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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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Hey guys you know cnc isn’t just “rape roleplay” right? Giving your husband permission to initiate sex without asking is cnc. Asking your gf to wake you up with a bj is cnc. Agreeing to down a bunch of drinks before you see your friend and have sloppy drunk sex is cnc. Suggesting your partner surprise you with one of your sex fantasies is cnc. “Forced” roleplay is totally cnc obviously, but so is any time you’re giving consent to a sex act that you won’t be able to explicitly consent to in the moment. Acting like that’s not the case shows a concerning misunderstanding of what consent is and how it actually works.
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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last night i got high with my friends and i couldn't stop thinking how would it be like if they both decided to use me💓
they would encourage me to take a hit after hit, asking me questions to keep me talking so i don't notice how they started touching my arms and naked thighs. they would smirk at each other and one of them would start kissing my neck and slowly move higher so he can insert his tongue into my mouth and sloppily make out with me. when i'd melt into a kiss too much, the second one would grab my jaw tightly and turn my face to him so harshly i'd moan. he'd kiss me so aggressively i'd have drool sliding down my chin. after they had assaulted my mouth by turns, one of their hands would go to massage my braless tits and the other would dive under my dress to tease my clothed pussy. it was such a sunny day, truly a waste not to wear a sundress.
"mmm, no, stop," i'd breathe out between kisses.
"come on, pretty. let it go. we just wanna play," he'd say while rubbing lazy circles on my clit. i'd sober up a little when i'd realise what's happening.
"guys, seriously, this joke is not funny." they'd grab both of my arms that i'd try to weakly push them off with. one hand would lower the dress strap to let out my naked breast, the other would raise my dress to get a better access to my pussy. i'd feel a finger entering me.
"hear that? that's how wet you are. so don't lie to us because we know how much you want it." he'd put his soaked fingers into my mouth. "moan for us nicely, okay?"
with a mouth sucking on both of my tits and me drooling around fingers in my mouth, i'd ruin my panties while my still clothed cunt came from my clit getting abused. still dazed from weed and the latest orgasm, they'd take off my clothes and get me on their lap, sandwiching me between their big chests. one of the dicks would penetrate me fully, without a warning and effortlessly because of my dripping, swollen cunt. he'd bounce me on his lap, bottoming out with every thrust while i hang on to his shoulders overwhelmed. after a few thrusts he'd pull out and suddenly i'd feel another dick going inside my pussy from behind. two violent thrusts, he'd pull out, and the first one would enter me again to give me out to the second one after a while. they would use my hole by turns, sharing it like it's nothing. they'd laugh when i start moaning and writhing out of their teasing, grabbing my ass and forcing me on their cocks.
when one of them becomes impatient, he'd lube up his fingers and whistle when they enter my asshole without a problem.
"how many dicks been in your ass already?" he'd ask, fingering my hole while i'm still being impaled on a cock.
"n-none," i'd moan out and he'd spank my ass roughly.
"don't lie, whore. only sluts have assholes this loose." he'd spit on my hole while the dick in my pussy was getting drenched from my juices.
"the bitch likes it! this pussy got so tight," would say the one ruining my cunt.
"the bitch likes being reminded what a whore she is?" he'd tug on my hair. "bet i don't even have to be gentle, then." he'd press the tip against my hole.
"no, please-"
"please what? please fuck me? please make me squirt? please ruin my little holes? stupid whore can't even say what she wants. don't worry, darling, gonna fuck you till you pass out."
when i'd finally have both of my cunt and ass filled, they'd find their perfect rhythm - while one dick is bottoming out, the other is pulling out, making sure i'm always filled with cock. an arm from behind would reach out for my neck, squeeze tightly and straighten my body, speeding up his thrusts.
"you like it, slut? like having two cocks inside you? sure you do, baby. nasty whores like you dream about having all of their holes filled with dick. say you're our set of holes made for our cocks." i'd mumble unntelligibly whatever they'd want to hear. "thank us nicely, toy, and cum on these cocks once more."
i'd cum over and over while they do with me whatever they want, hearing "this bitch is gone" and "i love when they go dumb".
they'd let me out for night bus, with panties absolutely drenched from their multiple loads dripping from both of my holes<3
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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“Stop crying and take it.” hot!
“Keep crying it’s getting me close" F̷̹̤̣͇̼̹͕̅̋̔͝Ū̸̢̜̦̬͂͛͊̔͘̕C̷̣̩̮̭͚̑̅̾̊̆K̸̤͆͗.
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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Need a partner that tells me to touch, even when I'm not in the mood, especially if I'm not in the mood, because almost immediately I start to feel less angry, less argumentative, all the irritation or stress I feel starts to be a bit harder to focus on, the second i start to touch. Being so distracted by suddenly feeling nice i dont notice them start to soften their voice, slowly dropping me into trance, until i accept that i should always touch when they tell me to, because they know best
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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now imagine ripping my clothes off and shoving me up a wall so u can finally teach me a lesson in what happens when sluts like me try to tease u and get u frustrated for no good reason. and how u will punish them ♡
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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Can’t stop thinking about being physically overpowered and fucked, but being praised and reassured that it’s okay, that I’m being such a good girl. I’m stuck under his weight, his hands on top of my head, keeping me pressed down and against his chest as my fists weakly try to push him away or hit his back, until I eventually just give up and take it.
And ugh, crying… He’d pull away slightly to see my face turned to the side, buried into his arm and my eyes shut tight - submissive, trying to hide and wait for it to be over. My cheek, wet from tears, would have hair stuck to it. He’d gently brush it away and wipe my face. “Aww you’re okay, I’ve got you, I’m going to take care of you,” he says as he continues to slowly pump in and out of me. But despite gingerly wiping my cheek and cooing to me, his cock only gets harder and his rhythm quicker as I cry…
“I’m sorry but I need this baby… You’re doing so good…”
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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Story Ideas
HI LOVELIES! I have these two ideas for a book and even though I've literally never actually gone through with writing a single story idea I've had, I like to think some day I may actually do it. So I'm going to give you two synopsis' and you all are gonna tell me which one you'd like to read better.
1: "She's still alive." Is the first clue Solis got after the police declared her twin sister's disappearance a cold case. Of course she already knew Luna was alive but she had nothing to back up her belief, until now. Clue after clue leads Solis deeper into the rabbit hole but the thing about rabbit holes is, you never know what you'll find on the other side.
2: After their roommate is killed 3 unlikely friends decide to join together to figure out what happened. When a mysterious man arrives in town and begins involving himself in their investigation they can't help but be suspicious of him and his motives. The trio decide to partner with the stranger, much to his disdain, and this partnership could mean life or death for all of them.
Feel free to leave any questions/comments and PLEASE let me know which seems more interesting based on the synopsis. Or if neither do, please give me feedback!
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Janet Fitch, from “White Oleander”
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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sorry I forgot i'm alive Can you please repeat the question.
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wildflowers-soul · 2 years
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touch yourself and think about me
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Men were sending love letters in the middle of wars and we’re settling for boys that think reassurance is too much effort ? The bar is in hell.
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Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women
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