#men (especially straight men) view penetration as degrading

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No women should be called a cocksucker. It is not because “heterophobia” but because a lot of the misogyny women face is sexualized. If you look up the term right now with nothing else in the search engine you will just be recommended porn

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

Question in regard to the thing of anal versus deep throat, and genuinely asking because I am curious, and I have trouble with the nuance, how come you view deep throat as inherently demeaning/degrading while you do not do the same with anal?

because the point of a deepthroat is that the person being penetrated chokes on the penis (the choking on it is part of the act), while anal can be pleasurable, its just a different sensation than vaginal penetration. just like being fingered feels different than getting oral. the issue with anal in the heterosexual context is the way men practice it and i think its not that different of how they treat other penetrative sex acts. vaginal penetration can hurt too if there is no lubrication and men dont take the time for foreplay. a blowjob can be sensual or painful. fingering can be pleasurable or painful. the issue is that men dont put in effort to make it pleasurable for women, and the reason they even want anal is to brag and feel more masculine in a really toxic and harmful way, but there is nothing inherently wrong with the act, its just tainted. anal is more stigmatised than other sex acts because it is more likely to be painful (because the anus is not self lubricating like the vagina and many people dont take the time to learn how to do it safely and properly especially if they have only seen it in porn where women are hurt on purpose). actually a lot of straight men get pleasure from being anally penetrated too but they dont try it because they find it demeaning and gay even if a woman does it.

[atickandacricket]

i had such horrible shame around sex as a child. i was raised christian and went to church every week until my mom died. i still got confirmed after that too. but at the same time i knew how unrealistic and restrictive beliefs around sex we’re, especially for queer people.

i was so sex repulsed though. when i was 8 years old i thought it was just a woman going down on a man and that fucking disgusted me to my core. i was basically taught that sex was serving a man. even when i learned that it goes both ways and about penetration that feeling stuck around.

the way i was officially introduced to the idea of oral sex as pleasurable and not the way to procreate was someone (a child) explaining their r*pe in great detail. to this day that is what i associate it with. i don’t think i will ever separate going down on a man from giving him some sort of power and it fucking disgusts me.

i also realized i have a piss kink and was ashamed of that for years. i have a lot of kink surrounding degradation and humiliation and i have such a hard time separating that from most cis mens’ abuse of power and superiority complex.

i would get unwanted thoughts during class, again, i was sex repulsed and it made me want to k*ll myself. i hated it so much. i interpreted the phrase “smd” to mean “stfu or i’m going to r*pe you” and hearing that around school made me want to fucking k*ll myself.

it’s deplorable and repulsive but at the same time i can experience attraction and feel the libido enough to decide to try masterbating. the shame just got worse because i thought my piss kink was a fetish and couldn’t cum without thinking of that. that also made me want to k*ll myself!

so much of what sex is makes me want to die.

so much of how sex is viewed and understood by most people makes me want to die.

then i was hypersexual for nearly a year (an adult by this time). that made me feel useful and validated that people wanted me and that i could be something so desired by them. i got deeper into kink and it helped with my shame i think but i still had that lingering shadow of men seeing me as an object.

it’s more than that though, object isn’t the right word. i can’t think of how to describe how awful it feels to know how many people will get off to literally anything i do. there’s a excerpt i can’t remember enough to reference. a woman can be smarter, that’s someone’s kink. a woman can be more masculine, that’s someone’s kink. a woman can try to be everything a man hates and someone will still touch themselves over it.

there is no winning. i can own it and be confident and not hold shame and unspeakable things will keep happening. i am powerless and not in a way i like.

i have labeled myself abrosexual now because of how often i go from thinking i’m asexual and sex repulsed to being hypersexual, bisexual or straight, and even aromantic and back all over again.

i don’t know what to do.

[ppersonna]

who’s your daddy? - jhs | thirteen

➸ in order to get over your hopeless crush, you sign up for DADDI, a daddy-dom dating site.  you can’t tell your friends, especially your best friend hoseok.  but as weeks go on, you’re desperate to meet the man behind the screen.

masterlist

thirteen- all yours.

warnings- oral sex (m,f), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, dirty talk, slightly degrading dirty talk, D/s, possessive dirty talk, fingering, cum eating, creampie, teasing, vibrators, praise

rating- explicit/nsfw/18+

a/n-Oh my god. it’s here.  it’s done. we made it.  we did it. pls let me know your thots. special thanks to @wwilloww​ for beta reading and @kookiesjoonies​ @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ for the hype. ily all.

With a few finishing touches, the room is set.

You’ve dimmed the lights, closed the blinds, iced the champagne and prepped the bed.

Your body is smooth, exfoliated, ready.  You’ve never scrubbed and shaved and plucked more thoroughly in your life.

You can’t help it. You’re excited and nervous and scared and hopeful.

You want things to work out with Daddy.  You want to see if there’s a possibility of a future with him.  You want to meet the man who set your entire being on fire.

And yet, 

There’s a longing.  A deep-seated need for one singular man.

Jung Hoseok.

He’s all you can think about lately.  While Daddy always lingers—is always there in the back of your mind, Hoseok is omnipresent.   You think of his smile, the way he held you so close when he kissed you, the jokes, the years of friendship that built into something so romantic and easy.   

Your heart thumps heavily in your chest as you think of him.  As you think of him sitting at home after you turned him down for the date this weekend, as you think of him wanting you and you’re… preparing to sleep with another man.

But you couldn’t think of that.  Not now, not here.

It’s now or never with Daddy.  You have to know.  Or you’d live the rest of your life wondering.  

Your phone pings with an alert.

I’m here.

Your heart rate increases and you nearly pace the floor of the expensive hotel room.

How should you wait for him? Standing at the door?  Hiding in the bathroom?

