cottonsox

I really hate how sometimes I'll spend several hours working..

I really hate how sometimes I'll spend several hours working on a fucked up, kinky drawing or animation then loose interest in finishing it once I've had a wank to the half finished concept

IRON COCK part 2 incase you forgot, the gentlemen in this st..

IRON COCK part 2

incase you forgot, the gentlemen in this story has taken a supplement that prevents them from reaching orgasm

The last golden light of the evening drained through the window and the room glowed with the dim neon-esque light of purple sky and red clouds. How much time had passed? An hour? Two? Was it even the same evening? Time jumped forward without continuity, his brain couldn’t hold on to anything anymore.

Mercifully, her mouth popped off the head of his cock, a thick trail of saliva and precum strung behind the tongue which had spent the last 20 minutes tormenting him, and he was able to think again.

“You’re so cute” She purred. He managed only a muffled grumble in reply; suddenly re-aware of the used panties stuffed firmly in his mouth. His jaw ached. “Did you know that you squeak like a girl?” Her hand gently stroked up and down his shaft whilst she mocked him, tickling his skin with a painfully gentle grasp, “You do, you’ve been squeaking and squealing this whole time. It’s very exciting”. Her statement was punctuated by a harsh kiss to the boiling tip of his cock; much to his embarrassment, he heard a muffled and very girlish squeak echo in his ears. “Are you a girl? Hmmmmm?”

His right eyebrow twinged as his pride objected. “How dare she?” Said his Ego, “You’re not a girl! She’s the girl! What are you doing?!?” What was he doing? This was no state for a MAN to be in! He should be on top! SHE should be the one helpless on the bed wailing as HE overwhelmed HER! How could he let himself lie here and be the subject of this- this, HUMILIATION?! “Yes!” The Ego agreed, “You should get up right this instant and show her who the GIRL is!”

“Oh?” She chirped through a smirk. His face had scrunched in lazy determination. The ribbons around his wrists had long since untied themselves yet his hands had remained obediently above his head for hours, now they stirred. Her pussy twinged  in excitement; she was either about to get the ever-lovering shit fucked out of her or she about to completely break him for the evening, either outcome made her heart flutter. “Did my dildo not like being called a girl” fluttering eyelashes peacocked her taunting. “A pretty, cute little giiiiirrrrllllll?”

“THAT’S IT!” He screamed to himself in his head, “This Brat’s going to get destroyed!” Every muscle in his body ached like he’d been fighting for his life, pure will powered his jellied arms as they drew to his chest. Scowling, he rolled his shoulders and tensed his stomach to sit up-

Towering powerfully, staring down with a controlling dominance, she tightly gripped the head of his long-tormented penis and sent him tumbling back into the sweat covered bedsheets with a whimper.

“Ooo, such a big strong man” She pinched his nipple playfully, relishing his cries and wriggles, “You gonna fuck me? Hmm?” Her free hand trailed down his glistening chest and stomach whilst her tongue circled his other nipple, “Gonna put silly little me in my place?” Her pussy slid down his leg leaving a trail of her cum whist she kissed, nibbled and sucked down his torso, the hand holding his dick twisted gently like she was polishing a doorknob. “Come on, why you just lying there? Come fuck me up”

He gave up, she could do anything she wanted to him.

The adrenaline had kicked in for her, she went a little manic.

With one hand possessing his cock, the other hurried between her own legs, she unleashed a barrage of taunts and sucking kissing over the exploding tip of his dick.

“Fuck me up”

Smooch

“Get up”

Suck

“Why aren’t you?”

smack

Suddenly she throated his whole length, savagely fucking her own face whilst staring him down possessively. He could only squeak and squeal like a good girl.

Her throat then her lips unsheathed from his pulsating member; panting, heart pounding, she stared down at him, her manic filled eyes twinkling in the last light of dusk. The grin of someone who just resolved to ignore the voice of common sense and hesitation glowed across her face.

“Don’t move” She quietly ordered, quietly he obeyed, heart pounding in the way it only does when you’ve submitted yourself completely.

