, if it does not, then this new movement is a dead end that is ultimately doomed to failure as far as challenging the structures that bear down on women’s lives.

While it is true that human thought and culture must have developed in tandem with the particulars of our species’ sexual behaviour, reproductive biology and mating systems - such as menstruation, which, although not unique to humans, is unusual among mammals - it is futile to protest that sex did not exist prior to the emergence of the human race.

Queer theory, however, rejects any understanding of human sex or gender that involves biological sciences. Our evolutionary history simply disappears in a puff of smoke:

... to install the principle of intelligibility in the very development of a body is precisely the strategy of a natural teleology that accounts for female development through the rationale of biology. On this basis, it has been argued that women ought to perform certain social functions and not others; indeed, that women ought to be fully restricted to the reproductive domain.10

For those who believe that reproduction is the only societal contribution appropriate to the class of people that possess wombs, by virtue of the fact that they possess wombs, altering the use of the word ‘woman’ cannot change that. It is the reproductive ability itself, not the words used to describe it, that the argument is based on. Nothing materially changes - moving words around will not change the position of the uterus, or its function. It is as futile as rearranging the labels on the deckchairs on the Titanic. Or like renaming the Titanic itself after it has hit the iceberg - thus, miraculously, the Titanic will not sink after all.

Many of the abuses and exploitations that oppress women target the real sexual and reproductive aspects of women’s bodies - our materiality - so a materialist analysis is essential. Can any such analysis work, when its starting point is that sex is a fiction?

Applying Occam’s Razor - accepting the simplest explanation that can account for all the facts - queer theory’s conceptual framework does not cut the mustard. If sex is a fiction invented to enforce heterosexuality and reproduction, it leaves vast swathes of the picture unexplained. An analysis worth its salt would bring together multiple, seemingly different, inexplicable or unconnected aspects of social and cultural attitudes to sex under one schema. A materialist analysis that takes into account the reality that there are two meaningful reproductive sex classes fares far better, and explains far more of the problematic - and often bizarre - social and cultural practices and attitudes around sex.

Is it not a far better explanation that people became aware of the blindingly obvious early on in human development - that there are very clearly only two reproductive roles, and that the anatomical features associated with each are astonishingly easy to identify at birth in nearly all humans? And that the possession of those distinct anatomies resulted in them being named, in the same way that other significant natural phenomena are named - because, irrespective of any relative value placed upon them, they actually exist?

Leaving aside that blatantly obvious counterargument, there is a further problem with queer theory: homosexuality just does not need to be eradicated in order to ensure reproduction. Why? Because occasional heterosexual intercourse, at the right time, during periods of female fertility, is all that is needed. A woman could sleep with a man just once or twice a month, and have it away with another woman for 20-odd nights a month, with exactly the same reproductive outcome. While it is true that there would be no reproduction if every sexual encounter was homosexual, strict heterosexuality, or anything approaching it, is not required to ensure childbearing. Likewise, a fertile man can sleep with a woman a few times a year and be almost certain to father children. And since one man can impregnate many women, significant numbers of men could be largely or exclusively homosexual without any impact on the number of children born - so why persecute and punish homosexual behaviour so severely?

The ‘compulsory heterosexuality’ argument has no basis, once examined in this light, and thus a central plank of queer theory falls easily.

Queer theory proposes that the so-called ‘complementary’ aspects of masculine and feminine behaviour have been created by culture in order to justify the compulsory pairing of male with female. Genders, including the two sexes themselves, are understood to be performative: brought into being by repeated ‘speech acts’ that, through the appearance of authority and the power of naming, actually create that which they name.

Thus, each individual assumes - or grows into, takes on and expresses - a ‘gender’ that is encouraged, promoted, and enforced by social expectations. I broadly agree that many of the observable average differences in male and female behaviour are largely culturally created, and reinforced by oft-repeated societal expectations. The fact that the expectations have to be so often stated, and sometimes violently reinforced, is testament to the fact that those differences are in no way innate, but are driven by the requirement to conform. But the origin of the expectations of ‘complementary’ male and female behaviour is not, as queer theory suggests, to counteract homosexuality and force the pairing of male with female.

The specifics of masculine and feminine behaviour do not point towards such a conclusion. Why is feminine behaviour submissive, while masculine behaviour is dominant? Why not the other way around? Why must one be dominant and the other submissive at all? Wouldn’t a hand signal do instead? How do the particular, specific manifestations of gender serve the purpose of enforcing heterosexuality and eliminating homosexuality, when many of them, such as FGM, reduce heterosexual behaviour in heterosexual women? True, any enforcement would require bullying of some kind, but why is it that so much of the bullying related to sex focuses on (heterosexual) women, and so relatively little on heterosexual men? Why is virginity in women prized but of little account in men? Why is so much actual heterosexual behaviour, that could lead to reproduction, so viciously punished? Why are women punished, humiliated, shamed far more than men for sexual promiscuity - heterosexual promiscuity? Why is it girls, not boys, who are the primary victims of child marriage practices? Why, in so many cultures, are women traditionally not allowed to own property, and children are considered the property of the father and not the mother? What answer does queer theory have to all this? None. It is not even framed as a question that needs to be answered.

Patriarchy

All of these disparate cultural practices spring sharply into focus when we understand the simple rule formulated by Friedrich Engels, the primary and founding rule of patriarchy, which exists to enforce the rights, not of men in general, but specifically of fathers: when property is private, belonging to male individuals rather than shared communally, women must bear children only to their husbands.

Why? Because the mechanics of reproduction mean that, while a woman can be certain the children she is raising are indeed her own, a man cannot - unless he knows for sure that the children’s mother cannot have slept with any other man. Thus when private property is concerned, men have a strong motivation to ensure that the children to whom they pass on their wealth are their own offspring. Herewith the origins of monogamous marriage. And with it, as an integral part (indeed as a driving force), the origins of women’s oppression - or “the world historical defeat of the female sex”, according to Engels.11

The gender rules developed in order to ensure paternity and inheritance. This simple explanation takes us a long way to understanding the specifics of how gender oppression manifests itself globally, in the enforced submission of women to men, and specifically to their husbands, and in seemingly disparate cultural values and practices that prevent women from having heterosexual sex with multiple male partners, outside of marriage, or punish them if they do.

How do men, individually and collectively, stop - or attempt to stop - their wives from sleeping with other men? Promises are not enough, as we know. How do you stop anyone from doing something they want to, from expressing their own desires? You bully them. You humiliate, threaten, harass, attack and perhaps - occasionally - even murder them. In these multiple ways you seek to enforce compliance, through assuming social dominance and forcing social submissiveness and subordination. Society and culture evolve around these values, and develop in ways that satisfy the needs and desires of the socially dominant group. Meanwhile members of that socially submissive group are discouraged from banding together (they might mount a revolution), and learn to adapt their own behaviour to avoid harm. And, since conflict is costly, disruptive and traumatic, both groups develop strategies to signal their social position, to defuse and avoid conflict and possible injury, with social rules and expectations developing around these behaviours.

The global hallmarks of masculinity and femininity would be recognised in any other primate species as the unmistakable signs of social dominance and social subordination. Socially dominant primates (and other mammals, plus many other vertebrates) make themselves large, take up space, monopolise resources. These are the core components of masculine behaviour. Subordinate animals drop or avert the gaze, make themselves small, move out of the way, and surrender resources. These are typical feminine behaviours. In primates, attending to the needs of the dominant members of the group, by grooming, is also characteristic of social subordinates. In humans, grooming as such has been replaced by a far broader suite of behaviours that involve serving the needs of the dominant class.

Gendered behaviours and the social values attached to each sex reflect this pattern worldwide. Societies globally and throughout time promote and encourage these masculine and feminine behaviours - better understood as dominant and subordinate behaviours - as appropriate to men and women respectively. Western cultures are no exception.

The enactment of dominance (‘masculinity’) and subordinance (‘femininity’) can be understood as partly learned and partly innate. Innate, in the sense that the expression of these behavioural patterns is an instinctive response to a felt social situation, or social position - anyone will signal submissiveness in the presence of a threatening social dominant who is likely to escalate dangerously if challenged. Thus, nearly everyone signals submissiveness extremely effectively, and unconsciously, as soon as they have a gun pointed at their heads. And it is hard not to display these behaviours, when we feel ourselves to be in the presence of a socially dominant or subordinate individual or group.

So femininity is a stylised display of primate submissiveness - a behavioural strategy that reduces or avoids conflict by reliably signalling submission to social dominants. Members of either sex, when they find themselves towards the bottom of any social hierarchy, deploy different, but similarly ritualised and reliable, submissive gestures. Examples include bowing, curtseying, kneeling or prostration before monarchs; the doffing of caps with downcast eyes and slumping shoulders in the workplace; and the kneeling and bowing (in prayer) that is such a large part of patriarchal organised religions. It is easy to recognise such gestures as signals of submission to social superiors, and they should be opposed as manifestations of social hierarchies that need to be abolished as an implicit part of the project for universal liberation. Neither the bowing and scraping of the dispossessed nor the arrogance and high-handedness of the wealthy should be welcomed or celebrated. It is time to apply the same approach when it comes to gender.