You settle on the bed, lying as comfortably, yet as sexily as possible, ensuring your cleavage is visible in the baby blue robe you’re wearing.

You suck in a breath.

It’s happening.

It’s really fucking happening.

Over the pounding of your heart, you can hear the keycard click in the lock, allowing access to the cardholder.  You can’t see the door, it’s down a short hallway, but you can hear everything.

The door opens, footsteps, then it closes.

Then, it’s silent.

Your lungs burn—you haven’t taken a breath in for what feels like years.

“Babygirl?” 

You exhale loudly, hands nearly trembling with nerves.

“Daddy?”

The footsteps move closer, closer, even closer to the end of the hallway where you will both become visible to one another.

And then,

He’s there, and you’re gasping out loud. Your world slows, your brain short-circuits.   Every vein in your body is screaming out, begging for the man that sets your world on fire.

Jung Hoseok stands at the end of the hallway in his finest slacks and button up, Gucci belt tying the look together—black leather bag in hand.  His eyes are wide as he drinks you in—as reality settles in his mind.

“W-what are you doing here?” You ask through shaky breathing.

“I-,” he begins, then clears his throat. “I’m Daddy.”

You can’t move for too long.  You’re stunned to silence and frozen to the spot on the bed.  

You don’t have to choose anymore.

You don’t have to decide who to choose.

The choice was always Hoseok—it was always him.

As quickly as you froze, you’re leaping off the bed and throwing yourself onto Hoseok’s body, hugging him as tightly as you can.  He wraps his arms around you as you bury your face into his neck, tears springing up at your eyes.  

He smells like heaven; you realize.  He smells like your home, your future.

You pull back to press your forehead to his, smiling through watery tears.

“It’s you,” you murmur.

He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat as he does so. “It’s me.”

You kiss him with all the passion, all the pent up desire, all the need you’ve held onto in your body for both men.  For Daddy, for Hoseok.  For the man who made you feel so sexy, and the man who made you feel so loved.  

And lucky for you, he is both.

He pulls away from your lips, his bright smile mirroring your own.

“We really thought we missed out on a date with each other at coffee,” he laughs. “And we were on the date the whole time.”

You pull him tighter and press your face to his shoulder to laugh, amused at how fucking clueless you had been.

“I thought you stood me up, but I ended up having the best time of my life with you.  I can’t believe how stupid we are.”

Hoseok nods, and as you lift your head back, he cups your cheek.

“I am so fucking crazy about you,” he admits. “And I’m fucking wild for baby girl.  And you’re both.”

“I really like Daddy, but I fell for Hoseok.”

His hands tighten around your waist, and he presses soft, gentle kisses to your lips.

“That’s brilliant news,” he speaks through kisses roving your face. “Because I’m both.”

He guides your body towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the soft surface and you’re sinking down onto the plush mattress. 

Hoseok kisses you so deeply, like you’re the only person left on earth, and your body feels like it’s been set on fire.  Every part of you is singing in rapture from the man’s touch. 

His eyes are black—pupils blown wide when he pulls away from you.  It makes you shiver to see the sunshine in his eyes turn into sin. 

“Lay down on the pillows, baby,” he whispers as he stands up straight at the foot of the bed.  

You obey him without question, without falter. You slide back until your head rests on the plush, expensive pillows. Your body vibrates with excitement, trembling with need.  Hoseok’s eyes observe you, dark and lustful gaze as he undies the cuff buttons on his shirt, and rolls up his sleeves. 

“Untie that robe, angel.  Show me what’s mine.” 

His words imprint in your mind. His.  

You are his, fully and without question. 

Shaking fingers pull the belt that ties your robe together. The silk slides apart and you open it slowly like a gift until you’re exposed completely to the sharp-dressed man fixated on your every move. 

His lungs feel tight as your perky breasts come into view. 

He’s seen them on his phone, jerked off to them nearly a hundred times, but now he knows that it’s you and his cock pulses in his slacks. 

Your nipples prickle and peak in the chilly hotel air, and his lips are itching to wrap and suck and pull on them until you’re quaking. 

You work the robe completely off of you, and throw the expensive garment to the floor as if it’s nothing, as if you wanted nothing more in life than to be naked for him at all times. 

His eyes trace up your long legs, soaking in each curve of your slender calves and thick thighs.  They trail to the apex of those luscious legs, and he nearly salivates. 

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he chokes. “Show me your pretty cunt.” 

Your face flushes, heat blooming in your cheeks—and yet you comply.  You’re unable to refuse. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Hoseok’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, affected by hearing your voice use the honorific.  It’s something he never thought he could have in his wildest dreams—you and baby girl existing within the same body.  He can be himself, fully, both parts of him—with you. 

Your legs part instantly, slowly opening up your most intimate parts to the man who makes your heart burn with need. 

He can’t stop staring as your pussy opens up to him. Your legs spread wantonly, knees up to the sky and hips open wide.  Even from the end of the bed, he can see the way you drip with arousal.  

“Look at you.”  His voice is reverent, speaking a prayer to your cunt as he descends onto the bed and crawls towards your open legs. 

“Look at this sweet little pussy—so wet for Daddy.” 

You nibble at your lip, watching him with growing anticipation that makes your cunt seep out even more. 

“All for y-you,” you agree, nervousness making your words shaky. 

He begins his journey to your body by holding each calf and ravaging them with kisses. He presses his lips up to your knees—before peppering gentle adorations to your thighs. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he intones. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.” 

Your eyes slip closed as you feel his adoration linger up and down your legs. It’s like Hoseok’s finished his pilgrimage to the altar of your body, and he’s here to offer his piety to you and you alone. 

He moves in further, allowing his fingers to trail closer to your cunt, tracing the moisture that has gathered up and down your slit with one finger 

“I’m gonna make you mine, baby doll.  All mine.”  He whispers the words like a prayer. 

