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laurentidal · 3 months ago
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Kitty Pet Saga
Swipe. Flash. Pop. Stroke. Swipe. Rub. Moan. Flash.
Sandra had been playing Kitty Pet Saga for weeks now. She opened Level 599 and opened her legs and began to play. The game had long since abandoned any pretense. It knew it had its claws in her mind. It knew she couldn't resist the flashing lights and the animated sounds. It knew that this far into the game, the player's mind had all but ceded control.
There were still bubbles to pop and levels to complete, but the saccharine façade cartoon kittens had melted away. The graphics now were all photos of naked women in compromised positions. Kneeling. Crawling. Each bubble you popped showed more and more depravity. Cocks got harder and closer until they were full in every hole and both hands.
Pop a bubble and a chime would sound followed by a spiral splashed across the screen for an instant, short circuiting Sandra's mind completely. Keeping it subdued and focused on her task. Each chime and flash filled her with need. The game was built to be played one handed so that your other hand could play along elsewhere.
Completing a level allowed Sandra to cum as she watched the women on screen being defiled. Then each time a message would appear with a spiral behind it. It would be a task she could hardly remember. Most were simple:
"Send a flirty text." "Run an errand without underwear."
Sandra's body obeyed unconsciously. She had to follow orders. And each time she obeyed, her need to play the game grew stronger. She would try to play at work, but found that her moans were attracting attention. So she'd been calling in sick instead.
However, at each interval of 100, the tasks would be special. And Sandra was seconds away from cumming her way to Level 600.
Flash. Stroke. Rub. Pop. Obey.
The last bubble popped.
Cum.
Sandra screeched as her orgasm washed over her. Her mind was blissfully blank, focused only on the spinning graphic and the message from the app.
"Welcome to Level 600. Go get a stranger to breed you."
Sandra nodded blankly as she closed the app and went to get ready for the evening. She left a note for her husband that she was out for a girls' night. Don't wait up.
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pieofdeath · 11 months ago
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I think qsmp bbh and mangoball bbh should meet.
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odielikefromgarfield · 11 months ago
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just an Update! mangoball cheater cheater is still the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever read in my life and it changed my brain chemistry again <3
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xistnt · 11 months ago
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mangoballquackity · 9 months ago
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I hate it when I quote Cheater, Cheater and nobody gets it. I'M NOT UNIRONICALLY SAYING I'M LIKE THE JOKER!!!
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rk1kincorrect · 1 year ago
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i wanna make an ac crack series with the fake twitter atuff,,, sorry tw mcyt mention but i want it to be like cheater cheater by mangobaii 😭😭😭😭
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rowdyluv · 6 months ago
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do with this as you’d please.
Can you repeal a hearing with DPoS?
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artemismatchalatte · 2 years ago
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My favorite genre of country music: YEE HAW, YOU FUCKING CHEATER!!!
bonus if it's sung by an angry woman!
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bitter30s · 2 years ago
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Cheating men create bitter women.
I was living my best life in Colorado at age 28 going on 29. I met a man and I believed he was the one. You can guess where this is going. I “fell in love”. He was younger than me and I should have kicked him to the curb when the first few red flags showed up. 
#1 he was going through a divorce 
#2 he lied about his age
#3 within the first two weeks of us exclusively dating he was still on dating sites and said he had to keep his options open. 
But stupidity prevailed I put this “man” before myself and before God and moved him in my apartment. Ignoring all the red flags and God’s clear “NO’s!”  
Things in Colorado were peaches and cream. He was living off me and I didn’t see the problem. SMFH. 
He is in the military so he gets moved 4 months into our relationship to Tennessee. I should have let go and let God, right? Wrong …my dumb ass gets a job and leaves the state I love and followed this man-child to TN. He helps me make the move financially and even helps me find an apartment. Mind you he is still technically married but legally separated. So the military and social media have no idea we are in a relationship.
My dumb ass gets pregnant the moment I get to Tennessee. This man-child takes me to meet his entire family in Atlanta, who I love and loved me instantly.  We kept our relationship and my pregnancy on the down-low and only our families know the truth. As he is still living with me in my apartment that I am paying all the bills for. I catch him talking to other woman and sending inappropriate pictures with not once but twice. And what do I do, you ask?I forgive him and allow him to continue to allow him to live in my home rent free. 
(Side note he has a room at the army base he could stay at). 
But I forgive him and we pray and he claimed  to have given the “sex addiction” to God. (If a man can lie to God and about what God is doing in your life…(He can lie to anyone) He claims over and over that he is getting better. 
We pray and move on to him going through all my journals from the past 6 years. Questioning me on my past relationships from before we were even a thing. He called me a liar and questioned me of details on my past. After 10 years of smoking weed I had truly forgotten most of my past. I was a sexual person in my early 20’s just like most young adults and he calls me a slut. Hang in there it gets better.