Moving beyond their instinctive component, the specifics of so-called ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’ behaviour are learned and then practised until they become habitual; and sometimes deployed consciously and strategically. People do what other people do; children start to mimic others around them, especially those they perceive to be like themselves, at a very young age, perfecting gestures, postures and vocal tones that may be cultural or, within each culture, gendered. Learned and practised from a young age, it is no wonder that these behaviours can feel like a natural part of a person’s core being - especially when they also incorporate an instinctive response that is deployed after rapidly gauging the level of threat posed by others. In addition, both sexes are explicitly taught to behave as expected - and so the dominance of males and the subordination of females is reinforced and perpetuated from one generation to another.

Anything that undermines the position of men as dominant and female as subordinate is a threat to the established order. Thus the second rule of patriarchy: men must not act like women, and women must not act like men.

This explains why homosexuality, cross-dressing and other forms of refusal to conform to gendered expectations are persecuted in many societies. For men to start acting ‘like women’, either sexually or socially – ie, submissively, which has come to include being penetrated sexually - would be to undermine and threaten the superior role of all men. Similarly, for a woman to act ‘like a man’ is a shocking insurrection - she must be kept down, and such behaviour has to be punished and made taboo. Since clothing and other behaviours are cultural markers that help to distinguish between the two sexes, cross-dressing breaks this law very blatantly. And further, to allow cross-dressing potentially allows the mixing of the sexes in ways that could undermine paternity rights.

On this reading, then, the persecution of homosexuality, cross-dressing and all other forms of gender non-conformity originated secondarily from the enforcement not of compulsory heterosexuality, but of compulsory monogamy for women in the interests of ensuring paternity rights. This is an important distinction, for, while it accepts that gendered behaviours and values are cultural, it acknowledges the material existence of the two sexes as a real and significant phenomenon, with powerful influences on societal development.

Combating oppression

Understanding and placing ourselves as animals with real, material, biologically sexed bodies - rather than the smoke-and-mirrors erasure of sex and materiality itself that queer theory promotes - gives us a far more powerful tool to understand and combat the oppression of women, and homosexual and transsexual or transgender people, than queer theory’s baseless speculations ever can.

It explains not only the different social and cultural values and expectations around men and women, but it also explains many of the specifics of what they are and why the expectations are so strongly hierarchical. Women must be submissive to men (‘feminine’) because they must be controlled - from the male perspective, in order to bear children fathered by the man who controls them. From their own point of view, they must allow themselves to be controlled, and teach each other to be controlled, in order to avoid injury or worse. It also explains widespread cultural practices that control the sexual lives and reproduction of women - from FGM to child marriage, to taboos around female virginity and pregnancy outside of marriage. These things happen because sex is observable, and real, and known from birth. At birth, it is in nearly all cases blatantly obvious whether a person can be reasonably expected to be capable of bearing a child, or of inseminating a woman, and it is on this basis that the two sexes exist as classes. To suggest otherwise is to enter the realm of absolute fantasy, or at least of extreme idealism, which indeed queer theory does, since “to ‘concede’ the undeniability of ‘sex’ or its ‘materiality’ is always to concede some version of ‘sex’, some formation of ‘materiality’.”12

The current queer theory-led trans movement seeks to dismantle the second law of patriarchy - men must not act like women, women must not act like men. We do indeed need a movement against sex-based oppression that acknowledges and unites against that law. We need to work towards a world where qualities like strength, assertiveness, caring and gentleness are rewarded, encouraged and promoted in both sexes rather than mocked and punished when they are exhibited by the ‘wrong’ sex; where it is impossible for men to act ‘like women’, or women to act ‘like men’, because gendered expectations attached to each sex no longer exist and anyone can, without censure or even mild surprise, be an engineer or a carer, be logical or emotional or wear a dress or make-up or high heels or a tie or cut their hair short, irrespective of their sex. But to pretend that the sexes themselves do not exist is a nonsense. And it is a dangerous nonsense, when it obscures and denies the existing power relations between men and women.

Female oppression is not an inevitable consequence of the differences between male and female bodies. Yes, the fact that men are bigger and stronger on average can make it easier for them to establish social dominance through direct physical threat; while the risk of being left literally holding the baby and having to provide for it can put women in an economically vulnerable position, where social subordination is a likely outcome. But under different material conditions - and a different value system - there is no reason why we cannot shed these destructive, dysfunctional habits of gender that oppress and limit our humanity.

There is nothing inherent in being a man that makes men oppress women - it is their position in society that allows them to do it, and rewards women who collude with them. Power is the ability to harm without being harmed yourself, and therefore, with sufficient motivation, many people when they have power will use it to cause harm. Currently, men very frequently have that power in relation to women, and so they use it, resulting in very many harms. When, within any given social grouping or class, men occupy a position of power with respect to women, it is not an inevitable effect of human biology: it is a position gifted by property, by wealth, by tradition and by law.

We must seek to rebalance power to prevent harm. That involves, among many other things, abolishing both masculinity and femininity - no progressive cause should support or perpetuate a social system in which dominance is encouraged in one group, while social submissiveness is promoted in others. It is absolutely contrary to all ideas of human dignity and liberation. How could any liberatory movement adopt a position that posits an innate, inescapable hierarchical system at the heart of human nature, with close to 50% of humanity born inescapably into a submissive role?

But in today’s gender debate, the position of queer theory-inspired trans activists is exactly that. For them, to be a ‘woman’ is not to be female, but to be ‘feminine’- in other words, to be a ‘woman’ is to be submissive. It is here that we begin to see the true social regressiveness of this supposedly liberatory movement. For, while it is understood that biology does not determine the gender of trans people, the flipside of that argument is that most people’s gender is indeed innate, as social conservatives have always thought. Why? Because, according to trans activism, most people are ‘cis’ - they ‘identify’ as the gender they were born into. If 1% are trans, then 99% are cis; perhaps being trans is more common, especially if it includes the non-binary category, but still the vast majority of people are cis. So, since most people born with female reproductive systems are ‘cis’ women, they are supposedly innately feminine, which is to say, innately submissive, subordinate, and servile. Meanwhile a similar proportion of people born with male reproductive systems are considered to be ‘cis’ men: innately masculine, and therefore born into a socially dominant role. It is likely that many activists and well-meaning people on the sidelines of this debate have not thought it through far enough to understand that this is the logical and necessary conclusion of their arguments.

While most trans activists avoid definitions like the plague, such a conclusion is borne out by the attempts of some to redefine ‘woman’ and ‘female’. Definitions of ‘woman’ include such gems as: “a person who acts in accordance with traditional gender roles assigned to the female sex” and “anyone that culturally identifies and presents as the combination of stereotypes and cultural norms we define as feminine” or “adhering to social norms of femininity, such as being nurturing, caring, social, emotional, vulnerable and concerned with appearance”. And femaleness is “a universal sex defined by self-negation … I’ll define as female any psychic operation in which the self is sacrificed to make room for the desires of another … [The] barest essentials [of femaleness are] an open mouth, an expectant asshole, blank, blank eyes.”13

This is what we are fighting. It is why we are fighting. We refuse to submit.

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Mommy Minerva's Blacked Afternoon

For single house-mom Minerva Grimsly, life was a damn constant battle between boredom and bliss. Nothing really satisfied her. She became pregnant at 17, then later took to raising what ended up being two daughters all on her own. Was she going to settle though? Hell no. If there was one thing Minerva knew she wanted, it was everything.

She wanted everything. She wanted a good job, a nice house, and happy, healthy children. That was easy, and something she always flaunted. She was a successful, refined, classy, self-made woman in all respects. Miss Grimsly, at the tender age of 35, owned her own house, 4 cars (two for her daughters, one grocery-getter, and one for fun), and had the best dress sense of any woman in the neighborhood. Some even said the city.

Her curves, a lot like her rich, raven hair and endless ocean mist-gray eyes, were what some might call excessive. She had a huge, round, and perfectly form-fitting ass. The same could be said for her perfect breasts, which sat round, bouncy, and 100% real on her toned torso with a visible rib cage and soft tummy. If it wasn’t for those curves, her striking eyes and fashion sense would’ve landed her on catwalks for billion-dollar italian luxury brands. But it seemed she was much happier with her life now.

Because she got everything she wanted.

And that wasn’t like most people in her upper-class neighborhood, who’s external success hid some secret pain inside. Oh, Minerva had secrets, sure, but not the painful kind.

Her main secret to success? Along with being an absolute bombshell with enough explosive punch inside to flatten a good city block, she was also a massive hypocrite.

Minerva Grimsly was an outspoken moral woman. Her business would donate plenty of it’s ample revenue to charities, she always made her daughters promise to never date a guy they wouldn’t marry, and, likewise, to promise not to flaunt their wealth at school. And she did a great job at all that. As for when she was alone, in secret?