“Yours, Daddy.”

He smiles. 

“And what’s your Daddy’s name?”

You gulp and shiver as his finger continues its teasing trace. It’s so light that it makes your needy core throb. 

“H-Hoseok,” you swallow. “Jung Hoseok.” 

His smile splits to a grin, and he rewards you with one fat lick of his tongue on your clit that makes you keen. 

“All fucking mine.” 

Your legs shake as you groan at his mouth that leaves you as soon as it comes. You need more, need all of him. You feel as if your core is burning, screaming with life. 

“P-please! Daddy!” You whine. “I need you!” 

Hoseok chuckles darkly, kissing the smooth skin of your mound and hips. 

“I know you do, angel,” he says. “And I intend to make you need me more before I give it to you.” 

Your back arches off the bed in a mixture of frustration and aching need.  Hoseok is determined to drive you to the ends of your wits tonight, make sure you’re literally putty in his hands by the time he fucks your desperate hole. 

He travels up to your breasts, licking and suckling marks on the full globes before he pulls your taut nipples into his warm mouth.  You’re whining his name, singing his praises as he nibbles and pulls on each bud. 

He spends enough time on each nipple they’re turning a crimson shade from his ministrations, and the skin of your breasts will bruise and be marked with love bites for days after. 

“My sweet baby girl,” he coos as he finally reaches your lips, kissing you sweetly as if he isn’t teasing your body within an inch of its life.

“I have so much planned for you,” he says as he kisses your face. “I can’t promise I will be this gentle all night.  Is that okay with you?”

His words stoke the flames in your tummy. You know Daddy can be hard, dominant, sadistic.  Knowing he’s Hoseok makes it even more thrilling, more intoxicating. 

“I want you—all of you,” you agree. “I want Daddy as much as I want Hoseok.  You’re one and the same.” 

He cups your cheek with a hand and tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear, eyes softening for a moment as he gazes down at you. 

“Then, you can have all of me.” 

One last sweet kiss is all he gives you, kissing you like you’re his one and only, his final. 

When he pulls away, his eyes are dark like an incoming storm you refuse to take shelter from. Hoseok and Daddy become one, and your body is screaming for the attention of the one who dominates you combined with the one who loves you in one singular body. 

“I think you still need a punishment for the way you spoke to me this week,” he tuts as he pulls away from your body to stand at the edge of the bed.  He remembers the bratty attitude you had as you messaged him, the way he had to put you in your place in your phone call.  He still remembers the way he could hear your soppy pussy squelch with the force of your fingers, and it makes him yearn.

Your doe's eyes simper at him apologetically, making his cock strain harder in its confines.  You’re the prettiest little submissive doll he’s ever laid eyes on, ever spoken to. Online, he fell for your sexual energy and passion. In person, for your character and your humor.  Both parts of you culminate into being precisely what Jung Hoseok no longer simply wants, but needs. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you speak gently. 

He retreats to the corner of the room where an elegant and plush armchair sits. He takes a seat and smiles at you, but the smile holds no sweetness in its meaning. 

“Come here, baby,” he beckons. 

As you’re rising from the bed and standing to walk towards him, he shakes his head and tsks. Your eyes focus on him in confusion. 

“Crawl.” 

You inhale shakily, head cloudy with lust as you comply and sink to the floor on your hands and knees. 

Hoseok crosses a leg over the other and watches you interestedly, a finger propping up his face in a laid back and casual sort of attitude that has your cunt dripping. 

He thrills as he watches you make your way towards him, crawling on your hands and knees for him.  He watches the way your perky breasts bounce and swing, and he is sure if he could see it, your pussy is dripping with arousal.  He can see it in the look in your eyes—the desperate need to be dominated swirling behind your seductress gaze. 

You stop at his feet and kneel in front of him, waiting for his word on what to do next. 

He’s silent for a moment and watches you.  So obedient. So good. His cock is begging for him to take it out and stuff it into you, but he’s patient. He has to be.  He doesn't want this to be a quick and rowdy fuck. That will come later in the evening.  He knows now if he drags this out, makes you cry enough times from orgasm denial, the one you’ll have when he’s finally cervix deep inside you, will ruin you for any other cock, any other man, for life. 

He sits upright, feet flat on the floor, and pats his lap.

“Lay over my knee,” he demands gently. “Put your ass in the air for me.”  

You shiver as you realize what’s coming.  Your body keens for the feel of his warm, firm hands delivering blows to each cheek of your ass. 

With delicate hands, you crawl up his legs and drape yourself over, bare tits pressed against the soft fabric of the chair, tummy on his expensive slacks. You lift your hips to extend your ass higher and Hoseok groans out loud.  

“God,” he sighs. “Such an obedient girl.” 

He spreads your legs apart so he can see the lips of your cunt peek through, so he can watch as your arousal growls with each blow like he expects it to. 

He lowers a hand down gently to rub at the smooth skin of your ass, tracing the globe gently. 

“Good girls who take their punishments get rewarded,” he reminds you. “... eventually.” 

He laughs gently and you shiver, knowing you’re in for a long night of delicious, pleasurable torture. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree and wiggle your ass slightly. “I want to be a good girl for you.” 

He rubs your ass for a moment longer, then lifts it away. 

“Then, tell me what you did to deserve my hand.”  

You swallow hard and close your eyes. 

“I back talked you,” you say. “And I was being a brat.” 

He hums in approval and nods, although you can’t see it. 

Instantly, his hand comes down hard on the skin of your ass, leaving a stinging strike on one cheek that makes you gasp. 

“You were,” he agrees as he soothes the red skin for a moment.  “And, what else?” 

You take a moment to catch your breath and gasp your response. 

“I didn’t believe you! I thought you stood me up.” 

