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Sunday morning

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Girl hi i cant take it anymore

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forcefem as in the beatings don’t stop till you sound like a woman when you scream and cry :3

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do u ever play w ur blood in da shower or r u boring

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is mi >:3

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i wanna flick a shitty little 6” fairy in the stomach until she’s out of breath and pisses herself

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you wish you had sex like me (eating my partner out for an hour straight, then spending the next hour and a half edging, overstimming, and fucking his cunt until I'm so slick I can fuck his ass. fucking him until he's come so hard and so many times, it forgets it's own name. all it knows is "mommy, mommy, mommy", meanwhile I'm rutting in them, biting their neck and shoulders, growling, and repeating "mine. mine. mine. mine.")

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“instant loss” is when you tummy kick your basement bitch that had the nerve to get pregnant

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studying u sexual style btw. tying u up with a vibe and asking you questions and turning it up to reward you when you answer while i take notes about what you said and then turning it back down so u focus on me again and feel desperate enough to wanna answer my next question. and im fully clothed and seemingly disinterested in actual sex and i never touch you or cum i jsut learn everything i can about you. and maybe every once in a while i read u reports i write on u based on the data i gather

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thinking about my little sister & how mad our parents used to get at us for always being so much trouble whenever they drove us anywhere. we just absolutely could not stop fussing with each other in the backseat.

they thought we were just being rowdy bc we were restless & excited about wherever we were going but actually it was bc we both had to wear our seatbelts. i knew she couldn't go anywhere so i got to grope her wherever i wanted as much as i wanted & it was also the one time i was just as restrained so i couldn't reach her as well as i'd like which meant she could hit me back reasonably hard & she knew how much that riled me up.

we got yelled at a lot. "Stop it right now or so help me God I'll turn this car around!" we heard this so often we'd mouth it at each other & laugh. ofc then we'd blame each other for starting it every time. i can't imagine how frustrating it must've been for our parents... for us it was just. inevitable fun. especially on the drives back home, we knew we'd be back in our room pretty soon so our fights would escalate to a ridiculous degree. me squeezing her tiny tits, her slapping my hands away, nails scratching at my arm, me grabbing her wrist & twisting it so i'd her hear cute little squeals, reaching for her thigh & having my hair pulled... it was like feral foreplay.

it inevitably got a little out of hand. one day, when we were coming back from the mall or something, she punched me so hard my nose started bleeding. i didn't even notice at first, just took it like a champ & kept messing around until i felt something wet on my lips. i went to touch, saw red on my fingertips & immediately tried to pin my nostrils shut. it kept flowing down my fist, dribbled down my neck, stained my white tshirt. it was not stopping. we had to actually pull over.

it was the only time i took the fault & apologized for starting it. "i know i shouldn't rile her up like this, she's still little," i remember saying. "she doesn't know any better." & i remember the way my little sister stared at me, her back pressed against the car door as our parents cleaned me up & berated me. lips parted & glistening with spit that she kept tonguing back into her mouth, eyes glazed & transfixed on the blood dripping down my fingers. i had never seen her look so fucking thirsty.

looking back, i think she knew. i mean, she had to have known. it's always been the case that whatever she did to me in the car i'd return in kind once we got home. frankly, it wasn't even that she punched me what did it for me. it really was the way she looked in that moment. mesmerized. frozen in time. intoxicated. & she was so quiet the rest of the ride home. i know she must have been thinking about how bad i wanted to hurt her after all that. how bad i wanted to see what her blood looked like on my knuckles.

she must have known bc she went straight upstairs to our room as soon as we got home. my parents still brought me into the bathroom, cleaned me up a little better, made sure i wasn't bleeding anymore, then "grounded" me, which just meant no tv or computer the rest of the evening. i didn't care. i snuck one of my dad's razors into my pocket. i knew what i was going to spend the rest of the night doing.

my little sister was curled up in bed when i came upstairs. she turned to me, started apologizing, saying she didn't mean it & she didn't even know how that happened bc she was just playing & suddenly i was bleeding so much & she didn't know blood could look like that & it was so scary bc what if i died like what if she'd killed me & i died & she was left all alone & then she started crying & crying & crying... i listened, took my bloodied shirt off, walked up to her, kneeled by the bed, smiled up at her, stroked her hair, laid the shirt flat on the floor next to me.

"it's okay, everything's okay, baby sis," i whispered, patting at my shirt, "come sit here."

she sulked, wiped the tears off her cheeks, gave me a puzzled look, "there? on top of your shirt?"

"yep," i nodded. "it's already dirty anyway, right? better than ruining those bedsheets."

again, i say she must have known bc i saw the way her body relaxed. she seemed almost relieved, actually. when a moment ago she had been sobbing, now she was inhaling deep, doing as i asked. she didn't protest when i said she had to take her shirt off too, exposing her bare, unscathed skin to me. i watched her pink little nipples harden when i told her to lay down. that dazed, intoxicated look returned to her face when i pulled the razor out from my pocket.

"what now?" she asked in a voice that must have been trembling with enthusiasm.

i loomed over her, my heartbeat so loud i could feel it pulse around my bruised nose.

"now," i said, "point where you want me to cut you, little sis."

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Got hit :3

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the latest Watamote chapter goes hard

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press your lips gently against her power button and see what happens

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question for the femmes and butches who top butches…. where is the butch bottom content hm 🤨 cmon, let’s go. chop chop. write a post about how you want to skewer that boy like a kebab. get a little nasty with it. nipples hard through a white tank top, bent over, jeans pooled around their ankles as you tease them open with a spit-slick hand, your other hand clamped around the back of their neck to remind them they gotta be good and hold still for you. or something like that

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Got a few hickies from my gf yesterday.

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meal prepping