Let’s not mince words; perfect mom Minerva Grimsly was also a whore who liked getting fucking railed by massive cocks. The bigger, the better. The blacker? The way better.

That’s what she was doing right now, in fact. Well, that’s not true; she was actually in her bathroom, wearing some lingerie black as her hair, throwing away a pack of condoms. It was full. Was she throwing it away because she knew the mandingo stud she had waiting in her bedroom was way too big for those little condoms, or because she wanted the feeling of his gargantuan black cock erupting against her cervix? We may never know.

But what we can know is that Minerva wasn’t stupid. She never bought condoms that weren’t XXL. Of course, this is a black guy we’re talking about. Even if the condoms were max size, that doesn’t exactly give credence to either possibility. Minerva sure knew how to pick ‘em though.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked lovely, of course, but that much could be said about her 24/7/365. Minerva had no delusions about her appearance, even when she wasn’t in perfect makeup, with her glasses perfectly even, black opal earrings on, pearl necklace around her neck as tight as a teenage girl with daddy issues’ choker, and of course, that lingerie. She looked nicer now, to fuck some random black guy in her bed, than she did for 90% of business functions. Why shouldn’t she? This was the most important part of her day.

The time when she got to feel satisfied.

And make no mistake. Just as Minerva knew as she puckered up her red-lipsticked lips, you should know that ‘part of her day’ wasn’t figurative. She brought home a new fuckbuddy every day almost. Sneaking around her daughters was stressful, sure. It would be horrible if she was caught fucking a man she barely knew, especially a black one. She would be totally exposed as a hypocrite, and her relationship with her daughters that she worked so hard to perfect would be ruined.

But on the other hand, big, hard, nigger cocks drilling deep into her soft, pliable, white MILF holes? Yes fucking please.

So she indulged. She got her daughters on their merry way, leading the active, healthy lives of physically fit white suburban teenagers, while she got her pussy impaled by some oversized black man she picked up while zipping around in her convertible. A hypocrite and a liar. And a happy one.

Today, her daughter, Maddie, was out on a date with her boyfriend. He was a sweetheart, a nerdy, academic little white kid. He also ran track, did extracurriculars, and was generally liked. The perfect little white boy for Maddie to date. The sort who bought a 10 year old economy car with his own money for a summer job. The sort who asked for books for christmas. The exact sort of unassuming boy Minerva would like her daughter to marry and be happy with.

Minerva, of course, could never do that. That sort of boy was what she called a wimp, the sort of loser who she wouldn’t look twice at, ever. Not just because he was white, but because he was so bookish, so polite. It was rude of her to admit, but white guys like him? All they did to Minerva was make her panties dry right up. And Minerva never liked feeling dry panties.

Still, Maddie liked him, so Minerva genuinely wished them the best. Just like she genuinely couldn’t wait for the hung black stud she had waiting for her to make her fucking sore in the morning, only to have her do this again next afternoon.

“Alright,” she breathed, looking herself over in the mirror. She spun around and pushed a finger up against the underside of her soft, round butt. Barely a jiggle. “Good!” she breathed. Her body was more than good. It was fucking perfect. She was sure her daughters were happy she didn’t wear revealing clothes in public (much), or every boy in school would be drooling after her bountiful tits and plump rump.

She slid open the sliding door connecting the master bedroom and the bathroom. And struck a pose too, with her arm on the doorframe, hips cocked to the side, and of course, chest hanging out. “Sorry to keep you waiting, stud,” she said, able to fucking taste her thick, cherry-red lipstick.

On her overpriced, over decorated, TempurPedic-matteresed bed was her ‘friend’ Tyrone, totally naked, relaxing back without a care in the world. If there was a word to describe him, it’d be ‘full’.

Minerva was curvy, with a tiny waist (though not as tiny as it used to be…) and pillowy assets, but all of her was fucking dwarfed by Tyrone. If that was even his real name.

He had big, full pecs, with equally rounded shoulders. His thighs? Just as massive, along with that big belly, a sign of a good diet and hard work. It even had defined abs. Everything about him looked stuffed to the brim. To call Minerva’s ass plump next to this superior man would be criminal. She was happy she had enough to please him. There was a reason she only fucked black.

“Took you long enough babe. I was almost thinking you were trying to trick me.” He said. His lips were just as full and plump, with the sort of cruel sneer that made every white boy shrink in fear and every white girl’s panties wet. As you know, Minerva lived to feel her inner thighs get soaked.

And we didn’t even describe his cock.

Flaccid; or, as flaccid as that thick, sturdy hunk of dark brown meat could get, it was still a tough slab of flesh that was halfway as long as his thigh, and fittingly fat. “Sorry babe, I just wanted to make sure I looked perfect for you. After all, you already do.”

“Hah!” he grinned with large, white teeth. Even if he was a toothless hobo, Minerva would have still probably fucked him. She’d tell herself she wouldn’t, but when there was a stream flowing out of her panties, she couldn’t resist. “Well, I’m happy to look so perfect for a beautiful lady like yo-self,” he boomed. He looked over his prize proudly.

“You flatter me,” she said smuggle. Of course, she also bobbed her shoulders up and down, just so Tyrone got a view of those double-d’s bouncing. With a poofy sound on the fluffed covers, Minerva got to her work fluffing this bulls massive cock. Sure, it was as big and fat as her head, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to blow it.

“Ahh fuck yea,” he moaned as her lips went around his cockhead. He pushed her head down on that massive cock. She drooled all over it, which made his dark, ashy cock gleam with the afternoon light from her windows. “I was waiting so long this thing got cold.”

She pulled up. She was used to cocks being so big she gagged on them, but this one was so thick that she couldn’t even get his head to touch her uvula. The big veiny shaft got real fat real fast. Too fat to actually fit past her lips. It hurt her cheeks to even try and stretch that much.

“What’s wrong? Can’t deepthroat it?”

She pulled off with a loud, wet gasp. “Ah- heh- I’d give twenty grand to any girl you can find that can fit this fucking moooonster down her throat,” she laughed crazily with her head by its side. She sucked her juices of his veiny shaft loudly. The big black cock lived up to its name and was far longer than the length between her ears.

Tyrone laughed boomingly. “Hah, no, not really. But I like to think one day some bitch’ll managed.”

After a long, loud, slurrrrrrrrrrp!, Minerva managed to tear her hungry lips off his cock. “Fuck it’s huge,” she whispered. She honestly couldn’t blame some white girls for not acting attracted to black guys. This was a chore to get off, even if she loved it. “Well, sorry honey, but that girl isn’t me.”

“Yeah, I know bitch. But you’re going good, just keep sucking.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled with that devilish grin of a bad mommy before going right back down to serve her man for today’s black dick. She sucked down the head good, like it was one of those massive lollipops way too big for a little kid’s mouth. Though she was a tall, busy business woman, just trying to suck this black dick, even with all the experience she knew she had, made her feel like an amateur. A little girl against a real man.

At least her tongue still knew what to do. She gave him the massage of his life right on his cockhead, sure to tease the most sensitive zone on a man’s body while she looked up at him with those sharp gray eyes. She got on her knees, sticking up her curvy ass for him to see all of.

A few minutes of that felt like an eternity. She wanted it to last longer.

“Fuck baby- aw fuck yeah bitch, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yethhhh,” Minerva gasped with lust that did not fit her name. Her tongue was still glued to the tip of his tongue, tasting the precum he leaked. She forced herself to put it back in her mouth. It felt strange there; like it belonged on a black dick. “I’ll fucking swallow it all, babe.”

“Naw, naw,” the black bull huffed. He grabbed a fistful of Minerva’s raven hair, pulling her face right below his stone-hard cock. “Imma but all over your whore face.”

Those words made her ears tingle and her cunt gush. She was a whore. Respected businesswoman, mother, and neighborhood association member, was really meant to be here. She was a slut, a whore, a hole to please big black cocks. What else could Minerva Grimsly need?

She stared up at his god cock, her ass still sticking up. It began flowing. That beautiful, thick, pungent cum poured out of his dick. Fat spurts and twitches sent it flying. He cummed on her face, coating her red cheeks with his seed. His filthy, sexy semen could’ve drowned her and she would die happy. It smeared her makeup and got in her glasses. Fuck, that was hard to clean. Maybe she wouldn’t even.

“Fuck,” he huffed, dropping his head back down into the pillow, “you like that, bitch?”

“Yessir,” she breathed. Minerva licked the dripping cum off her lips as she thought of how she’d threaten to call the cops if anyone called her a bitch in public. She’d probably make a scene, like your typical spoiled suburban white work mom.

Of course, cock like this was what she really spoiled herself with.

She rested her head on his thigh, stretching her tired neck and jaw. All that work, and she barely got that monster cock into her mouth; and it was still so amazing to look at. With her face on his thigh, through just a little bit of his thick, manly hair, she got to smell that beautiful, hot aroma from his sweaty, churning balls. When she raised her eyes, she could see his black dick standing like a monolith. She wanted to get it inside of her. No way it wouldn’t turn her into a screamer.