He smiles as he remembers the coffee date with you, how cute you were as you sipped on shared drinks with him. 

Another smack to the opposite cheek now, just as hard and stinging as the first. 

The pleasure transcends the pain and the sizzle of the skin directs itself straight to your core. You can tell your cunt is juicing, perhaps even leaking onto the luxe fabric of Hoseok’s slacks.   You can’t help but moan and arch in his grasp. 

“Mm,” he sighs. “Do you like that, baby?  Does your pussy get nice and sloppy wet from getting spanked?” 

You can feel tears building up in your eyes as he brings his hand down again and again, the slaps echoing around the room.  

“I need you, Daddy!” You beg. Your core is burning with desire, aching for a touch. 

“I know you do, angel,” he says as he slaps your ass again, grunting with exertion. “I can see your greedy wet cunt, so needy for my cock.” 

He rubs another teasing finger down your slit and it feels like bliss, like torturous heaven. 

“P-please,” you cry. “I need you.” 

His fingers plunge into your wet heat, fucking into your tight channel.  Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the feeling of his thick fingers and your grip on the chair tightens. 

“Yeah, you like that?” He asks breathlessly. “You like Daddy’s fingers fucking your slutty cunt?”

Tears are pouring down your face, the pleasure so overwhelming that you can’t hold it back anymore. The remaining stinging pain on your ass combines with the stretch and thrusts of his fingers. 

“Answer me!” His voice raises slightly and you whimper in reply. 

“Yes! Yes, Daddy!” 

He uses his free hand to spank your ass again, hardest of all this time, while he continues to fuck into your desperate cunt. It’s overwhelming and your moans escalate in volume. 

“That’s right, slut,” he murmurs as he scissors his fingers inside of you, stretching out your hole for what he expects to be an endless night. “I’m the only one who can make this little cunt so juicy.” 

Your stomach tightens as you feel your orgasm building, feeling the sizzling heat of it swell from the tips of your toes and envelop you. 

“G-gonna c-cum, Daddy!” 

Hoseok becomes even more relentless, thrusting harder. 

“I don’t recall you asking for permission.” 

Instantly, he removes his fingers from you and gently encourages you to slip back to the floor.  You let out a sob as you crawl off his legs and down to the floor, kneeling in submission at his feet. 

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy!”  Your voice is shaky from having your oncoming orgasm ripped away from you.  

“Show me how sorry you are,” he speaks as he presses a thumb against your lips until they yield to him and open. “Show me you’re sorry by sucking my dick like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

You’re undoing his slacks before the words even leave his lips, trembling hands gripping the button and zipper to tug them down as far as you can. 

Your eyes widen as you see his expensive underwear bulge with what he’s packing. You know from photos that Daddy is impressive—thick and long. It flexes and slaps at his stomach in the videos he sent you of him jerking off to selfies of your tits. 

But now that it’s connected that it’s Hoseok, it’s almost like unwrapping a surprise as you pull the boxers down to reveal his hard length. 

He hisses as he feels the cool air, and his cock feels relieved at the freedom from confinement. It nearly pulses in excitement as he watches you stare it down, tiny hand coming to grip it firmly. 

“Shit,” he whines as your hand moves up and down the shaft. “Dreamt of this for so long.” 

Your lips curl into a smile and you rub the moisture beaded at the tip. 

“Dreamt of me or of baby girl?” You ask, coyly. 

“Both.” 

You nibble at your lip and return to stroking him carefully.  Your heart feels swollen with love, adoration, excitement at finally having the man of your dreams and your secret crush here, cock in hand.  You’re determined to show him just how glad you are to be the object of his desires. 

Your tongue darts out and licks gently at the mushroom tip, making Hoseok breathe harshly through his nose at the touch. You lick at the spot just underneath, where the tip meets the shaft, and Hoseok is gasping out loud. 

“Christ,” he whines. “Don’t be a tease, please.” 

Hoseok’s gentle nature shines through his dominance at your touch, his bravado momentarily slipping away from the pleasure.  You can’t refuse him—you don’t think you ever could. 

Effortlessly, your mouth opens wide and you suck in his length, moistening and swirling your tongue around him as you descend further and further down, all the way until his tip is forced at the back of your throat and your nose is buried in his abs. 

Hoseok’s eyes widen as he watches you—feels you take all of him in one descent. He can feel the back of your throat and knows you’re stuffed as far as you can take—perhaps even further—and yet you remain. His cock warms up in your hot mouth, tongue still anxiously working up and down whatever parts it can wrap and reach. His hand grips your hair at the back of your head gently, cooing praises as he lifts you back up with a gentle pull. 

“That’s my good little baby girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well.”  

You preen under his praise and as you resurface to the tip, your energy quickens as you bob your head and set a sloppy, slobbery pace. 

Hoseok watches you proudly, helps your head bounce on his cock with a firm hand on your skull. His cock has never been so hard in his life, and your hot little mouth is hitting spots that make him see stars. 

“Ahhh, fuck yes,” he whispers. “You suck my dick like you were made for it. My personal little cocksleeve.” 

His words flame like an inferno inside of you. 

“God, I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy, baby.  Bet your cunt was made for me too, meant for my cock only.”  

As if it knows, your core tightens and pulses around nothing.  

Hoseok watches you adoringly, eyes steady on you as your head bobs expertly. He maintains a steady stream of praise, dirty degrading comments about how good of a whore you are for him—comments that go straight to your cunt. 

He can feel his orgasm building and he knows he doesn’t want to yet, doesn’t want to cum anywhere but inside your hot, tight hole. 

He pulls up on your head, chuckling at your desperate eyes boring into his with confusion on why you’ve been stopped. 

“Go lie on the bed, baby. I need to get something for you.” 