The first week of my third trimester he goes through all my old broken phones and reads my old journals from 5-6 years prior and questions me on it. We get into an argument. My side was why do you care about what I did in the past before you knew me. “Don’t you realize I am a different person and you never knew that side of me”. He says “well why can’t I have that version of you too.” Because mother fucker I am a new creation in Christ Jesus and I am not in the streets anymore. I am about be 30 and about to be a mom and want to settle down now. Mind you his guilty conscience is trying to accuse me of the things he is doing. 
October 1 we get into another altercation. He pushes me into a table and pushed me out the door of my own home. Mind you I’m 25 ish weeks pregnant. The next day my water broke. I end up in the hospital for three weeks almost losing my job forcing him to pay 2 months of my bills. His name was not on my apartment. My healthy baby boy was born at 29 weeks at 2 lb and 14 oz. My son was breach and a lack of fluid forced me to have a c section. During my intense stay at the hospital he complained about his sexual desires not being met because we haven’t had sex due to me having a Cervical cerclage at 20 weeks pregnant and being in the hospital because of my water breaking. He tells me he wants to have a threesome and I told him I did not. Because I’ve done it before and didn’t like it. I also don’t want to bring another person into our relationship. I told him if he wants to do it don’t expect me to still be here. He says since I’ve moved to Tennessee our sex life hasn’t been the best. And I’ve never matched his sexual desires. (Side note I’ve made him finish within seconds- but in our arrangement he claims my cat is ran through, must be tight enough to make you finish quick). 
(Several other arguments and altercations have happened but I’m just naming the major ones)
A week after my c section we have another argument and he kicks me in the stomach. And no, I never called the police on him because I was a stupid girl “in love”. 
Later we argue about my desire, dreams, and goals of wanting to go to complete my MDiv and going to Law School. He says that it’s stupid to get a degree because most people he knows don’t use their degrees. But my track record showed I used my BSW to the max and now I want to work on the Macro level. His points are invalid because he doesn’t even have a completed degree. He has been in the military the past 6/7 years and before that he worked at Walmart.
Last account. Baby boy comes home and the holidays pass. I’m blessed to work from home with the same company. This fool buys a house and we moved into the house together the second week of December. 
It’s the second week of January I’m at home playing the piano in his Mac book. He called and helped me set it up. Now at this point I don’t know if he wanted to get caught or is just fucking stupid.  He is texting 4 different woman and his phone is connected his Mac. I called to confront him and he denies what I’m seeing. A woman is responding it was so great seeing you yesterday. I respond maybe you shouldn’t be talking to a man with a girlfriend and baby he just bought a house for.  I sent it to the other girl and talked to them both by sending them my number. Come to find out this bitch has been dating them both since my water broke. He has been seeing them and showing up in my car. Meeting their children. He has several other relationships. What do I do, You ask? I exposed him for the cheating, lying, ass wipe he is. I told his entire family. He gets mad and we tussle over the baby and he steals my phone. I ran to the neighbors and called the police. He in return tells me I need to get out. With no where to go and no money. Mind you all the shit in the house is mine! SMH. In the end he put his baby momma and new born baby out in the middle of winter and changed the locks. I call the military and police and expose him. I packed a Uhaul. with as much as I could and left. He was too afraid to sign the birth certificate and give the baby his last name because he didn’t want to get into trouble with the military because he was still going through his divorce. His divorce was finalized Oct 3. My son was born October 22. With that being said in the state of Tennessee according to the military and police he has no rights over my son. I took a picture of his SSN and birth certificate and will be putting his ass on child support.  And here I am starting over again at 30 with a newborn baby boy who has my entire heart, back home with my family in Maryland. But cheating men turn women bitter because I don’t want to ever date again. 
What did I learn: 
#1 don’t meet people on Facebook Dating. 
#2 don’t move in together until he puts a ring on your finger. 
#3 stand for what you believe is what is right and don’t take shit from any man. Especially one with little if no life experiences. 
#4 don’t trust a man who can lie to God or about God’s work in his life. 
What good came out of it. 
#1 my son 
#2 I will listen to God more 
#3 he did get me reconnected to my father and I helped him get out of jail. 
#4 I lived in the south. 
#5 I’m back home to begin a new chapter in a better future forward 
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laurentidal · 27 days ago
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Catalogue
When the catalogue arrived at the house, Renee thought it was a prank. Someone had signed her up for some bizarre joke magazine like when she used to sign up her neighbors for Playboy under the name "Jack Mehoff." She opened up the flimsy paper catalogue, trying not to chuckle at the name Slaveseeker.
The paper was light. Almost like tissue paper. It was like holding a magazine printed on brown public bathroom paper towel. The comparison to Playboy had been apt, apparently. Each page contained a single naked woman and a listing of her features: blue eyes, red hair, 40DD, submissive. Finally, at the bottom there was a price tag. She sighed and threw the escort advertisement away, and it was out of her mind the second it hit the bin.