He watched as two wet fingers withdrew from her cunt and disappeared between his own legs. His stomach wriggled and his eyes bulged as he suddenly felt the tickling, pleasant violation of slender fingers around his arse-hole. Her eyes transfixed on what she was doing were wide in surprise. He felt himself opening for her and saw her mouth open in disbelief.

He closed his eyes and tried to make sense of the new sensation, invasive, degrading, violating, her fingers felt huge inside his abdomen, It felt incredible. Then her fingers curled up to press against his full and frustrated prostate and the world went white.

Once his vision unfuzzed, he looked down to see the eye’s of someone who just discovered their new favourite thing.

“Do you like that?” She whispered. He wanted to say no but didn’t have the energy to lie. “Make that noise again”, He didn’t understand the order until he felt her fingers curl inside him sending the room flashing white again.

She reached down the side of the bed, two fingers still deep in his arse, grabbed her vibrator, stuck it inside herself on high, then got comfortable between his legs ready to spend some quality time with her favourite person’s prostate. Without another word, her mouth and free hand returned to the work of bullying his cock whilst the other hand tested how swollen his prostate could become, all to the melody of his muffled, girlish shrieking.

Kitten update (She is alive)I was hesitant to talk too much ..

Kitten update (She is alive)

I was hesitant to talk too much about her because I don’t want to seem like I’m dramatising it for content but at least some of you have vocalised care and concern so I think it’s deserved that I give you an update.

Barbarossa, because She’s such a super special girl, has a rare congenital cyst on her intestine.  Now, I don’t know exactly what those words mean because I am of a simple mind but my understanding is that she’s got a big lump in her tummy that was there from when she was born yet shouldn’t be there and is making her poorly. 

Lot’s of scans, more different kinds of scans and then surgery led to this discovery; unfortunately it’s not just a rare, but an especially difficult example of a rare condition. Because of where the cyst is, it couldn’t be removed without risking fucking up her pancreas for the rest of her life. So she survived the surgery, had the critical issues fixed, but the cyst is still in there like a little bomb that could make her very ill very quickly at any moment. 

The vets are working on a plan to help her; apparently it’s ALL the vets. The surgeon told me that because her condition is so rare and complicated and because she is so cute (he genuinely said that), the veterinary communities that I have learned exist on WhatsApp groups and such are all trying to help her out ;_; 

It’s a pretty epic and touching story really, she’s a little fighter; a really, really little fighter. The runt of the litter with death trailing her. Yet she’s so full of life, seeing her fight so hard to live makes others around her want to fight for her too. Now with all that support, even if she’s not cured, she’s got more time. Her story goes on, it’s beautiful.

Hopefully she will be coming home later today for rest and cuddles. Thank-you to all of you for sending good wishes her way, I love you

I did a comic about the start of spring and how much it suck..

I did a comic about the start of spring and how much it sucks but I had executive functioning issues and it's now mid-spring so this is a bit outdated.

ANYWAY, I'm not saying that I want to be throat fucked by a big fat stamen till my face is mess, or licked all over by a big, wet, hot, slimy tongue; nor am I saying that I want more than just my sleep schedule utterly ruined by a ultra-fat time-wiener, BUT, I made this comic mostly for funnies and despite that my pussy gets a little excited so I guess I'm a freak :3

Also my kitten is having surgery today and may die so I'm kinda messed up about that aha

Love you

Now, you probably know I am not one to enjoy the sight of my..

Now, you probably know I am not one to enjoy the sight of my own body; most the time I perceive myself as a horrid fish head strung up on a coat-hanger wrapped in ham, but I gotta confess that I am really pleased about the sheer might of my butt right now, I often see a horrid fish head strung up on a coat-hanger wrapped in ham that’s got a GREAT ASS

I’ve been working out, doing the squats and the lunges and the hip thrusts and all that, and boy of boy does it add some SHAPE. Tech-boy has been using my butt as a pillow almost as often as my butt has been using his face as one. Honestly, I am jealous because my Butt looks very comfortable and soft and I want to lay on it.