You rise on weak and useless legs, doing as he asks and moving towards the bed and lie back on the pillows, watching as he digs through the black leather bag he arrived with.  He pulls out an impressive Hitachi wand that has you squirming on the bed from the sheer sight of it. 

He stalks towards you, predator towards prey, and lets the wand rest on the bed.  He slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and purposefully dragging it out to watch your eyes widen and body shake with anticipation. 

His body is toned and perfect, just like you thought—just like you knew.  You’re nearly salivating as he pulls his slacks and underwear completely off and his cock stands proudly against a background of defined muscles. 

“Holy shit,” you breathe.  

He loves this, is thriving off the fact that you’re just as enamored as he is. 

Before you can register, he’s crawled on to the bed and is hovering over you.  Your lips are a breath apart and you’re sure you’ve stopped breathing—stopped thinking about anything that isn’t Hoseok. 

The wand lays heavy in his hand as he flicks the switch on.  The powerful vibrations are near thunderous in the otherwise quiet room and your pussy reacts with no stimulation.  You can feel your slick drip out of you, down to soak the blankets below.  

“Eager,” he muses as your legs spread wantonly with no instruction.  “Look at your soaked pussy.  You’re making a mess of the bed.”

Your cheeks flame, embarrassed by just how desperate you are for Hoseok, but your embarrassment doesn’t linger.  Hoseok doesn’t mention it to shame you. He revels in it, euphoric at the idea that he alone can turn you into a cock-hungry whore.

He lowers the toy and scoots towards you, kneeling in front of your open cunt.   The toy is centimeters away, you can nearly feel the air between it and you vibrating.  It stills your breath, seizes your lungs.  

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks, holding the device from your folds purposefully.  

You nod quickly, too quick.  Your brain is effectively shutting down, only working with the parts that scream of need for his cock. 

He chuckles his amusement at your anticipation.  Your fingers are working their way up your body, dancing on your skin and closing in on your nipples.  Hoseok notices and smirks. 

“Play with your pretty nipples, baby.  Pinch ‘em tight until it hurts.”

To show your obedience, your finger snags a bud in its grasp, pulling up and twisting slightly.  The pain is more than satisfying.  It wrenches a groan from your lips, as you ache for him to close the distance of the vibrating toy to your pussy.

“Good girl.”

He leaves you no room to reply, simply uses one hand to spread your cunt open with his fingers, while the other presses the ball-head of the toy directly to your clit.  

Your body spasms in reaction, a litany of screams falling from your lips as your back arches off the bed and your legs convulse.  The vibrations on your anguished clit makes your entire body feel electrified—like he’s attached a live-wire directly to your veins.

“H-Hoseok!!” You scream.  Your cunt drips more, pools below you and Hoseok thrills in watching the theater performance you’re putting on for him.

“Yeah, you like this, baby?” He asks, voice gaining a hard edge.  “You like it when Daddy plays with your clit?”

Your eyes are lolling back in your head, the indulgence of the act on your needy slit turning you brain-dead.  

“I asked you a question, baby girl.  Don’t make me punish you.”

Your lips quiver.  You’re not even sure how words work, not sure how to form what you’re thinking with any language you can convey.  Your moans come out blabbering, gasping a mixture of his name and ‘yes’ and ‘please’.  

The licking flames of your climax expands, reaches up and strangles you with intensity.  Your legs shake even further and your cunt is nearly pouring out your slick arousal.

Hoseok can tell you’re close now; he can tell by your increasing volume, your shuddering body that your orgasm is mere minutes—no, seconds away.

And, he can’t let that happen.

He takes the toy away and turns it off just as your mouth opens in a frenzy to scream your bliss.

Your eyes fly open.  Your body screams in agony, in desperation to cum, and cum hard, at that.  Hoseok has brought you to the brink so many times and never lets it stay.  He wrenches you back down to earth, and you’re gasping for more, body clenching and quivering.

“P-please, Hoseok,” you whisper.  Your ability to speak is still pitiful, still nearly impossible.  Tears of frustration pool in your eyes and slip down your face.  You’ve never been so turned on, so on edge, so absolutely frantic for someone in your life.

Hoseok wipes a tear away from your eyes with his thumb, shushing your needy whines.

“You’re going to cum on my cock,” he tells you.  “You’re going to cum so hard around me, and no one else—nothing else.  Only me, forever.”

Hoseok has you—hook, line and sinker.  He’s captured you completely in every aspect.  He has your heart, your soul, your cunt.  You knew you’d fall fast when you met the right one, and now he sits in front of your weeping pussy and promises you you’ll never need another cock, another man, in your life.  And you believe him.   You’ll never want another again—you’re sure of it.

He crawls up your body and kisses at your tears, kisses your lips sweetly and waits until your breathing settles.  He knows the edging is too much, nearly agonizing to take, and he’s desperate to reward you for your tolerance.

His hand grips his cock, lines it up and rubs it teasingly at your soaked slit. The action alone makes him grit his teeth, loving the way your soppy cunt leaks your arousal for him and coats the tip of him. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight, baby,” he whispers. “Gonna show you who’s cunt this is.” 

You don’t speak—you couldn’t if you tried.  You’re absolutely spellbound by him, and lost in the way his cock teases you and rubs at your engorged, needy clit. It throbs with desire for release, for his touch.  He’s dragging it out, teasing you as much as he can. He knows you’re on the edge—that you’ve been near an orgasm the whole night and he’s yet to allow you one. 

“I need to hear you,” he states. “Need to hear you beg for me.” 

You swallow hard, trying your best to activate your mind to formulate the words you need.

“Hoseok,” you gasp, eyes widening as he continues to tease your hole.  “Hobi, please.”

He nearly loses it at the sound of your nickname for him, nearly gives in to you completely—but holds back.  Just a bit longer, just a few moments more.

