#weedings

[afterdarkftm]

Being fingered by someone under a blanket while you're watching a movie…. whispering filthy things into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand…..

[dentpx]

I’m actually kind of amazed how many people do not understand this concept

[marxism-transgenderism]

I want it to be a smoke weed at work day. But there have already been quite a few smoke weed at work days this week. So I'm unsure

[curioscurio]

[raspberriebabie]

i like the idea of being so high that all i can do is lay there and fucking take it. cock down my throat or in my pussy or ass, bruising me, biting me, whatever you want. use dildos or vibrators or try to fist me or shove wine bottles or fruit and vegetables in my cunt… talk to me however you want, call me a slut and a whore or treat me like a doll or your little girl or whatever you want… just use me.

[the-sweet-abyss]

can we both get high and make out sloppily against a wall? it's hot and messy and clumsy but that doesn't matter, we're all giggly and way too handsy anyway and it doesn't even take long for one of us to start grinding on the other, sooo desperate for stimulation because our cloudy brains only function on pure fucking lust

[your-internet-bf]

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."

[war-forged-storms]

I know that some people get very nervous around the idea of having sex while under the influence, but don’t worry, I’ll guide you.

You can come sit on my lap and I’ll hold your cup or can or whatever and help you drink it down, all while my other hand feels you over your underwear. We’ll go nice and slow, I won’t slip my fingers into them until you whisper in a drawl that you want it. If you really struggle with it, I can take the sip of your drink or take the shot for you and spit it into your mouth through a kiss. That way there’s less thinking work for you.

You can take an edible or something and I’ll slowly start to go down on you while you’re in a nice and hazey. If you’re comfortable with smoking, maybe I’d let you take a few hits off my joint, or again I can shotgun them to you, make even getting stoned something out of your responsibility. Just lay down and let me make you feel good.

I’ll tell you everything I’m doing and everything I’m going to do. I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable and care free as you can be while I work orgasm after orgasm out of you when you’re in your own little world.

[handweavers]

the dichotomy between the "immigrant" (someone from the global south who moves to the north) and the "expat" (someone from the global north who moves to the south) makes me feel fucking crazy. a white person who moves to asia is an expat but an asian who moves to the west is an immigrant. & how those terms are politicized and assigned class statuses, like the word "immigrant" tends to imply a blue collar worker (even if that isn't the case) while "expat" implies a white collar worker. the associations with "expat neighbourhoods" in asian countries is very very different from those of "immigrant neighbourhoods" in western nations. also how "immigrants" who dont assimilate are seen as "failing" and bad, lower class, a burden on society, etc. whereas "expats" not assimilating into local culture is expected and viewed as a sign of their higher status. the double standards are so insane

[nateconnolly]

Every single fact about epilepsy sounds like the Lord was five weeks into a bender when he created this shit. If you have epilepsy, you're more likely to be gay. And autistic. You can fight it by eating a fuck ton of mayonnaise. Or by smoking weed. There are more than 60 types of seizure and every single one sucks ass. Only five percent of epileptics are sensitive to flashing lights, but every single able-bodied person on earth thinks it means you spasm when you see a disco ball. Dostoevsky had it. Chipotle Mexican Grill designed meals for anti-seizure diets. Most people who buy those meals have never had a seizure. Wearing blue sunglasses can help. Hippocrates was the first person we know who thought that epilepsy happens in the brain. Hippocrates from Oath.

[afterdarkftm]

Sexting me while Im out with friends?

Absolutely you should do that

[pissed-whizard]

my blog is a gateway drug to cooler and better blogs (my mutuals)

[bbearbutch]

Oh, to get a cute person high and hazey so that they're even more sensitive and puppy brained. They dont even bother hiding their face or desperate moans. You openly enjoy being fucked stupid. Such a pretty pet drooling into the mattress

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[prettylittle-420slvt]

fuck, something about being fucked doggy style while high is so fucking mind melting to me, y’know? just having my face shoved into the pillows and mattress while I lift my hips to display how wet I am, just being so vulnerable and needy for someone to come along and stuff my cunt full while all I can focus on is my high <3