Maybe I should do a cast of it? I could form a Silicone replicant of my behind for pillow uses. Yes, That’s a good idea.

I got a fancy dress and did a fancy photoshoot. Well, it’s n..

I got a fancy dress and did a fancy photoshoot. Well, it’s not really a fancy photo shoot, I just had a picnic in my back garden and took photos of myself but it’s fancier than my usual photoshoots because I was wearing a fancy dress. It makes me feel like a book character, or a dolly or something such. Sometimes I wish I were a dolly for real; a lot of the time I feel like a dolly, helplessly at the whims of other people, something to play with and break and fix and dress up. Perhaps if I were a dolly I wouldn’t feel so unusual for feeling like one. Maybe I just want to feel normal, It would be nice to feel like Alice more often than I do.

Anyway, if I were a dolly of yours, say, a 1/6 scale, what would you do with me? Would I be a pride of place display model? Or would I be in a jar?

Here it is. I think it speaks for itselfThe music is from “T..

Here it is. I think it speaks for itself

The music is from “Throw it back” by Brandon jamar Scott on YouTube, he’s a genuine genius and I highly recommend getting his deranged beats stuck in your head

Oops now I need to actually record techboy twerking Full dis..

Oops now I need to actually record techboy twerking

Full disclosure, this whole thing was his idea and he's so happy about this, he just wants to share his booty shaking, bless him

If this message gets 500 likes I will post a video of tech-b..

If this message gets 500 likes I will post a video of tech-boy throwing it back

Look how good my bum looks in these work out leggings. It's ..

Look how good my bum looks in these work out leggings. It's coming to eat you, silly teeny weeny man, yes I'm still thinking about that

I'm thinking about teeny weeny people again. When I was litt..

I'm thinking about teeny weeny people again. When I was little my favourite film was Thumbalina (I'm not googling how to spell it) and I also remember getting jealous of Stuart Littles fake mouse dad because he got to eat a huge nut.

Anyway, I wish I was teeny weeny so I could snuggle up on someone's testicals like a warm, fleshy beanbag and watch Task-Master

Thinking about his butt, my clit is sore but I keep going 😭

Thinking about his butt, my clit is sore but I keep going 😭

I'm have one of those days where I just want to lay in bed a..

I'm have one of those days where I just want to lay in bed and masturbate till it's over but I'm out of AA batteries 😟

Does anyone else carry a hidden burden of all the things the..

Does anyone else carry a hidden burden of all the things they've seen that turned them on but most definitely should not have turned them on?

Like, 🍑💦🙁 no one can ever know about this

Techboy made me jump by banging his erect penis against the ..

Techboy made me jump by banging his erect penis against the inside of his trousers like a drum, he won't be laughing when I inflate my pussy and blast them like the bag-pipes right in his face later

I've been working out my ASS. Do you like my ASS? I think it..

I've been working out my ASS. Do you like my ASS? I think it's looking pretty juicy, I've been picking up things with my cheeks for fun. Also, panties

I love you

Iron Cock - Part 1“Frustrated yet?” She giggled, gently gyra..

Iron Cock - Part 1

“Frustrated yet?” She giggled, gently gyrating her hips in a painfully perfect circular motion so the soft, wet flesh of her pussy twisted round his straining cock like a silk tourniquet. “You /look/ frustrated”

Lay on her single bed, bathed in the golden light beaming through her thin curtains, arms tied with ribbons to the cheap head-board, he groaned bitterly as yet another stuffed animal rolled onto his face. ‘Ultra endurance mega max’ sounded great on paper, ‘last longer than ever before’, he didn’t think he needed to take a pill to perform well enough in bed but she /insisted/ he try it. She only told him after she’d tied him down that it was essentially an edging pill, He’d be unable to cum un-till it wore off. 

“Mmm, it feels so big and angry inside me”. It was big and angry; painfully so. Every nerve in his dick was firing on full power and he could literally feel the pressure of his swollen prostate burning in his gut; the overwhelming intensity he was used to feeling for only a moment before the euphoric release of orgasm had extended into a mind melting agony, it was only through pure force of will that he wasn’t manning and wailing for mercy. “Feels so good! You’re just my Dildo now, aren’t you? Dildo?”