“I need you so bad,” you weep as a fat tear rolls down your cheek—tears forming from how desperate you are and how captivated you are that it’s him, that he’s the one above you giving you the world.  “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

There’s no need to whisper a reply.  Instead, he finally, finally, sinks his cock into your drenched heat, groaning as your slick walls stretch to accommodate him.

Your back arches up and you press your body up into his, prickled nipples pressing into his bare chest that makes him shiver as he bottoms out.  

He’s still, only for a moment, giving your body a moment to adjust.  He knows you’re so wet you won’t need long—your cunt is primed to accept his thickness.  

He grabs your legs and opens them, throwing them over his shoulders so he pushes in even deeper.

He leans forward, makes your body bend, and kisses you deeply.  He kisses you with passion, with sincerity and longing.  He wants you to know you’re the girl he’s insane for—you’re the one.  

After he pulls away, he lingers close to your lips and smiles.  

“You’re mine, baby girl.”  

He slowly drags his cock back until it’s nearly completely out of your channel, before his hips snap and he fucks into you—hard.  

The pace he sets is punishing.  He fucks into you like he’s wanted to for years now, thrusts into you so deep that your body bounces with each push forward.  He watches you, watches as your mouth opens to gasp out screams and pleas.  He relishes in the way your hands grip at his biceps, hold on to him like a lifeline.  Hoseok is absolutely basking in the way your body blooms and accepts him, only him.  Your cunt feels like heaven.  It’s hot and tight and gripping him so tightly he’s sure he’ll cum without nearly any work.

His pace picks up, burying his cock into you hard and fast as he pushes your legs until your knees are up to your head.  He wants to watch the way your dripping cunt takes his cock.

“God,” he whines as he watches himself slide in and out of you, covered in your creamy slick.  “You take this cock so well.  You were made to be my whore, baby.”

You babble a positive response, try to tell him that your body was designed for him to use, to take and please as he sees fit.  

He continues. 

“This tight little cunt is all mine, only mine.  I’m gonna make sure I stuff you full of my cock every fucking night, baby girl.  Gonna be nice and fucked out every day of the week.”

The tears of frustration turn into tears of bliss, crying in rapture as they streak down your cheeks.  You’ve never felt so good from a fuck, from any hook up or relationship in your life.  Hoseok has taken you to another world, another universe where the only thing that matters is his dick filling you up to the brim, and how close his body is to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts as he feels his orgasm work itself up.  “Can’t wait to cum inside this fucking pussy every fucking night.”

He grabs the Hitachi wand that’s lying on the bed and flicks it back to life.  He grins as he sets the head back onto your clit and watches as you jolt even higher in response. 

He can feel the vibrations against his cock as he fucks you and his mind spins.  The sensation, tied with your sticky, slick channel sends him reeling towards the edge.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he demands.  “Show me I own this fucking pussy!”

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as it washes over you.  All sound leaves as your back arches off the bed one final time and your cunt clenches down impossibly hard around his length and convulses wildly.  Your orgasm hits you like a hurricane, battering down your body with its intense waves.

Hoseok watches in wonder, eyes wide as you cum harder than you have in your entire life.  He’s mystified by you, by how responsive you are to him.  It only takes a few more hypnotic pulses of your fiery pussy around his cock to send him skyrocketing towards his own climax.

His cock pulses with the intensity of his ropes of cum.  Your walls accept him, coax and milk him to spill more and more and more, until he’s filled you up past your breaking point.  It paints and coats your walls, pools in your womb, and he’s desperately crying your name as he grips your thighs.

The return to earth from a combined, world-shattering orgasm takes a few minutes.  You struggle to catch your breath and focus your blurry vision.  Hoseok struggles to keep himself upright and falls to rest on top of you, only holding himself up slightly to keep from crushing you.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper meekly.  “I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

Hoseok chuckles a weak laugh and presses a kiss to your ear, too lazy to lift his head.  

“All for me.”

You smile and let a hand rest on his back, grazing the toned muscle gently with your fingertips.  He finally lifts his head and stares down at you.

He looks so beautiful there above you. The remaining light from the night sky sparkles in his eye and he stares at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.

And to him, you are.  You’re everything and more.

“It’s you,” he sighs, still unbelieving that the girl of his dreams is the girl of his fantasies too.

“It’s you,” you echo.  

There’s time for speaking later, time for adding everything up and confessing and planning.  

For now, as Hoseok catches his breath, he crawls his way down your body to your spent cunt.  His tongue peeks out of his mouth and kitten-licks at the drizzling cum that seeps out of you.  You squeak in overstimulation, but spread your legs further open to encourage him.

“You’re all mine.”  

He’s not sure if he’s telling you, or reminding himself.  

Hoseok laps into your hole, licking and suckling at the combined juices.

“Yours,” you moan.  “All yours.”

And Hoseok intends to make sure you never forget it.

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The Scourge Of Homophobia: How It Affects Life in the “Straight”-”Gay” Dichotomy

Note: This blog is based in the United States. Keep this in mind as you read this post, as it is reacting to phenomenons within the country, and may not reflect situations in other parts of the world.

The dominance of homophobia is a reality of our modern existence. It is reflected in our media, everyday life, and modern philosophical thinking. It has become something that is inescapable, as it is dominant in countless areas of life. In fact, it finds its highest fulfillment in the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy, which is based on the following homophobic idea: that same-sex attraction and behavior is an anomaly.

Merriam-Webster defines it as “irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or homosexuals”. Yet, everybody knows that the reality involves much more. For those who identify as “straight” (especially if they are Christians), it involves having antipathy toward same-sex activity or attraction, either outwardly or subtly. It often involves shunning otherwise benign cultural affinities to avoid being called “gay”; for men, that would include avoiding briefs, artistic pursuits, musicals, and the like. It means having to constantly be on guard against anything perceived to be “gay”.

