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talking to cis people about sex: you can actually put the dick in other holes
talking to trans people about sex: we really need to assimilate into the hivemind
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Ohh, little toy...you need me to break you...don't you?
You need me to play with you until you're all worn down from my love and abuse. You take everything I give you, whether I'm achingly gentle or terribly cruel. Whether I'm teasing you or forcing you to spend yourself over and over and over.
My brainless little toy, taking everything I have to give.
And...when we're done, and you're falling apart at the seams...I'll patch you up. Hold you tight in my arms when I sleep. Keep you forever and ever, even if your stuffing is falling out and your joints are too loose and your plush is worn and patchy.
Because you're mine. My beloved possession, mine to play with however I want.
Don't worry, little toy. That's all I'll ever ask of you.
It's all you'll ever need to be 💕
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the idea of someone dressing me up in an outfit they’ve been dying to fuck me in sounds super hot and romantic tbh
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Playing with your clit while I make you watch the porn you're ashamed of liking.
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"Is something wrong?"
You look up to your date's gentle smile, your lips still pulling her girl cock further into your mouth. You shake your head, a muffled "No" trapped in your throat by her twitching member. You blink and look back down at the patch of pubic hair in front of you, sliding her back and forth over your tongue, your forehead occasionally touching her protruding belly as you suck her deeper into your throat. You were more than willing to oblige when she pulled down her pants and jiggled it in front of your face, the smell alone coaxing you close enough to kiss the head of her cock as it swelled to life, but something strange had started to happen as it entered your mouth. It was as if each thrust into your mouth had pushed thoughts out of your mind. You had stopped sucking momentarily because of how suddenly you felt dazed… it was the sensation of almost forgetting your own name, that had created pause.
"Is something wrong?"
Your date was chuckling to herself, her hand putting gentle pressure on the back of your head as she started to fuck your mouth. Your hands dropped from her thighs, a haze enveloping you once more. You had forgotten something again, you knew you had, but before you could recollect yourself the thrusting cock was pushing away the thoughts in waves. It tasted so good, and knowing you were making her moan and whimper was so gratifying. But you could still feel somewhere inside, pieces seemed to be missing. Where did you and her go tonight? What was your favorite color? Last year you had gotten an award at work, it was… gone. the more you sucked her cock, the more things were missing, with each. and. every. thrust.
"You're distracted again…" She smirked, her hands playing with your hair. "Don't think so much. Just suck my cock. Focus, ok?"
The instruction was repeated twice more, in time with her thrusts.
Suck. My. Cock.
Suck. My. Cock.
It felt wonderful to obey, to close your eyes and let senses be flooded with her, sweat and precum saturating your tongue and gums. Her cock was so slippery and warm, you felt yourself sucking harder, making her flex and moan in her husky fagvoice. but even as she fucked your mouth, the flare of her thick head reaching the back of your tongue, there was a small voice that sounded like you, becoming harder and harder to hear, asking where you went to high school, what was your phone number, what was this girl's name, wh--
"Can you feel how heavy my balls are?" Your date pushed herself as hard as she could down your throat, until her sizable nuts were pressing against your chin and lips, making your eyes roll back in bliss. "I really want to empty them into you… I want to fill you with myself. But--" She started slowly thrusting again. Where did you live? Where did you work? "--I need to make some room."
You were… who were you? You were sucking a girl's cock. It felt very good to do that. Very right. You were made to service cock. It was much easier to suck cock than to do anything else. Maybe you were a cocksucker. That sounded right, the girl praising you was calling you that, over and over again. You really liked it too. It was pure contentment to have her in your mouth. She gasped and started to spurt cum down your throat, the thick smelly load spreading warmth in your chest as it slid towards your stomach. She kept you on her cock until the cum finally stopped, kissing you once and wiping your mouth when she finished. She said it was time to go home, which was exciting, as you couldn't quite remember what home looked like.
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