She loved him. He was gentle, considerate, fun and had a great cock he wielded well. Best of all he made her feel loved. That was new for her. It made her feel a little possessive, just a little, and somewhere inside her she felt a little embarrassed about that. ‘How dare he make me NEED him?!’ was the sentiment that motivated the occasional bout of sexually inclined punishment she felt compelled to inflict; a compulsion she indulged in simply because she knew he loved it when she did. It made him feel wanted when she claimed him like this.

With a pleasured grin she lent forwards slightly and arched her back so his bulging cock pressed right against the good bits inside her. “such good Dildo you are” she purred, grinding herself and looking down at his flustered face. He was so cute, face puffy and red, eye’s watering and strained, lips tightly drawn to keep the flushed moans from slipping out, so determined not to give away how utterly overstimulated he was yet lying there so perfectly obediently while she used him. The glint of defiance in his eyes as he look up into hers made her smile then push a small pile of toys gently over his head, “Dildos don’t have faces” 

She traced her fingers delicately up his inner arm, enjoying the contours of his firm muscles and vibration of the violent shiver it caused him. The ribbons tying his hands were symbolic, if he wanted to he could pull himself free in an instant. She found it very exciting how those big hands and strong arms, which so many times before held her helplessly pinned under him, could look so weak and useless by just a few suggestive words from her mouth. 

“My Dildo!” 

She began to ride him faster. From under the pile of teddies, muffled moaning; her tight cunt pumping his cock was too much for him to hold it in any more.

“OH FUCK, I- I-  CAN’T-“ He began to shout but was quickly silenced by two little fingers slipping into his mouth, which he began to suck on.

“Shhh, I’m gonna cum on my Dildo now” She murmured with a husky whisper, bracing herself with her free hand on his chest as her hips slammed wetly and wildly against his. Her building moans were drowned out by his guttural throat rumblings; his entire body felt as raw as an open wound but with pleasure instead of pain, his cock screamed and throbbed like it might literally explode, his mind completely wiped of anything but the desperate and impossible need to cum while her pussy pumped and twisted and tightened in it’s own building climax

“OH FUCK NNNNnn~” her hips tensed up and her cunt crushed his dick as it tried in vein to milk the cum out of it, a tiny squirt of juice spat out onto his groin and he groaned like a dying man. “Fuck, oh fuck” She breathlessly muttered, a little bead of sweat rolling down her freckled nose, “I love you”. Her pussy twitched happily around him as she greedily dragged her hands down his torso, leaving scratch marks without even meaning to. 

He was in a state. Practically blinded by the sudden light, the teddies over his face were knocked aside and a new wave of terrible exstacy assaulted him; her cool, soft body pressing against his and her tongue delving into his mouth. Her tongue rolled against his like a tentacle facing his very brain, her fingers rummaging in his hair could have been a thousand tongues slobbering his cock.  He was unstuck in time, the soft pull of her slit slipping off of him made him wail, he felt her whisper in his ear “Good boy” at the same time as her mouth lick its way down his chest. 

The air cooled his dick, numbing it slightly, almost enough for him to gather himself. Then he felt her soft hand around it. Her mouth was close enough that he could feel the warm air of her breath when she spoke “That’s one, How many times do you think I cum before you do?”

He could only throw his head back and wail in pleasure as her lips suckled their way down his cock.


This is part one of a series, got the creativeness inside me right now.

If you have any filthy suggestions for where this could go, please comment them! I LOVE YOU XOXO

Most the stuff I’ve written and drawn then shared on the int..

Most the stuff I’ve written and drawn then shared on the internet has been cautiously curated, you know? I have a rather creative mind and a lot of sexual trauma, my mind-scape is wide and deep with perversion. Obviously there’s terms of service that provide some usually quite vague rules to follow which I have mostly managed; there’s also some unspoken, I suppose you may call them expectations. 

There’s a lot of sexual concepts that I personally enjoy that I just don’t see out there all that much porn wise, you know? So here’s a little sample, testing the water, probing the reception. There’s layers to this, there’s a message deep up in there.