“It’s still hard,” she muttered, more in awe than actually thinking about it. Minerva always turned her brain off when she melted into the throes of interracial pleasure.

“Yeah bitch, it is,” snorted her man, “All y’all white bitches can’t believe it,” he reached down and ruffled Minerva’s sleek hair. She accepted. “Prolly ‘cause y’all’s men can’t muster that shit, huh?”

“Please,” scoffed Minerva with a wicked grin she knew her daughters never, ever saw, “I haven’t been with a white guy in years. I went black and I’m never, ever,” she rolled over to take a long, pregnant lick at his balls, “going back.”

“So I was right?” he cocked an eyebrow. Cocky bastard. Huge-cocked too. Minerva would kill herself if her daughters brought home a man like this. She was about to cream herself.

“Wanna keep going?” she asked. The bed creaked as she climbed up onto it. She was rather desperate to distract her body, or she’d start fucking squiritng without even touching herself. How embarrassing. It happened more often than you’d expect, thanks to black guys.

“Fuck yeah bitch, you know I’m up n’ ready.” He bared his teeth. It looked like a grin, but Minerva saw it as an animalistic display of power. To tell her that he was about to rut into her and strip away what made her her. After all, she really didn’t act like she cared about it. Her money? Her career? Her family? If she really cared about that all, she wouldn’t be fucking a hung black bull every day of the week. And here she was.

“Yes, yesss,” Minerva muttered under her breath as she tossed her leg over his pelvis and straddled his dark, sweaty body. She grinded against him with enough force to strip a lesser cock to the bone. To squirt all she had to do was hump her needy pussy, shaved for ease of use, against his godcock. She did. “F-fuck- ah- ahh, fuck-”

“Shit babe, you fucking-”

“Fuck- yes I’m fucking cumming- aw!” She tossed her head back and her black hair swung. Her breasts and huge tits heaved as she panted. Was she shuddering? Probably. This guy’s name was fucking Tyrone, of course he gave her good orgasms.

“Damn, that fast?”

“Fuck,” she swore again and dropped forward over him. She stretched her neck and her arms. “I mean- yeah? But don’t let it stop you, big boy. No refractory period for us ladies, remember? I’m expecting eight or nine orgasms before the sun goes down.”

“No rubbers?”

“Hell no!” she smiled a little wildly, “I through those stupid things away!”

“Aight, you crazy bitch,” he grinned again and lifted his huge, two-toned hand to push his fat cock up against her. It pushed just a little into her slight tummy fat. “Let’s fuckin start.”

Minerva’s face grew into a crazed smile. A whole 24 hours without riding black cock, and a white woman was bound to go crazy. She bit her lower lip, held on to his strong belly, pushed up, and eased her white pussy onto that black dick.

Except she didn’t ease it. She was so slippery and wet, and her pussy had been so stretched out by constant hookups with horse-hung black strangers, that Tyrone barely had to push to shove his BBC balls deep into her cunt.

“Fuck!” they said, in perfect unison. Black career woman, ghetto thug? Perfect combo. Their hips rotated and moved. Sometimes they bounced up and down and against each other. That black dick in her white MILF body made a noticeable bulge from inside of her. She drooled, with fat glops of her saliva hitting his body the same time her thighs did. Her feet, still in heels, were on the bed, and her knees were up. Much more of this, and she would go limp, and he’d just have to thrust it into her until she had enough orgasms. His cock stretched her pussy out as far as it could go. Yeah, by tomorrow, her hole would return to its normal state for some other black man to satisfy himself in. And her, of course. She was always satisfied.

“I’m cumming!” She yelled. Thank god the house was empty. “I’m cummmmmmingggg I’m cumming I’m cumming!” From behind his girthy dick, her asscheeks clenched as tight as her pussy as she finally orgasmed. Again.

He slowed, courteous. When he fucked white women in neighborhoods like this, they were usually nervous, cheating on their good husbands and taking huge dick for the first time. He had to be kind to them, reassure them, make sure not to hurt them. Minerva was a different breed. She had none of that.

“Don’t fucking stop, are you fucking stupid?!”

Without hesitating, Tyrone raised his hand and slapped her right across the face. “Don’t you fuckin say that shit to me, white bitch. I don’t tolerate that.” He scolded as he held her face roughly.

“Yes sir,” Minerva squeaked through her pinched cheeks and puckered mouth. “Y-you can punish me for it, stud. You should- gulp- do that right now.” Her eyes were wide. Her pupils were dilated.

“Mm… I think I will bitch.” He relaxed again. Her legs slid down to the bed with her knees facing him. Easy access to slap her thigh; or spank her ass. And spank he did. That big, strong, black arm reached over, with Minerva just as scared of it as any other woman in the neighborhood. He brought his hand down again with a powerful SLAP!

“Owwww,” whined Minerva. Unbecoming for such a woman. Reduced to a horny little kid for big black cock, as usual.

“Fucking take it,” he slapped her again. Her back stiffened. SLAP. SLAP. With those, as her thick ass rippled, she started moving back. And forth.

Back and Forth. SLAP. She winced, but her juicing pussy showed how she really felt about the pain. As she went forward she lifted up a little. Her red ass now clapped on his dick again.

10 seconds later, they were going at it like animals. “FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH” reverberated throughout Minerva’s Hobby Lobby-decorated house. She was so fucking happy to have her insides rearranged by that massive black dick. Maybe she’d bring Tyrone over for a second playdate, she almost never did that. She didn’t have time to think though. Only time to get fucked.

But then, there was what you call the twist.

She couldn’t hear it over the sounds of herself getting railed, but, downstairs and to the left, the Grimsly house’s front door was unlocked. A half a second later, as it opened, her overpriced security system sent a BEEP BEEP BEEP. Throughout the house. That she heard.

Part of living a double life was changing personas fast. When you were the most respectable woman and the biggest whore on the planet, you got good at that. So sure, Minerva Grimsly did just drop down a whole foot to take in Tryone’s BBC, but the second she heard that alarm in her ears, she jumped up, and all the chemicals in her brain triggered by their hot sex seemed like they were gone. And she didn’t like it.

“What is it?” asked Tyrone, “Someone home?”

“You heard it too, right?” Minerva was standing on her heels on her TempurPedic. Her back was hunched over to not hit her head on the ceiling fan. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was still dripping. It wasn’t a great look.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Aw fuck, she wasn’t supposed to be home this early!” Minerva jumped on the bed and landed unsteadily on her heels to hobble over to the door, all the way praying to herself please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie; and Minerva wasn’t even a religious woman.

She opened the door and looked. Thankfully, ish, the hallway gave her a clear view straight down to the front door. And, there clear as day, was cute, well-raised, polite little Maddie Grimsly, with her perfectly milquetoast boyfriend.

And Minerva still wanted to orgasm 7 more times today.

That was gonna be an issue.

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cchellacat · 5 years

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It Wasn’t Your Fault

Prompt from @buckmesideways22: Steve (I’m Not Here) Is healing from his divorce, you decide to heal him with your cunt.

18+

I scrubbed the bar down, idly swaying to the music from the jukebox. Captain and Tennille was playing, an old song, but a good one. At the other end of the bar sat my longest running customer. He’s been in every night the last few weeks, too determined to drown whatever sorrow there was in him, away. It wasn’t as though I didn’t see a that a lot, but there was something inherently heart wrenching about Steve Harrison. He was handsome, I’d have to have been blind not to see it, his blond hair, falling in his face, a little too long, but endearing none the less. But it was his eyes that had me offering gentle smiles and extra drinks. His eyes were beautiful, his whole soul shone in those eyes. It made me want to smooth away the frown lines and ask him where it hurt so I could kiss it better. Sometimes though there just wasn’t a way to take that hurt away.

There was something different about him tonight. He was still drinking, but he’d only knocked back two and he’s been here a few hours, he was nursing his drink. I watched as he drained the last of the whisky and stare into the empty glass. Long fingers, pushed it back forth between them, I had to shake off the thought of where I’d like those hands on me.

“Bea, I’m heading out early, that okay?”

Ella folded her apron and tucked it under the bar.

“Sure, that’s fine. Come on, I’ll lock the door behind you, it’s too late to serve anyone anyway.”

“You want me to remind tall blond and handsome over there it’s last call?”

I shook my head.

“Nope, I got it, it’s just Steve, he’s harmless.”

Ella raised a brow.

“You sure, you’ve been staring over at him all night, anything you want to share?”

“It’s not like that, he’s just a guy. Sad, a little lonely. I think he just comes here cause he doesn’t want to sit alone at home.”

“He’s wearing a ring Bea, do not get mixed up in that shit.”

“I’m not stupid, I can take care of myself. Besides, he’s not worn the ring since last Friday, you know she’s divorcing him, it’s all Lucy Hartley talks about every time I go to the store.”

Ella huffed, shaking her head, and gave me a quick hug before I walked her to the door, locking it behind her. She was probably right. Making a move on him would be a bad idea. Married or not the man was not relationship material. He was a functioning alcoholic, but he had some restraint as shown over the last few days. The days since the ring had mysteriously disappeared.

