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need to frot with a pretty puppy and get them so desperate that they barely protest when i slip my cock inside their hole <33 have them whining and whimpering while pumping in and out, broken “pl-please”s and “do-ggy”s leaving their sweet little mouth

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I know there's a lot of people following this account whose kinks come from traumatic events, either when you were young or when you grew up.

I wanted to remind yall that none of us are evil for coping with our trauma in this way. We are not evil for getting turned on by certain situations. As long as everything we do doesn't hurt anyone and it's consensual we do NOT owe anyone anything. You don't have to feel guilty for it.

Doms who have a cnc kink and get off on the thought of raping someone? Not evil. Ageres who enjoy fantasizing about older people taking advantage of them? Not disgusting. Sadomasochists that enjoy causing or receiving harm? Not degenerates.

Hell, even if your kink doesn't come from trauma, unless you harm someone for real without their consent, no one has the right to judge you. Thought crime doesn't exist.

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i love cis people cause when i say “when i used to be a girl…” they go “mhmm…. but also….. you’ve ALWAYS been a man” okay ur very sweet but actually i was a weird girl in middle school and you need to know that to understand my personality today

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why is it so fucking hot when ppl use words other than pussy or dick, like “puppy parts” “sensitive place” hhgh fuck me now

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The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

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ffffuck i. need. i. i neeeddddbhdhshdgsgsgsfsfs. incoherent. no thoughts. rest is under the read more bc im too embarrassed to just put this out there

need someone to dress me up all pretty and put me in a dress and then make me drink sooooo so much tea and we have a lovely time together but oh no im starting to get desperate. but they wont let me go and i ask them and they say no so i cant and we’re still having such a lovely time togethe rbut i keep getting more desperate. and then they notice me squirming and theyre all like “oh dear whats wrong” and i have to admit its getting really bad and i cant hokd it and they tease me for it and keep making me drink more and more until ive got my hands stuffed between my legs and im on my knees shaking and there stears in my eyes and. i have to stop im getting too horny. what the fuck is happening to me

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CNC isn't as simple as "No doesn't mean stop" CNC is "No doesn't mean stop, because we previously discussed boundaries and limits. And it was established that Cowabunga means stops"

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god, i wanna put my cum into a pretty boy so bad, just stuff him over and over and over again until it’s leaking so disgustingly much that he really cant take anymore. he physically cannot fit anymore cum inside of his cunt. i want his thighs caked in cum and spit from me using my own saliva to lube him up if it ever gets a little rough, i need a little cumrag to call my good boy and my sweet puppy.

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getting head but they treat your tcock like a cis one. suck on the head before swallowing down on the rest, bobbing their head like it’s real blow job, telling you how big it’s gotten, maybe you’ll be big enough to fuck them soon….

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More Jen and Mel

CW: Poop

Mel relaxed on the couch, kicking her feet up and appreciating the feeling of a cushion beneath her butt after the long walk back to the dorm room. She closed her eyes a bit and let her head fall back. A smirk appeared on her face as she felt the familiar movement of gas in her stomach. She hopped her butt up so it was facing towards the room and pushed out a pressure reliever. A quick but loud one. She lowered herself back into the cushions and relaxed again.

She still had a few minutes before Jen got back from her own class, and lately in her moments of solitude she couldn't help her mind wandering to a headspace she didn't know how to feel about. A certain longing that seemed to pull and tug at her heart and mind like thread being spun, and it all revolved around-

"Jen-" Mel started as she heard the door open, but was quickly shut down when Jen rushed the door closed and then strangely stayed in place.

Mel dashed over, concerned, "Hey, whats up?"

Jen's hands were placed firmly against the door, still in place from when she shut it, as if she was glued down, "If I move-" A shaky breath, "I'm gonna shit."

"Oh," Mel's eyebrows raised, she worked quickly to shove down the nasty thoughts to properly assess the situation, "do we want that to happen or no?"

"No no no," Jen whined, wincing, "these pants are still new I can't- nng - I can't."

Mel grabbed Jen's hand encouragingly, "Come on you're five steps away from the toilet, I know you can make it-"

Jen dropped her head just as Mel tugged her in the right direction, "Baby, It's too late."

Mel's ears were met with the beautiful crackling sound of a genuine accident. It started with a fairly small amount along with a strong release of gas.

Jen squeezed Mel's hand, "Hold me?"

Mel gave a reassuring smile and pulled her into her arms, allowing Jen to bury her face in the crook of her neck.

Did she call me... baby?

"Oh god," Jen's voice strained, Mel knowing all too well that feeling of your body working against you, forcing you to push.

Another few moments of squishing noises filled the room as Jen's pants filled with her own mess.

Mel began rubbing circles on her back and leaned down into her ear, "You're safe, let it all out."

Jen let out a small whimper as she tightened her hold on Mel, "Damn it."

Another wave of little puffs of air between wet smushing came and went, followed by a relieved moan achingly close to Mel's ear.

Jen stayed in her arms, trying to catch her breath and get back her senses.

Surprisingly, she started laughing, "Are we really going to stand here and not comment on how hot that was?"

Mel smiled, arms still around her, lightly swaying, "Look, I wasn't sure if it was the right time or not."

Jen brought her head back up to look at her, "Thanks for that."

"Anytime," Mel thought about her words carefully, "baby."

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why have all steddies with piss and scat kinks disappeared from existence 😭😭

i need you all freaks to come back pls???

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i need to top a trans girl while she tells me how much of a good boy i am for her 🥲🥲

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"who's a good boy."

Whilst panting and thrusting into my boy cunt.

Me I am I am I am that's me I'm a good boy im a good boy

"so good for me isn't that right?"

Whilst I'm sucking them so sweetly

Yes yes I am the best the best boy

Please praise me please please I'll be good I'll be so good I promise

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talking while pushing out poop

- “ooh, it’s coming out😣”

- “it’s a hard one”

- “nnnngh...push...”

- “i’m pooping” (it’s so simple but so effective)

- counting and pushing (“1, 2, 3, push!” etc.)

- “hnnnnnng!! come out, already!”

- just whining/groaning “push” to themselves as meager encouragement

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I’ve seen memes about No Poop November and like the degenerate I am, they got me horny. It’s kinda unrealistic but imagine someone actually trying to complete that challenge. Everyone knows about it and they watch the ambitious person’s belly bloat as the month goes on. There are moments when they have to stop in their tracks and tense up. Stop their body from forcing it all out.

So many close calls. Such a round, noisy belly. It’s grown so much that skin peeks through gaps between the buttons on their shirt, showing off their navel and attracting curious pokes.

Maybe their peers want them to fail. Sly elbows bump their gut when they walk down the halls. They receive a lot more hugs and each time they damn near fill their pants when their belly is smushed against someone else’s. Everyone suddenly becomes very generous with their food and holds it up to their lips so they can have a taste. Then another bite. And another.

Poking, prodding. Pats and passing rubs. Crowding round and making immature fart noises whenever the person has to freeze and clench up. Goading them into release.

Maybe they make it to December 1st but by then they’re so used to holding it that they can’t grunt anything out. Imagine them sheepishly asking their peers to massage their belly and help them squeeze. All those hands on their gut. Stroking and pressing. Watching closely as their lips pout and their eyes unfocus. Cheering them on as they fart and finally pump out the biggest shit any of them have ever seen.

Or maybe during the night, when their body is relaxed, it all starts to slide out. They awaken to the uncomfortable, yet pleasurable, sensation of being stretched. Of being emptied with no way to stop the flow. All they can do is clutch the sheets and moan as they fail the challenge.