Anyway, if you like it I will go deeper, thicker, only if you like it though.

It's been suddenly quite chilly round here, winter seemingly..

It's been suddenly quite chilly round here, winter seemingly isn't willing to leave without a fight. It's nice to have a reason to light the burner though, the radiant heat feels so nice on my bum. I've been working out my bum, i think it's looking quite pert, what do you think? Can you think of any thing else that might feel good on my bum?

Last night Tech-Boy had a bit of a go at me, a feral and som..

Last night Tech-Boy had a bit of a go at me, a feral and somewhat deranged go. Firstly he held me down on my back and fucked me, blew a load inside. Then, after a brief rest he sat me on his dick and bounced my butt till he blew again, spanking me periodically I might add. And then, after I thought that two times would surely be enough for a Sunday night, he spoon fucked me and shot a third load inside my poor, by then slightly raw pussy.

Whilst I loved it, I didn't love having a constant slow dribble of cum running out of me all night onto my freshly changed bed sheets >:(

So this morning when he brought me a cup of tea I decided to rub his face in the mess he made like a naughty dog. I didn't let him out till he'd cleaned it all up. It's the only why he'll learn.

I’ve been working out! You may not appreciate how much of a ..

I’ve been working out! You may not appreciate how much of a big deal this is for me; I used to absolutely love exercising, it makes me feel good and it makes my body function correctly, I get nicer skin and just all around its good for me and my being. Then I had the bad times… you know I spent pretty much the whole summer of 23 in bed because I couldn’t bring myself to leave it? Oh how far I have come!

Anyway, I’ve been doing kegel exercises. Incase you don’t know what that is, it’s my PUSSY MUSCLES. Several times a day for the last couple of weeks I’ve been training them, clenching and unclenching, straining and tightening. I don’t know this prior but it actually can sort of spontaneously feel orgasmic, which is brilliant.  I can just sit there completely innocently, stealthily masturbating with my pelvic floor and no-one knows :3 

 I want to have the strongest pussy. I crave for the cunt an Olympian, a twat which can chew off a dick, a slit which can split wood like a hydraulic press, a pelvic floor which can bend iron. So far, it’s defiantly paying off; I can grab techboy’s dick quite snuggly, to the point where he almost cries from the gorilla grip of my girl garden. It gives me a feeling of power… but not enough. He takes it as a bit of a challenge, I got him with it just once by surprise a few days ago and he came in about 10 seconds. I just wrapped my legs around him and ground my hips while he groaned “what the fuck!?”. I snickered with pride at my clear victory in battle, but the war was not over. He rallied himself by the next evening.

I smirked watching him ease his cock inside me, his eyes filled with determination. I struck hard and fast, clenching my cunt with all my strength, wanking his cock with my hips; I underestimated him. I was the spry newbie boxer, flying out of the corner going for a quick knock-out, he was the seasoned veteran on the defence waiting for me to tire myself out behind his gloves. I was overconfident. I glanced my eyes down in mild alarm as I felt my grip weakening to see his dick as hard as diamonds and still well and truly inside me. He’d left about an inch or two out, I looked up to see his eyes no longer determined but vengeful, then he placed a hand lovingly around my neck and hammered me with those extra inches until my pussy lost all sensation and I was a braindead mess slumped in a puddle of squirt.

So, one-all right now. I will learn and adapt, he will not win and I will en-slave his dick to the service of of my overpowering pussy.

I am super sorry that I haven’t posted in a week, I have had..

I am super sorry that I haven’t posted in a week, I have had the flu. Well, I still have it and it is not fun. It’s extra annoying because Tech-Boy, being the Diabetic Dude he is, wen’t and got his flu jab in September and so he had just a couple days of fatigue and is now fine while I suffer on. At least he’s kind enough to take care of me while I slowly die.

Honestly, this happens every year and yet I still don’t ever go and get the jab like a good girl; truly clinical trauma is a Bastard. 