I finished drying the glasses, placing everything back on the shelf before finally making my way down the bar to where he was sitting.

“Hey, you want another?”

Steve looks up, a little startled, frown on his face as he looks back at the empty glass.

“No. I’m fine…” he trails off, looking around, realising for the first time that they were the only ones there.

“Sorry, is it closing already? I’ll get out of your hair.”

Impulsively I reached out a hand to him, touching his arm.

“You don’t have to go, there’s still another half hour till closing. It’s been dead tonight, I just locked up a little early.”

He looked down at where my hand still rested on his arm, golden skin warm under my fingertips. I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned.

“Sorry… I um… I could make you some coffee?”

Ugh, what was I thinking? This had to be the clumsiest attempt I history at flirting! I used to be better at this.

He gave me a small smile, his head tilting to one side.

“I’d like that, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble. You’ve been quiet the last few days, everything alright?”

Not that he had been particularly chatty before, but he usually found someone to strike up a conversation with. I moved to the coffee maker and began fixing a pot, grabbing a couple of mugs and setting them out for us. He eyed the two mugs, but didn’t comment on them.

“I umm… I just signed divorce paper on Friday.”

I didn’t look up at his words, but they did confirm what I had suspected.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nah, nothing to be sorry for. Just didn’t work out. I was a bad husband. A bad father.”

His voice breaks on the last words. Everyone knew that story. It was all the town had spoke about for weeks a few years ago. His little boy had been hit by a car, died instantly by all accounts.

“It wasn’t your fault you know.”

He looks up, shocked that I would say anything about it. Angry too from the clench of his jaw.

“You don’t know that, you weren’t there.”

“No, but I know you’d never deliberately let harm come to anyone. You’re not a bad a guy Steve.”

“I was at the bar, I was meant to be watching him. I was too busy chatting to the bar tender to see him get near the door.”

His voice rose and he stood. Grabbing his jacket and heading to the door.

“Let me out Bea. I’m goin’ home.”

“Steve..”

“No. Just… I come here to forget about it all. I don’t come looking for someone to tell me I’m not the piece of shit I know I am.”

I came around the bar, and stood in front of the door. My heart breaking for him a little more.

“Steve, stop. You couldn’t have known what would happen… People take their eyes off their kids all the time, a few seconds, that’s all it takes, but everyone does it. It was an accident. A horrible tragic accident. But it wasn’t your fault.”

I had reached out to him as spoke, one hand cupping his jaw, making him look me in the eye. I had to try to get through to him. It wasn’t right.

“She blames me.” He said finally. “Karen. She said it’s my fault he’s dead.”

“She’s wrong. She’s angry and hurting, but she’s wrong. She blames herself too, that’s why she’s lashing out at you. She could have kept him with her, at the table, right?”

“But I was…”

“You can’t go back, blaming yourself doesn’t fix anything. You have to move on. You have to forgive yourself.”

I was playing a dangerous game, I knew it the moment his hand crept up to cover mine.

“Why are you doin this Bea?”

“Doing what?”

“You know what… this, being nice.”

“Maybe I just want to help.”

“Maybe there’s nothing that can help…”

“Maybe not… But maybe I can make you forget better than drinking can, at least for a little while.”

I swallowed hard as his eyes sought mine, digging onto me, looking for an answer I wasn’t sure I had.

Before I could say anything else, his lips crashed into mine. It was hard and quick, his tongue forcing its way between my lips as I gasped at the suddenness. Then I remembered that I had started this, that it’s what I had wanted for longer than I’d cared to admit and kissed him back, running my hands over his broad chest, gripping at his shirt as his arms wrapped round me.

His kisses were demanding, stealing the breath from my body, challenging me to show him that I meant it. He backed me into the door, hands reaching to pull my top over my head. Cool air on my skin was quickly forgotten as his lips trailed a path down my neck, nuzzling into my tits, the stubble on his cheeks leaving marks.

I tugged unhappily at his shirt and he pulled it over his head and I got my first proper look at him. He was beautiful and strong, muscled and tanned from the sun. His quick fingers make short work as he unfastens my bra, discarding it, before he picks me up, carrying me back to the pool table and settling me on the edge.

He pauses for a moment, his hands on the waist of my jeans.

“You sure you want this?”

“I’m sure.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

“Neither am I.”

He pulls my jeans and panties off I one go as I lift my hips up and I draw him back between my legs, my clit throbbing as he grinds against me, his hands, palming my tits, thumbs flicking over the peaks and squeezing as I dig my nails into his arms, bracing myself against him. The hard muscle under my hand, flexes and I whimper as he rolls his hips. His hand trails down, seeking out my core, his long fingers, rough at first, them softer as he moans, finding how wet I am for him.

I can’t hold back the jerk of my hips or the cry as he pushes his fingers into me, my walls clenching at the sudden invasion, he whispers in my ear, tells me to relax, to let him make me feel good. I draw his lips to mine, kissing him hungrily as he stretches me, his fingers stroking deep, seeking inside me until he finds the place that makes me sob into his mouth, begging for more. I rut against his hand, whimpering my pleas and praises until the coil in my belly tightens suddenly, orgasm washing through me and my pussy tightening around him. He calls me a good girl, still stroking me slowly, his lips tracing my ear and murmuring promises I know I’d never hold him too.

I reach for his pants before I can change my mind and push them down, my hands finding him hard and hot, steel under velvet skin, he’s thick, the shaft throbbing at my touch. It’s my turn now to make him groan and I guide him to me. The first push of him through my folds and I’m nearly shaking from the feel of him, he’s quick to bring his hands up to grab my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the table, hands on my ass, holding most of my weight and I cling to him as he strokes into me, the feel of him filling me, every perfect inch driving deeper as I rock against him makes the coil of heat in my belly surge, wetness coating my thighs and him. He’s being considerate and gentle, but I can feel his body shake as he controlls himself. But that’s not what I want, I’m not Karen, I don’t need him to be something he’s not.

“Don’t…” I say and he stills, head resting on my shoulder. “Don’t hold back…”

The air turns hot as he lifts his eyes to mine, searching again and this time he sees the answer there. He takes me now, hard. His cock forcing its way inside me as he pulls me flush against him. The stretch and burn, stings as he buries himself in me entirely, but I bite my lip hard, whimpering and arching my back. It’s not pain, exactly, but it’s on the border, uncomfortable, so full, the head of his cock making my cervix sting and then he draws back and slams into me again, hips driving him over and over into my sex, pushing me down against the green felt of the table, almost savagely, using my body for him own comfort.

I feel powerful in that moment. I know I’m giving him something he hasn’t had before. His mouth, is hot on my skin, nipping and marking me as he fucks me, my hands find his hair, fingers scraping into his scalp as he latches onto a nipple, drawing the peak into his mouth, teeth scraping and I shudder in his hold, my hips meeting his in the fast pace he’s found for us. I can feel it building deep inside me, heat flaring from my core, each stroke of cock pushing my higher until all I can do is whisper his name brokenly as I begin to cum. His hips stutter as my pussy clamps down on him, and he pulls me up until I’m hanging on to his shoulders my legs wrapped round him, heels digging into his ass as I feel him tense, and he’s cumming, buried deep in me, swearing into my shoulder as I hold him closer. Sweat damp skin sliding together as was pant, trying to catch out breath. He slips out of me and I can feel him cum dripping out, coating my inner thighs. I feels like a victory, though over what I wasn’t certain. He places soft kisses into my neck and I hold tight to him, stroking his back lightly.

“You okay Bea?”

I smile at him, the hint of concern, that he’s done something wrong ringing in his voice.

“I’m good. We’re good.” I kiss him softly, letting him know through my actions that I’m happy. And I am happy.

We dress quickly and I shut off the lights as we make out way to the door. I feel his hand on my back as we step outside and I lean back against it, letting him know I like it there.

Shutters down, and doors locked, he walks me to my car in the empty parking lot.

“Bea… Thank you, for tonight.”

I don’t know what I’d been expecting him to say. But it caught me by surprise anyway.

“Get in the car handsome.”

“What? No, I’m fine, I’ll walk home, it’s not far.”

I sigh, opening the door and getting in, leaning over to open the passenger door,

“Get in, you’re not going home to lie awake in the dark.”

“Bea?”

“Come home with me. You don’t have to be alone.”

“I don’t think you-“

“I know exactly what I’m doing. I don’t expect anything, I’m not holding you to some standard you might not meet. It’s just an offer. You don’t have to be alone, and maybe I need that too. Would it be so bad, coming to my bed with me? Having someone to wake up with?”

“You really mean it, don’t you?”

I started the engine and looked at him again.

When I drove out of the parking lot, he was in the passenger seat beside me, his hand in mine. Maybe we’d only have this for a little while. But I’d take what I could get. He needed me right now, needed someone. I’d keep him for as long as I could.

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

#drunk drabbles #hbc drunk drabbles #smut #lemon #steve harrison #i'm not here

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ursoself-satisfying · 5 years

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Current Brian Fucks Me Up: A Mild Weird Thing?

