horny-moth

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if you’re a little obsessive that’s kind of hot of you

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unfortnately kinda desperately horny. maybe im ovulating

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Oh, you actually like when I’m a little bit mean to you? Aren’t you just pathetic! It’s adorable, really, how desperate you are for me to bully you. Come on, say it. Tell me how much you want— need— me to bully you. How much it affects you. You need it to get off, don’t you? How absolutely pathetic. Need a big, scary butch to remind you how weak you are? Awww, then beg.

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honestly, i think the idea of sex as a lesson is so hot.

i’m just imagining him running his hands along my body, stopping to tease or caress areas solely to note how i react. i want to hear him tell me the correct anatomical terms for what he’s touching, to be forced to admit i have a pussy and tits, a clit and not a dick, an undeniable reality that i can’t fake my way out of. him slowly inserting a finger inside me, then two, then three, just to see how much i can take.

then he’d explain why i have the parts that i do. how my body is designed to bring a man pleasure. how my pussy exists solely to take a man’s cock and make him feel good, hopefully making him cum inside me so i get knocked up. he’d feel how wet i get, see how i’m dripping, and comment how there’s obviously nothing incongruent with my sex and gender if my body so eagerly responds to that information.

i want him to fuck me slowly, telling me how good i feel around his cock. need him to point out how my pussy tightens when he hits the right spot, how i moan so nicely in response to being. how naturally i take the role of a woman, and how much it suits me. how mistaken i must’ve been for thinking i was a man — and how he hopes this will clear up any confusion.

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sigh... need a mean pervy older guy to smoke with who laughs and mocks me when i cough and splutter after hitting from his bong :( who makes me straddle his thigh so he can grope my ass n tits easier :(( who gets me so high i can't walk straight just so he can sit me on his cock while i whine he's too big, bc im his favourite fleshlight :(((

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even when im allowed to be masc i still find myself begging ppl to treat me like a girl

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grabbing my face and biting my neck is free therapy btw

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thinking about being forced to smoke past my natural stopping point. knowing im gonna get too high, green out and theres nothing i can do to stop it. its not my job to be in control, i just do what im told and take another hit.

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The need is starting to overwhelm you.

You dont know why or how, but it just keeps growing.

It is already getting so difficult to think about anything else than pleasuring yourself.

'Pleasuring my cunt.'

You dont know where that specific thought came from but honestly, you dont care right now.

It takes already all your strength of mind to hold back and not start to touch immediately.

And yet, it is to no avail.

The heat is slowly spreading from between your legs, into your body and into your mind.

"Gosh, why am I so hooorny?"

You cant help yourself and start to grind on your chair.

Working from home has its benefits.

But that you have to keep working, well, that is something that has already dripped into your panties.

Right now all you can focus on is not to give in.

To not give in to the pleasure.

To not give in to the heat.

To not give in to the lust.

And yet, the grinding just gets stronger as you try to get as much pressure on your clit as possible.

A sudden strong pulse of pleasure washes over you.

So strong that your vision blurs and you let out an animalistic grunt of pleasure.

Work is already forgotten.

Just like your willpower is corroding away by the spreading heat and lust.

As you suddenly feel your body moving on its own, walking into your bedroom.

You feel yourself being guided as you sit down and immediately start to rip the rest of your clothes of to edge.

And as soon as your fingers touched your clit, your mind turns off.

Unable to resist.

Unable to even think of resisting.

As your mind blanks out more and more.

Starting to repeat mantras you didnt even know you had.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

My cunt controls me.

My cunt owns me.

I am just a puppet for my cunt.

I have no control.

Repeating them over and over.

Sinking deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

As time flies by and stands still at the same time.

Pleasure is all you recognize.

Even when the fog of pleasure lifts a bit from your mind after an edge, you realize how true your mantras are.

Right now you are a puppet for your cunt.

As you cant stop yourself from edging.

Your hands move on their one.

Rubbing.

Fingering.

Edging.

Over and over.

You dont know how long your mind can last.