Those who identify as “gay” may think that within that label, they have finally escaped the imposition of homophobia. Yet, that is simply not the case. As shall be seen, the scourge of homophobia has real effects on both sides of the “straight”-”gay” dichotomy, and distorts life into grotesque shapes.

How Homophobia Affects Christianity And “Straight” People In General

In the Bible, love is considered the single largest building block of Christianity. In fact, the entire religion was founded on an act of love. John 3:16 says it clearly: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (New King James Version).

Many other scriptures impress upon Christians how important love is to the faith. They further show how Christians should love others. For example, 1 Corinthians 13:13 says the following, when speaking of things that are eternal: “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (English Standard Version) Galatians 5:23 goes further, when speaking of the fruitage of the holy spirit: “…the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law.” (New King James Version)

1 Peter 1:22 is particularly interesting. In that verse, the Apostle Peter tells his fellow Christians to “love each other deeply with all your heart.” (New Living Translation). The Greek word translated “deeply” (“ektenōs”) is a physiological term signifying the stretching of a muscle to its furthest limit. In other words, it means such love must be stretched to its furthest capacity, should be intense and blazing, and must be absolutely unsparing in its intensity. After all, how would they die for each other if they loved each other less than that? Note also that no distinction is made regarding genders, and whether love between Christians of the same gender should be different.

Lastly, 1 John 4:8 gives a hard verdict on the importance of love in Christianity. I shall quote it, since I can’t improve on its wording: “Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” (New International Version)

Given all of the above, let’s look at how homophobia affects that love.

In short, instead of enhancing Christianity, it warps and twists it into a strange contradiction.

As has just been shown, the Scriptures tell us that love between humans must be abundant and overflow, since as Romans 10:13 tells us, “love works no ill” (American King James Version). However, homophobia tells us that love isn’t entirely a force for good. Rather, it tells us that if we dare spend our love on the wrong party - in this case, the wrong gender - it can become a deadly weapon causing divine wrath. In other words, in the eyes of Christian homophobia, love is a tool of both God and the Devil. As a result, while Christians are obliged to embrace love, it must be a guarded and restrained embrace, knowing it can become evil at a moment’s notice.

Thus, in contradiction of 1 Peter, homophobia encourages love to be stifled in its expression. It encourages people to irrationally scrutinize to whom they display their love, and how they display it. People must constantly ask if hugging or embracing their same sex friends is too much. They have no choice, because that contact may uncontrollably propel them to manifest that love in its highest form - within the erotic realm.

At its logical conclusion, homophobia tells us that even gentle affection for one’s own gender is dangerous. As a result, we would be safest if we didn’t feel even friendly affection for our own gender. That’s the only way people could be safe from such “evil love”. It creates laws against love (in contradiction of Galatians), and suggests that in certain circumstances, love can be downright evil.

What is the end result? The sense of brotherhood that is essential to Christianity is mocked, sabotaged, and undermined. Brotherhood can never exist without a base of love, and homophobia considers that base suspect. Brothers in faith must guard against loving each other “too much”, so that such love doesn’t become poisonous. They must scrutinize how they manifest what little love they share, in even the most innocent of actions. A hug, a pat on the back, or a hand on the shoulder may be suspicious actions. The very same thing may exist between sisters in faith.

Indeed, homophobia actually makes love a dirty word, and one to be regarded with some loathing. After all, in the world of homophobia, love can be dangerous and harmful, and can bring wrath upon a congregation who tolerates it. Because of this, a declaration of love between Christian brothers or sisters must be closely watched, because of the harm it could pose to everyone if it passes certain boundaries.

At its very core, homophobia is entirely an anti-Christian phenomenon. This is because instead of enhancing love (the central tenet of Christianity) in all its forms, it declares certain kinds of love evil and tries to eradicate it. This is why the embrace of homophobia by modern Christians is strange and contradictory: by doing so, they are actively supporting the perversion of their own faith, and are ultimately hurting themselves.

However, the effects of homophobia aren’t just limited to the Christian world. Instead, they extend to the entire “straight” world. While homophobia may not reach the extremes found within the Christian world, same-sex activity is still viewed as abnormal, and similar suspicion is displayed towards it. Because of this, just like those in Christianity, “straight” people in general exercise incredible restraint in how much they love each other, and how that love is displayed. By extension, they likewise are wary of physical contact, even with an arm on the back. Thus, whether a person is a Christian or not, same-sex activity is suspect in the “straight” world.

How Homophobia Affects the “Gay” World

Those who identify as “gay” may think they have escaped the imposition of homophobia. However, perhaps they don’t fully understand the central idea of the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy - that same-sex activity is an abnormality. Both the “straight” and “gay” sides fully accept that extremely homophobic idea. Their main difference rests in how they react to that idea. The “straight” side accepts it and distances itself completely from same-sex activity, even from things supposedly related to it. Meanwhile, the “gay” side accepts it, and uses it to guide its own philosophies on same-sex activity.

In other words, internalized homophobia within the “gay” world is not a random occurrence. Instead, internalized homophobia is one of its pillars, because of the “gay” side’s embrace of an very homophobic idea.

An prime example is the embrace of anal as the highest fulfillment of same-sex activity. It should be noted that its embrace is very recent. Until the 1970s, anal was taboo even within the “gay”-identified community. As such, anal sex was historically not considered the “sine qua non” of same-sex activity. In fact, it was more considered a cross-gender act, since the penetrated male was “acting like a woman”. Thus, how anal became so important during the 1970s begs many questions about the modern “gay” leadership, and what it stands for.