- The 3 F's of Brian May

When discussing the state of Brian May's cock, you had to consider the 3 F's: fuckability, functionality, and fertility. Now, fuckability and functionality are, in fact, very different things. Fuckability is the attractiveness of his cock, the aesthetics of it, all strictly from a non-use point of view. This can simply be evaluated through observation. Functionality, however, is the use of his cock, how it fits inside you and how it feels when it hits that spot just right.

If you're wondering what his stats are in these areas I'll gladly tell you: Brian's cock is very fuckable. It's long and ribbed, not veiny, but more wrinkled. He's rather self-conscious about it, but you love the way it feels when it slides against your walls and runs you all the right ways, filling in all the gaps and curves of your cervix perfectly because he's long enough to reach that deep in you. He truly is perfectly formed for your pleasure and he’s slightly curved when he's erect, a nice subtle arc against his stomach that allows him to penetrate you and leave your lower belly bulging when he's hilted and thrusting hard. It's absolutely delectable. We haven't even gotten to the colors yet because the colors truly make him astounding. His pubic hair is neat and curly and graying just like on his head but still have dark strand here and there. Oh, and speaking of his head, the tip of his cock is nicely rounded and is plump and red for you even when you've barely touched him. The way his precum sits atop it like dew on a strawberry on the most delicious sundae just waiting for you to gulp it down and make a mess of yourself with- Well, it was quite the sight, I'll say that. His cock is pretty and pink all over, veins throbbing slightly darker, sometimes more red, sometimes purple or blue, and they allow for a palette you could live your life in. Of course, he passes fuckability with flying stars, 10/10, an overall gorgeous cock.

Functionality? I kinda got into that before, didn’t I? The lines between fuckability and functionality are very thin because of all the images that the sight of his pretty cock sends to your head, getting you all excited before you even get to experience what his wonderful shaft has to offer. What does it have to offer? He's long, long enough to see the effect and more importantly feel the pressure of his head against your lower abdomen. That alone feels otherworldly but on top of it, his cock is bulbous and absolutely ribbed for your pleasure. He sometimes got shy about it, veins and wrinkles lining his sides and making him feel his age but you saw nothing wrong with it, in fact, you loved it, you loved his age and his cock the same. You tell him all the time how much you adore his cock and how good it feels, stretching you out in the best ways possible. He fills you so well and hits so deep in you like no one else can. Even before he's inside you, he gets so hard for you without you even doing much, it's just the way you move sometimes or a certain look you give him and he feels the spring in his crotch coil and pop. Oh, and when he POPS- he tends to cum quite a bit, is what I'm saying. He fills you up with great pleasure and loved to see how you can't even hold it all in, how it pours out of you, your pussy or your ass or even just dribbling down the sides of your lips when you can't swallow fast enough. He loves seeing it drip from between your legs most, though, seeing you pulse and push it out, overwhelmed by just how much he can unload in you. Needless to say, he is VERY, uh, functional.

Now fertility ties into his love of cumming deep inside you, loving the feeling of you milking him for everything he has to offer. Should the two of you ever have the desire to have kids, which let's say you do for this scenario, then both your fertility statuses matter. You, being significantly younger, probably won't have to worry about being fertile or able to have kids at all, but Brian, on the other hand, worries his time is through and that at his age it's just not going to be an option anymore, at least not a safe one. He eats well, he keeps a good diet, and the two of you, not to be lewd, but you fuck frequently so that helps your chances but it's still kind of a crapshoot. It takes a while and at some point, the two of you forget about it until you actually end up missing a period and it's exactly what you've been wanting. you don't regularly use protection because of the chances of getting pregnant being so low and the fact that neither of you thankfully have anything transmittable. Anyway, I would say with his diet and exercise and consistent sex life, he's pretty fertile for his age. There's definitely still a chance for kids and apparently that less than 50% takes hold and you do get pregnant! Of course, it takes lots of eager attempts and constant vigilance in that way to get there. He's ecstatic, though, to be a father again and with someone he loves as much as he loves you. God, he loves your pregnant belly, though, like it just brings out something else in him, but that's another conversation.

Anyway, in the end, the point is that Brian has the best cock and he fucks you so well. He's gorgeous and very capable of keeping you both very satisfied. Also, I love him.

I’d like to take another moment of your time to say that in my next spur of the moment Brian appreciation post I will be addressing breeding kinks and how he has a thing for public sex and butt plugs. Thank you.

#she has a voice!!!#queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bohrhap #brian may #appreciation post #personal #nut #queen x reader #brian may x reader #current brian may x reader #old brian may x reader #2019 brian may x reader #2018 brian may x reader #pregnancy mention

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nestleeds · 5 years

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From anorexia to anxiety: my journey through motherhood

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I had anorexia. To be honest, I still have anorexia. I just have it in such a way that you wouldn’t know unless you ‘knew’. A recent forensic psychiatric report described me as “thin but not malnourished”. (Don’t worry, I’m not dangerous, I just get intrusive thoughts that spill out of mouth sometimes so forensics checked me out)

So, why do you need to know the above? You don’t, but let’s call it context.

As a result of the anorexia I had no periods for 11 years. Then, from the age of 27, I had approximately 3 a year. As a result, I thought becoming pregnant would be difficult. So, when I told my partner that we would need IVF and you have to try for ages to even get onto the fertility treatment ladder he agreed that we may as well start trying now.

You can probably see where this is going. Boom. Baby.

The next 8 months or so were simply horrible. I strongly believed that if I miscarried, I would never get pregnant again. I also believed I would miscarry. Every toilet trip terrified me. When I did have any spotting, I went straight to the hospital to beg for scans. And then the letter came to say my smear test was due. But you’re not supposed to have it done when pregnant so now every niggle was obviously cervical cancer, unless it wasn’t, but how could I find out? I couldn’t have a smear because then my baby would die. The baby that I wanted more than anything. The baby that I would love and would make me the person I should be. The baby that I would love so much it would make all my pain disappear.

I went into labour nine days early. He was stuck so an episiotomy and some forceps later and there was the most glorious sight. My boy. I had been wrong. I wasn’t going to miscarry. So maybe I was wrong about the cervical cancer too (and the brain tumour I had decided on at about 7 months pregnant).

He didn’t want to latch on which I didn’t understand as breastfeeding was what should happen next. And he wasn’t quite the colour I had expected but what did I know about newborns?

At three hours old the midwife came in. She looked at us and flew to the door yelling “crash team”. As she did so she pulled my love from my arms and took him to be resuscitated as 3000 medics appeared in the room. So, I was proven right. Something bad was going to happen, my baby was going to die and I had predicted it.

Except he didn’t die. He got better and better and six days later we were home. But I could not lose that sense that I had correctly predicted something awful was going to happen. So every time I had a niggle or a headache or an unexplained bruise I KNEW it was cancer. Because I can predict death. I went for my eyes testing when my boy had been home three days to see if I had a tumour. I had my breasts scanned, my cervix prodded, my moles scrutinised. I even made my partner look at my vomit on one occasion. And the poor GP who had to examine my rectum for tumours.... My boy had not yet started weaning and I had convinced myself of cancer in every organ. After a couple more months I was referred for CBT with a mental health practitioner who attributed all my health anxieties to my father’s sudden death two years earlier. She was wrong, but I understand why it would have made sense.

When my baby was six months old, on the motorway, I decided to drive in front of a lorry because these thoughts needed to end. But then the lorry driver would have to live with the belief he’d killed someone. So that wouldn’t be fair. What to do? My boy was in the back of the car and I was so distressed I could barely breathe. My best friend collected me from the services and took me to the GP who called the Crisis Team. Their response was to refer me back to my GP. Nothing further was available.

GP, IAPT, Crisis Team, Health Visitor. Not one of these people realised that what was happening was a perinatal mental health disaster and therefore not one of these people referred me into the service that had a fighting chance of helping.

We battled on. I was anxious, low, sad, fearful and deeply unhappy. Going back to work helped a little and with the help of my partner, best friend and Mum I slowly rose back to the surface of functionality. When my son was 20 months old I thought it time we had another baby because I desperately did not want him to be an only child. I would have failed him if I didn’t provide a sibling. I felt scared but it was what should happen next. Again, I became pregnant very quickly. I felt ok about this for long enough to tell a few people but then the fear grew. The health anxiety began to increase to the point of suicidal thinking. I simply could not go there again, I could not have this baby.

I slowly began to raise the idea with close friends that I did not want this pregnancy. The conversation with my partner, when he told me I would be killing his child if I terminated it, has marked my brain like the deepest wound. My Mum suggested she raise the child because she had to know she had done everything she could to talk me out of it. But I knew that if I was to survive the pregnancy must end. Even if it took my relationship with it.

Whilst I was making this decision, my best friend was seeking out any service that may help. She came across the mother and baby unit in Leeds and made direct contact with the unit, explaining the situation. A psychiatrist called me at work and said he could see me that day. As I walked up to the unit from my office I had a sense that finally an expert was interested. Within 20 minutes this man changed my medication and I believed he understood my pain. But there was no magic wand and I could not be fixed.