But then the next month, another copy arrived. Slaveseeker June edition. And this time it was a little nicer. Gone was the flimsy almost-see-through material from May. It looked like they'd been able to spring for real paper this time. She smiled and thought, "Good for them." She supposed enough people had called and hired an escort that they'd managed to scrounge together a proper printing operation. But again, she threw the magazine away.
July. August. September. All brought a new copy of Slaveseeker Monthly. By October, the magazine was positively glamourous. The paper was glossy. The pictures of the models were obviously professional quality. And the descriptions were more… in depth.
Listing No 724-A: Melinda Esthridge Eyes: Green Hair: Blonde
Renee stared at the woman in the image. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't touched herself flipping through the magazine last month. The arrival of the catalogue had become something of a guilty pleasure. Renee had never dreamed of hiring an escort before, but when you're given the option again and again. And this woman - Melinda Esthridge - she was new. Renee double checked September's copy that she'd stashed under the end table.
Something about this woman called to her. And the cost wasn't bad for a night.
Maybe if she hadn't been in such a dry spell. Maybe if she hadn't had that extra glass of wine with dinner. Maybe if she hadn't flipped to just the right page with a model that looked so much like…
Anyway, there were a lot of maybes, but none of them mattered. In the end, horny and a little tipsy, Renee called the number on the last page of the catalogue and told the sweet voice on the other side of the line that she'd like to purchase 724-A for an evening. The woman took her credit card information and assured her that Melinda would be there within the hour.
While she waited, Renee read more of the woman's profile. The simple "Submissive" that they'd included in that first shitty edition had expanded greatly. Now there was a comprehensive list of Melinda's like and dislikes and fetishes and their strengths. And last, just above the price, there was a Willfulness Rating, which the first page told her was a indicator of how easy it would be to make Melinda want or do things anathema to her above listings. Melinda's was quite low.
A knock on the door, and Renee almost ran to open it. In front of her, to her shock and dismay, stood her sister-in-law, Mary Ann. The church-going goody-two-shoes housewife that her brother had married was almost unrecognizable under the makeup and in the revealing clothing, but here in person, Renee could see what the picture only suggested.
"Mary Ann?" Renee asked, as the woman walked into her house. She didn't react. Instead, she sat on the couch, eyes glazed.
"Hello," she began to recite with robotic precision. "Thank you for selecting me from Slaveseeker Monthly. I am your slave for this evening. Our time expires at 4:00 AM, no matter what time I have arrived. Until then, I am yours completely. Any damage incurred will be met with hostility and substantial charges to the card on file."
Then, she blinked, and seemed to return to life. "Renee?" she asked, puzzled. Then a look at sheer panic filled her face. "Oh my god. Oh my god. You bought me? Renee what the fuck?"
"What the fuck yourself? What are you doing in an escort magazine?"
"It's not…," Mary Ann trailed off. "This isn't supposed to be possible. They swore when I signed up."
"What was that big speech you gave? You said you are my slave."
That glassy look returned to Mary Ann's eyes. "Yes, Mistress. I am your slave for the evening. I will obey all commands." She blinked again and came back to reality. "Fuck I need to go. This can't happen."
"Stop," Renee said forcefully, and Mary Ann froze on the spot. "Strip."
"Yes, Mistress," she answered immediately and began to obey. But as she peeled her clothes off, she begged Renee to let her go. And as she stood there, naked and helpless, she told Renee that it wasn't supposed to be possible to get family.
"But you're not family," Renee said with a sly smile. "You're Melinda Esthridge."
Melinda relaxed, allowing the persona to sweep over her. The worry melted away, replaced with eager lust for the task at hand.
After that, Renee didn't need to call the catalogue anymore. The editions continued to come, but so did Renee. The family dinners were much more exciting. Melinda was ever her secret plus one, no pretense or hypnosis needed - they both knew what had been unlocked that night - and she didn't even have to prepare another plate. Melinda ate a different dinner from everyone else; quickly and quietly in a back bedroom, where no one could hear the need in Mary Ann's voice as her personality changed in the blink of an eye.
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azeler · 2 years ago
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People after Elon implemented Twitter Blue :
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parakeet · 8 months ago
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Thought my gf cheated on me again so I messed around with her gay brother, but it turns out it really *was* just her cousin that she was spending time with, so now I’m kinda feeling guilty and confused
Is this how a priest in a confessional booth feels… ten hail marys
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xistnt · 11 months ago
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mangoballquackity · 2 months ago
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Quotes that remind me of Mangoball Wilbur
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slightlyartist · 2 months ago
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This is what Ford saw when Fiddleford came back to Gravity Falls after his huge fight with Emma-May
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Bonus:
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garpen · 5 months ago
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PT. 2
Nobody better tell me this is to verbally aggressive, bc this is exactly how I be speaking with my siblings
<<Part One<< Master List >>Part Three>>
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