This is especially so when one studies LGBT media, particularly any concerning anal sex. This is shown in a Youtube video by “bi”-identified writer Zachary Zane, entitled “Can you be Gay/Bi and not like anal sex?” Inside the video, Mr. Zane protests that the anus is not “this chocolate soft-serve that’s leaking s— all over the place”. After saying that, he then admits that with anal sex, “s— happens, literally”. He then describes the first time he had anal sex, where he was utterly disgusted and horrified at seeing feces on his penis. However, by the third time he did anal sex with his partner, they “just washed it off and kept going, because it’s not worth it to stop having sex…because you’re afraid of a little bit of poop getting on you.”

The point is this: while advocating anal sex, Mr. Zane just described disconnecting himself from his innermost sensibilities, for the sake of his label. He basically forced himself to like something that he found disgusting, and submitting himself to what he considered degrading. In a choice between respecting his own natural feelings and having “real gay sex”, he chose the latter. Thus, natural affinities and repulsions must be disposed of, since they apparently pose an obstacle toward expressing love in “real gay sex”.

However, what does love have to do with acts that degrade? Why does love require submitting to acts that are repulsive? Doesn’t this violate the universal principle, as stated in the Bible, that “love works no ill to one’s neighbor [or lover]”?

Mind you, in the end people will do what they want. However, the messaging of the LGBT leadership and media is on an entirely different level. Their message is that anal sex is the “bread and butter” of same-sex activity, and is a necessary act for same-sex lovers. In other words, in their minds, the highest fulfillment of same-sex love is an act that is dangerous, degrading, and usually quite painful. It makes anal penetration a systematic requirement, which is very different from a personal choice.

It can only be homophobia that motivates that sort of message. It’s the only way that the leadership feels the highest fulfillment of love is an act that actually insults it. Furthermore, it can only be homophobia that motivates people to submit to such an act, and not feel that they deserve better. From what can be seen in the video, engaging in anal sex requires submission that would be unacceptable elsewhere, and a conformity people would rebel against in other areas of life.

Another example involves the language used within the LGBT-identified community. Within the community, it’s not uncommon for men to call each other “girls”, “bitches”, “pigs”, “whores”, and the like. It’s also not unusual for men to call their anuses “manginas”, “manpussies”, “pussies” and other words that liken the anus to the vagina. For women, they may call each other “dykes”, “bull dykes”, “baby dykes”, when “dyke” originally referred to men.

In using this language, those people may think that such usage isn’t homophobic. However, these words really reinforce a derivative idea of the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy: that men into men aren’t really men, and women into women aren’t really women, no matter how strong or weak that attraction might be. Rather, under this mindset, men into men are psuedo-women, and women into women are pseudo-men. Thus, by using this language, they cooperate in undermining their own identities as men and women, identities which are rightfully theirs. By extension, they also support the dichotomy that oppresses them.

Perhaps the pinnacle of this is the recent embrace of the word “queer”. This word is being increasingly used to describe all people who are attracted to their own gender. However, the meaning of the word “queer” has always meant “strange or unusual”, and that meaning is still present today. This original definition inspired its application toward non-”straight” people, particularly after the 1950s Red Scare, as same-sex attraction was perceived as weird. By incorporating a slur in their language, these people are inadvertently supporting this historically unprecedented idea.

In saying this, I’m aware that there are many “queer”-identified followers on this blog. In saying all this, I have no intention of offending them or belittling them. However, as a friendly suggestion, I urge them to really think about the label they have adopted, and whether that label is desirable given what was just discussed. Ultimately, it’s up to them whether they want to continue to use the label.

As a result, in so many ways, homophobia shapes and molds the “gay” world as it does the “straight” world. As a result, those in the “gay” world should not be surprised at the more blatant displays of internalized homophobia. This is because internalized homophobia is in the DNA of the “gay” world, and as such exerts incredible influence.

Conclusion

It’s known that homophobia exerts a lot of influence in our world. However, many people may not realize how much influence it exerts, or how it influences daily life. As you have just seen, within the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy, its influence is inescapable.

In fact, the very existence of the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy is an artifact of homophobia. This is because of the idea that the dichotomy is founded on: that same-sex activity is an abnormality. It thus declares that people attracted to the same gender - to any degree - is a minority that is fundamentally different from other humans, and imposes an artificial separation within humanity. This disregards the fact that same-sex attraction is a majority phenomenon, and always has been.

This point must be made clear: nobody wins in the “Straight”-”Gay” dichotomy. If one is on the “straight” side, their sexual expression is heavily circumscribed. Within that camp, “straight” boys feel compelled, as expressed by the Man2Man Alliance, to say “Yes to a girl and No to a boy; when they’d rather say Yes to a boy, and No to a girl.” The inverse happens with “straight” girls. They also feel compelled to restrain themselves from activities and habits they might enjoy, for fear that such activities will make people label them as “gay”. For example, for boys that might include wearing briefs, dabbling in the arts, wearing pink, and the like.

If one is on the “gay” side, they feel compelled to follow a highly specific form of same-sex activity, where drag, gender-atypical behavior, and anal play are considered essential. As it is for the “straight” side, it stifles one’s personal expression; if they are not interested in such, they may soon find themselves ostracized. It also requires that they think of themselves as odd or unusual, which introduces all sorts of psychological issues that are unnecessary.

It becomes clear then that, in an unusual feedback loop, homophobia and the dichotomy sustain each other totally. That loop must be broken so that we can have healthy attitudes on same-sex activity again.

Thus, I also encourage you to read “The ‘Straight’-’Gay’ Dichotomy: How It Works”, to fully understand how that system functions. I also urge any who read this to go to “For Straight People (though not exclusively)”, which will point to philosophies and forms of same-sex behavior that don’t hinge on demonstratively false concepts. Don’t be afraid of talking about what you learn to others.

In this way, you can hasten the end of this institutional homophobia, and as a society we will be much freer. Then, the world will be freely tied together in bonds of love that are male-male, female-female, and male-female.