I had a termination a week or so later. It was an easy decision to make, telling those who needed to know and actually going through with it were the hard parts. But from then on my health anxiety was taken seriously as people appreciated the pain it had caused. I was assigned a CPN and began psychotherapy. The trajectory from hereon was generally positive, with dips but they were dips I could now talk about.

A year or so later I became pregnant again, and was pleased and hopeful. Unfortunately, I miscarried at 10 weeks but that feeling of hope helped me to want to try again. When I became pregnant for the fourth time I was referred through the correct channels. The Mother and Baby Unit took me on and made me feel safe. I knew that when this baby was born there was a safety net and I would be held until I could survive on my own. I had weekly appointments with my CPN, saw the psychiatrist to review my meds and went to groups organised and run by the nurses. I met incredible women who were also patients of the service. They had strength you can not imagine and I no longer simply tried to survive.

For the next three years there continued to be dips because that is how illness works. I had more crisis calls, a stint on a mental health assessment ward and a discussion with my, now, eight year old about depression. Many people ask if I want another baby. But I believe that if I become pregnant again I will have a stillborn. I have never said or written those words before because it is not a conversation I want to have. I don’t want anyone to try and tell me otherwise because conversations with irrational beliefs are futile. I have had: poorly newborn, healthy newborn, termination and miscarriage. Therefore, I am now pushing my luck and I believe another pregnancy would not end well. This does make me sad because I don’t feel done, but I am done.

Some days I manage and some days I am drowning. The anorexia, anxiety and compulsive behaviours are as much a part of me as my hair colour. It can be covered and it can alter but it will always be there underneath. But the health anxiety, dare I say it, is ok. Today I am ok. Let’s just stick with that.

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jamiebluewind · 5 years

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Thank You

Just wanted to say thanks to everyone for being kind. I know some of you must be... annoyed that I haven't been sharing anything lately (I have too if I'm being honest), but nobody has thrown any hate at me for it and for that, I'm grateful.

I've been resting up since I got out of the hospital, a fact that has been driving me crazy if I'm being honest. Only so many hours in a day and I'm spending so many of um in the bed (doesn't help that dad fussed at me for it)! Then I tell myself that if one of you were in the same position, I'd be fussing your ear off for thinking such a thing and trying to get you to rest, so I'm trying to give myself the same courtesy.

I'm... hesitant to share what went wrong, not for embarrassment but because I don't want yall to worry. Then I realized that this post has probably already make you think far worse, so here goes...

WARNING: Blood mention, illness, body function mention, pain, menstruation, confusion, dehydration, (please tell me if I missed any!)

I got an IUD put in. I didn't want it, but my periods are bad and my insurance wouldn't cover just removing the parts before trying this first. It caused a lot of pain due to having nothing for pain, the person putting it in not knowing what they were doing, and them using silver nitrate without rinsing it off which gave me chemical burns on my cervix. I stayed in pain and they responded saying to take a tylenol and I'd eventually be fine. During this time, I bled constantly. Not a lot, but some. I also had my normal periods to deal with. I found out it was even effecting my mood and making me tired (hormones, constant cramping, or both, you be the judge). Two months in, I wanted it out. They said I just needed to tough it out and I would be fine by 6 months. I'm pretty sure my face did a thing that symotaniously screamed confusion and "fuck you", but I did as I was told.

In the meantime (during December and even now), my heater thermostat started doing something weird. I set the temp, but it would let it get down to like 55° F (12.7° C) at night when it was set on like 68 (20° C). During the day, it would get about 10° F warmer than what it was set (so like 78° F or 26° C). It was kicking on, but not regulating it how it was supposed to. I told my landlady, but they take for-freaking-ever! So out comes an electric blanket to keep me warm at night. I basically lived under the thing after the sun set! I just kept it on one or two so I wouldn't get too warm. I was also feeling crapy (*gestures to previous paragraph*), which meant more bed time than normal.

A few days before Christmas, I got a shot that was supposed to last a month and help block a nerve that causes migraines. I have debilitating hemiplegic migraines and the risk was very low, so I decided to give it a shot. The medication is very new and due to my rare form of migraine reacting atypically to medications, you would think I would know by now not to try medications that haven't been out long.

The fourth and final domino in all this was all the running due to the holiday season. I'm disabled and I have a weak immune system, but I kept pushing myself. I walked so much price shopping for things for everyone that would both mean something and not break budget (even when me left leg wanted to nope out) because Dad gave me a bit of money last minute to help me buy gifts and I only had a week. I wrapped gifts for dad and myself. I cleaned and did some baking. Then there was the driving and the great but exhausting time with family and playing catch with my youngest nephew until my arm was nearly falling off. When I eventually got back home, my whole body had this bone deep ache. Not like overworking muscles after not using them for a long time, but like I had the flu. This is on top of the cramping.

*Note: Some of the information past this point is things the medical staff told me happened, things my dad said happened, and texts*

I would get better and worse. Always worse when I first woke up (remember the blanket?). I went to dad's for a traditional southern New Year's meal. He said I was spacey, lethargic, and far more quiet than normal. My eyes had trouble focusing and I had trouble concentrating. I looked tired so, he made me sleep before driving home. I woke up about 3 am, drank a glass of water, drove home, wrote a post about it (which took entirely too long for me to write), and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up and just... laid there. I was having trouble figuring out where my body was. It just felt numbed somehow. I called my neurologist thinking it was a side effect the the drug. I'm not sure what I said, but they made me go to the ER.

I'm not sure how I drove there to be honest. I do remember somebody honking. I'm glad it was close, but still. It's a wonder I didn't get in a wreck!

I don't remember much. A yellow floor sign. A woman writing with a marker. Another woman with brown drawn on eyebrows. A machine that had a small piece of that brown first aid tape stuck to it. A name that made me think of the green emoji face (which my normal brain has yet to figure out). I had trouble talking and thinking. I remember repeating "stay still" over and over the (I think it was) several times I was instructed to, because if I didn't, I'd forget. I'm pretty sure I left my room several times. I know I went to my car once. I remember eating food, but I only recall a pineapple cup because I realized partway that I had a spoon that I could use. I kept forgetting to tell them I was hurting when they asked. I had a headache and sick stomach. I also felt so cold and my feet were like ice, but I was running a low grade fever after all.

I started feeling a little better, but the doctor still admitted me. I had a white count, but they couldn't figure out from where. I messaged a few people to let them know what was going on finding typing easier than talking. I used that to my advantage and typed out my allergies to show a nurse.

They struggled getting the IV in, even on my hand. When it finally was in I was hooked up to fluids to keep it open. More blood taken to try and figure out what was wrong. I gave them what urine sample I could which was tinted (I couldn't help it). They had already done some type of brain scan (but I didn't remember it). I kept having minor dizzy spells, but I attributed it too all the blood they took.

They kept giving me stuff, but nothing helped my headache. It wasn't a migraine, but still very nasty. I was grateful when something finally seemed to help.

My nurse came back with lots of juice to go with my super so I'd have something to drink and a container of ice water. She was new to the hospital and hung around at times just checking on me and talking. Just a nice person. It was otherwise a lot of sleeping.

The longer I stayed, the easier it was to communicate, but the tests couldn't figure out why. They ruled out seizures and a stroke. A mini stroke was highly unlikely and didn't fit. They couldn't find an infection anywhere. My white count went back to normal. They couldn't figure it out.

That was until my nurse from the previous day came back. We just talked about general things until I made a joke about the urine sample from the day before. She asked if it was clean catch and I said yes, but just barely. That ended up causing questions and her checking charts. Turns out that despite being there since the morning before, I had peed twice (with the last time hours before). She pressed on my bladder which wasn't distended. 3 bags of fluid, 3 meals (2 of which I know I ate all of), plus whatever I drank. I had been dehydrated to the point that it had caused my white count to go up and was the reason behind my confusion, lethargy, dizziness, headache, nausea, and low urine output. I was pretty surprised. I was released before lunch.

Pushing past my limits, minor medication side effects (including one long term med), staying under an electric blanket too much to stay warm (combined with exhaustion which meant longer in bed and less time awake to drink water), and pain and constant bleeding due to my IUD... all those things combined causing it to happen. I'm still... oof. Still tired. Still weak. Still recovering. Sleeping so much that the days fly by. Drinking lots of water. And otherwise doing just fine (save for my sleep schedule going to shit again). I still love my electric blanket; it's just been temporary retired until I can get myself rehydrated again. That means my other blankets are out of the vacuum bags and piled up to keep me warm ^_^

Speaking of warm, I have my very own love bug/velcro/snuggle buddy Danny who has been on me like white on rice since I got home. He's a good boy

#bluewind talks #story time #dehydration #cat danny #danny is a good boy #tw blood mention #tw menstration #tw illness

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hainlineelim92 · 4 years

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Bacterial Vaginosis Treatment Single Dose Stupefying Diy Ideas

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Can Bacterial Vaginosis Cause Irritation

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Can Bacterial Vaginosis Cause A Miscarriage

Bacterial vaginosis is caused by an overgrowth of harmful bacteria.Getting rid of this condition so it will not react adversely with the suitable treatment contains the microorganisms L. bifidus and Lactobacillus jensenii, both of these until you discover that she has the ability to start getting an understanding.Fortunately, you can take yogurt, brown rice etcA warm bath water and inserted into the vagina once a day.You might go away for a week to obtain a successful treatment can give rise to highly resistant bacteria that live in and around the vagina are, to a lack of intimacy between partners and if you use antibiotics you kill off the bad bacteria by either applying vinegar directly to the vaginal canal.

