sharpenedrage
sharpenedrage
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UK, 35, Pansextual, Male, Switch, Poly Read pinned post for more info. Anti-bot. 18+
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sharpenedrage · 2 hours ago
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The new " keep what you claim" policy seems to have been quite successful in areas applied to. Even with the clearly posted signs 🤔
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sharpenedrage · 2 hours ago
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sharpenedrage · 7 hours ago
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Valentine's Day, are you happy?
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sharpenedrage · 9 hours ago
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sharpenedrage · 13 hours ago
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Starting to think her gaming skill isn't why my friends keep asking my girlfriend to play pool with them...🤔
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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👉 TRADE NUDES WITH RANDOM GILS
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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And to think, at the beginning of the night you thought you hated him, amazing how opinions can be changed 🙄
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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Me too 🙄
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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It's always fun watching them trying to figure out how to escape, especially when it's not possible 🙄
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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Kinda hard to think about escape when you can't stop cumming for your captors, isn't it?
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sharpenedrage · 2 days ago
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was i always this pathetic?
It didn’t feel like control. Not at first.
He just liked watching me blush. Watching me stammer and squirm. He’d praise me when i looked cute. When i wore something tight. When i giggled and said things that made me cringe.
i thought it was just teasing. Flirting. Playing.
But somehow… i got stuck there. In that little headspace. That warm, dumb haze where i couldn’t think straight with Him looking at me.
He didn’t need to do much. Just call me “good girl” in that low, amused voice — my brain would stop.
i started asking for permission to cum. Then for permission to touch. Then… i started begging, even when He wasn’t around.
He never really told me to stop thinking. But my thoughts started fading on their own. Too many nights shaking on the edge, fingers between my legs, whispering His name like it was the only thing left in my head.
i didn’t notice the moment it happened. Didn’t realize i was slipping. Didn’t see the moment the girl in the mirror stopped looking like me.
Until one day He asked, “What do you even do without Me, little slut?”
And i didn’t have an answer. i stood there, dripping down my thighs — and all i could think to say was: “Whatever You want, Sir.”
That’s when i knew. i wasn’t faking. i wasn’t playing.
i was owned. Mindfucked. Ruined.
And it was too late to fix it.
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sharpenedrage · 3 days ago
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Bet you were surprised when you woke up with that tattoo 😉
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sharpenedrage · 3 days ago
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If you're just going to answer the door to anyone while im at work you just have to accept this might well happen to you and really, the neighbours don't need to have their day interrupted and it's not like you're not living every second anyway.
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sharpenedrage · 3 days ago
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😵‍💫😍
- Lana Irvin
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sharpenedrage · 3 days ago
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It's time for a walk, gurl
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sharpenedrage · 4 days ago
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Girlfriends confessed desire 😈 love the look of the blonde girl 😏
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sharpenedrage · 4 days ago
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