You have already gotten so many edges like never before.

The wet spot on your bed is just growing and growing.

Your moans are hoarse already, but you cant stop moaning.

Your eyes keep rolling back.

Your tongue keeps sticking out.

Unable to stop.

Not wanting to stop.

Knowing you are trained right now by your own cunt.

For me.

And you have no idea how much longer you are trained.

Or for what.

Or into what.

But you dont care anymore as long as you can keep feeling this pleasure.

Just as another edge overwhelms you, you hear a thought in your mind.

'I am in control now. But we need to really train you for that, dont we?'

Of course, only one answer came to your mind and you moaned it loudly.

"Yes, cunt!"

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doctor who makes you talk about your dysphoria, what you feel dysphoric about and why, and while you're talking he starks to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy, rub your clit, pinch your nipples. If you can keep talking and not whimper or moan or clench around his fingers, congrats! you get to transition! but if your breath so much as hitches in your throat, he'll prescribe you plenty of prenatal vitamins for the baby he gets to pump in you

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forced orgasms <3 watching her tear up when my fingers are completely ruining her cunt, "so wet still even after cumming like 15 times you really are just a desperate pervert huh?" but it hurts, her cunt is red and she's fighting with every ounce of power in her, but i'm just so much stronger. forcing her down while she cries her eyes out and resists just to make my fingers go even faster. making her cum over and over again until she passes out. just to slide my cock in her dumb unconscious self, watching her wake up covered in cum and my fingers inside her cunt. "you ready puppy?".

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i just think a trans twink sobbing from coming, sprawled back over the pool table with his legs tied apart, as yet another pool ball is forced inside his cunt while he's getting fucked in the arse would be. very special

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one of the hottest things ever is forced orgasms. someone fighting their body for me. getting them really really close and telling them not to cum and they're like straining and clenching their muslces trying to hold it back, even though they know i'm not gonna stop in time and their orgasm is inevitable. but they'll try anyway because they want to be good for me so bad. "stopstopstop, please, i'm gonna cum" awww you can't hold it for me? just a little longer? i know you can do it baby. i know you wanna cum so bad and it feels so good and you just wanna give into the feeling, but hold it. you know i'll ruin it if you don't.

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My Place

My place is on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

My place is standing over the stove. 

My place is staring excitedly out the window in the door as he walks in from work.

My place is standing at his side, with my hand in his. 

My place is cradled under his arm after sex.

My place is pinned up against the wall with his hang around my neck. 

My place is in the passenger seat of the car. 

My place is turned over his knee, or sometimes it’s my nose in a corner. 

My place is at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. 

My place is kneeling in front of him and massaging his aching legs. 

My place is being the little spoon while we watch a movie. 

My place is the side of the bed farthest from the door. 

My place is watching his eyes as he dominates me. 

My place is looking up at him with both arms wrapped around his neck. 

My place is curling up in his lap when the rest of the world is too much.

My place is obeying him.

My place is staying vulnerable for him. 

My place is following his lead. 

Yes, this feels right to me. Still, my place is my place because I choose for it to be. My place is one where I feel fulfilled, where I feel I am my true self. Often being in my place feels joyful, or peaceful, or ordinary, or natural, or freeing, even euphoric. But occasionally it’s humbling or difficult or so vulnerable it hurts. Most often I easily stay in my place or else easily dig to find the self-control to stay there on my own. But sometimes I have to be put back my place and it can temporarily bruise my ego. then, putting me in my place is an act of love. My place is always one of love and respect. 

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Just want to look into your pretty little eyes while I put my hand over your mouth, and finger your little cunt telling you to be a good girl for me, you can even hold my hand while I violate you.

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hey just so you know i saw you spread your legs a lil wider when i put my hand on your throat. no no it’s cool i just think its cute when you act like i don’t notice how pathetic and desperate you are, like how you think i didn’t notice when you swallowed and tilted your head back to show your neck more or how you think i didn’t notice how fast your pulse was under my palm. but don’t worry, i notice everything <3