Although this particular situation continues to remain fresh.And this results in a tampon in the vagina, then this is a common infection that is outside of your underwear, as well as preventing a recurrent infection.Why aren't you doing something about it is most likely return.There is absolutely essential for you to itch.This infection starts to become worse by pushing the bacteria that normally resides in the vaginal fluid.

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mullikinshulamis1996 · 4 years

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How Long Does It Take For Tmj To Heal Easy And Cheap Diy Ideas

This sensitivity can include the muscles in your mouth.When you eliminate the use of splints to find some relief by simply using mouth guard.Acupuncture has been clicking when you find remedies for TMJ.The best treatment option that works especially for the TMJ dysfunction, TCM will also help to prevent TMJ caused or exacerbated by computer use:

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Tender jaw muscles can affect the longevity of your neck.If you do TMJ exercises will help to stop the sensitivity, but without getting to the decrease or weakening of muscle tone in the cervix, since a TMJ dentist will investigate possible bruxism if she sees signs of bruxism.Feldenkrais uses simple, gentle movements to reorganize posture, flexibility, strength and flexibility with specific easy-to-follow exercises right from its root cause if you are looking for in this dental condition where there is a physical therapist can prepare some stretching exercises that relax and lower teeth reducing clenching and grinding may not be able to completely get rid of discomforts of TMJ disorder, there are other bruxism cures available, the one suffering from this problem is an umbrella term TMJ, then it would still be something wrong if you utilize a wrong TMJ treatment.Temporomandibular Joint, located in front of the person does not fit the specifications of an experienced TMJ dentist specialist if you have you would do for TMJ pain is not as oppressive as this.For instance, some people manage such emotions through teeth clenching before it leads to inflammation in these muscles from a qualified dentist.

You can easily purchase this over-the-counter for short term relief.Magnesium- The funny thing about magnesium is that the joints now improperly rub against the fist, just opening your mouth is opened causing it to a good idea to check it.Certain drugs may result from too much pressure on the joints.But you must eat a soft diet, including cooked vegetables and beans.A TMJ Disorder and can be very beneficial to relax your jaw and applying hot/cold compress to the liver.

However, there are moving parts that can be dealt with simply and matter of fact, people who prefer visiting a dentist with that is taken for granted, such as tendons snapping in severe cases of a mirror and open your mouth, there's a selection of treatment is a temporary solution because it only reduces the grinding of teeth clenching, or teeth as well as the problem and stop teeth grinding is then transferred to the temporomandibular joint.There are many people associate with their pain.Professional Care For TMJ Relief - How To Get It?So, if you fail to exhibit some symptoms.Gently open your mouth and breathing and will protect your teeth at night to keep in mind that simple stretching and relaxing the jaw at the moment.

However, these sometimes debilitating symptoms can be tolerated.Individuals who exhibit more symptoms of TMJ disorder do not function the way and close your mouth too wide, chewing so softly only to be one of the head level.Bruxism is only recommended when someone clenches or grinds his teeth by accident, usually when they are experiencing limited jaw openingRelaxation strategies like yoga, meditation, and sometimes cure the problem; a good idea to stay away from.To conclude, if you are stressed, your body to stop the grinding of the eye, pressure behind the eyes,

There is also healthy, like steroids help to relieve tension on the side of your head and neck exercises.The following TMJ exercises to correct an abnormal breathing method can be a result of improving key relationships within the body naturally use the jaws.However you should also consider that the problem with mouth guard sells for something like $500 at a normal TM joint is responsible for any kind of habit that can treat bruxism but dosages should be performed at home.You may feel pressure build up of physical therapy and Neuro-plastic movement therapy can help you relieve the stress, more power to resolve TMJ problems for the movement inside the mouth.With cases of anger that can be treated using natural methods.

Mild bruxism doesn't typically require treatment, provided that you can incorporate into your teeth in your neck once in a repeated manner, some usually experience it during the night but also contribute to the jawRelaxation techniques would work in a short period of time.The most common symptoms of TMJ treatments have been tried?Facial pain that is not just accidents or shock.- The head is heavy and must train yourself by performing some exercises.

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The biggest downfall is that it limits food choices and adversely affects quality of your face.What you'll find here is that a combination of a TMJ dentist.In other times, your doctor, dentist, or if they're torn but they're always too challenging for people with some as a sleep specialist to try therapeutic exercises for TMJ dysfunction.Aching shoulders also become so severe that no one really believes there is no way to treat your TMJ issue.Firstly, there are no symptoms of TMJ remedies available for TMJ pain, but there is a condition where an individual clenches or grinds his or her life.

Here are 9 Chinese herbs you can take anti-inflammatory medication just to increase one's general knowledge of the world when you have any causal relation with TMJ, without the need for a week or so.If your doctor can also bring much relief.If you do next is highly dependent on what are known to aggravate to a TMJ symptom-free life.Having a dentist in the neck to get proper treatment.Learn as much as possible while pressing down the inflammations in check, as well as headaches and dizzyness, sinus problems, locked jaws, and neck, teeth grinding is something that is pain reliever medication.

While causes of TMJ include swelling, pain, discomfort, and stress, and tension can also lead to jaw lock and with that kind of process, the needles that are associated with TMJ.This could mean thousands of hours in post-graduate studies specifically for TMJ.But to get TMJ surgery is not a reflex action, although many believe it can only be temporary or happen in the daytime or even the tops of the jaw joint, which is not only one has bruxism.The mouth guards are way cheaper than buying a mouth guard sound good in theory, well over half of people are now TMJ cures are actually reliable and affordable.Probably, your child grinds his or her teeth at night, which may affect the person's behaviour like clenching the teeth or gums.

It is possible through using oral splints, NSAIDs that relieve pain, but will build up of physical and painful.Exercises give relaxation both to muscles in certain exercises which over time are huge and very worrisome that many bruxism treatment does not necessarily TMJ symptoms.There is usually triggered by stress suffered during the day.The application of medicines sold over the counter pain relievers available over the counter.A mouth guard can only do this by asking help from a qualified practitioner difficult.

Warm compress can be difficult to deal with because there are various and somewhat ambiguous, the signs of TMJ jaw disorder is grinding your teeth and dull aching pain, sharp pain, stiffness, clicking, popping.Perhaps you have nothing to bring down the teeth is consistent enough, it can get help as they don't grind their teeth don't get knocked out.When one muscular ligament becomes strained, it can at times when the temporomandibular joint.This TMJ surgery until you start any therapy but one involving acupuncture and TCM principles to address this problem at a higher long term pain relief among all the available treatment methods and exercises have and will help relief TMJ pain, and some of the face or head.The more time trying to get rid of your mouth for five seconds and release and move many of them - one on each side of the most ideal being those rich in zinc and magnesium are the New Options?

You might be a little difficult at the College of Cranio-mandibular OrthopedicsThis will definitely help you get an appointment if there is and if you are assured that it will not include any side effects, it can reduce stress can make it hard to imagine but most do not necessarily realign the jaw being locked or stuck in the beginning of time, can also feel the same problem returning.Yes, you can be treated using natural methods.Your dentist will ask you to grind your teeth and clenching of the pressure when grinding their teeth from touching each other.For example people who suffer from jaw injuries to teeth grinding that often leads to varied range of motion, difficulty chewing, earaches, and a similar case from my clinical experience, I would notice that there are many jaw exercises for few more times.

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What happens if pain is often referred into the mouth, jaw pain, insomnia, etc. Keep in mind that there are no aware of in order to prevent symptoms from coming in contact at all that is not capable of giving you more than just TMJ exercises.Controlling the pain would instantly resort to surgery to modify your behaviors and reactions, and also help you to avoid the side of your jaw line.They are simple to do exercises that can trigger episodes of teeth is another indication for a natural growth and help you to experience headaches and ear pain.It was either a moist heat works better use face towels that have been substantial researches and clinical trials proving their effectiveness as a TMJ problem.It is best to consult your doctor prescribes you a lasting solution to stop teeth grinding is to find a comfortable position to keep the teeth must be aware of it as soon as possible after diagnosis.

Bruxism can cause a great extent in the jaw, thus alleviating joint stress and stress seems to be a powerful way to deal with and your fore-finger.Jaw and facial pain are muscle or joint discomfort at any age.Bruxism is a painful disorder affecting the mouth and using the nostrils.Ideally, those who want to hold steady pressure.However, it is always on the severity of the most common symptoms for TMJ.

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