I always feel bad making posts without any photos which is why I never updated you but I got some and now I will perish. Wish me a quick recovery, I Still wanna take some better picks as Velma :(

For years people have been telling me I look like Velma. So ..

For years people have been telling me I look like Velma. So I finally went and got myself a little costume, which I think I pull off fantastically. Now all I need is a man dressed like a monster to stumble across me looking for my glasses on all fours like I don't know EXACTLY what I'm doing .

Anyway, I took some weak and lazy photos. I wanna do something better with this. Ideas?

I took some pictures for you, I wanna write about them but I..

I took some pictures for you, I wanna write about them but I'm having some kinda writing funk right now. I want a pizza

Hello you beautiful people and other such things. This is an..

Hello you beautiful people and other such things. This is another sort of blog-y post; I meant to let you all know last week that I had to panic idly do my tax returns and so I would probably post less but I fittingly was too overwhelmed to remember to do that and I feel bad about that now, I even made a little comic to compliment that un-posted post but it’s irrelevant now, oops. I’m sorry. But good new’s is that it’s all done and I can stop worrying about doing it and move on to worrying about if I did it right and if the tax police are going to unexpectedly come round to repossess my arse and titties or whatever they do. 

Honestly I’m still quite blown out by the whole affair and I would start writing about it but I doubt you want to read about my struggle to force myself to do something both painfully boring yet terrifyingly high stakes. It could be the theme for some kind of indie horror film though now I think about it, it could be called “Tedium” and feature a protagonist who must complete a series of increasingly boring tasks while an un-seen and unspeakable entity leans over them, instantly punishing any sign of distraction with violent and shocking retribution. I’d definitely watch the first 10 minutes of a film like that on Netflix then get distracted and switch to something else.

So, what else has been going on? I made my bedroom nice finally; that’s not very interesting but I have taken some nice photos in there. Uhh, I tried drawing again after taking a huge break but I got bad feelings and I haven’t been able to finish anything much more than a doodle… I’m trying to eat healthy but I had a Great White tier shark week and only burgers and butter could stop me from doing the murders… Oh and Bonnie (My cat) got an eye injury and TB dropped everything he was doing right away to take her to the vets like a good Cat step-daddy. He’s a sweet-heart. I had a shower! Call me a good girl for washing!

Tell me what’s going on with you. I know I suck at replying to comments but I do read them all and I love hearing about your lives, anyway, LOVE YOU XOXO

You know, when I first started posting pictures of myself on..

You know, when I first started posting pictures of myself online of the lewder variety, I was only going to post my feet. It felt kind of safe, I have nice little feet, people who liked feet like them and several people who didn’t like feet in general were surprised and disgusted to find they did like mine. I personally do not understand the appeal, but I do like stepping on dick. 

Feels nice, like stepping on a big squishy worm or a fat slug. There’s just no way of treating a penis with affection when it’s under your foot or between your feet like a sausage in a bap. It’s like, “Yeah! Stupid dumb penis! Get squashed! NYEHEHEH”, quite a little power trip for myself.

 I am curious though, those of you who like feet, what are you thinking when you look at them? Is it as simple as the sight of appealing feet bringing unexplainable arousal, or is there a a fantasy that is provoked? I’d like to understand because I was initially going to write a little foot teasing erotica but I just don’t think I understand what’s exciting about feet and foot jobs well enough to do one. So let me know, INSPIRE ME!

Anyway, How’s the year treating you all so far? It feels like every year lately has just started with catastrophe; not personal catastrophe, my January’s are generally quite peaceful, but like, world event catastrophe. I don’t want to bring up anything specific because maybe people don’t want to be reminded of that stuff but if you’re out there and going through hell, I’m thinking about you and wishing things work out in the end and I also love you.

I’m going to be a little more tied up that usual for a bit because TikTok is getting banned and I now need to start the tedious task of preparing to move all my videos and stuff to whatever new platform everyone decides they want to collect their personal information… or at the very least I need to coax my Tech-Boy into doing all that for me.

I love you, Take care XOXO

I have a butt, it’s a good butt I think :3 I’m not the only ..

I have a butt, it’s a good butt I think :3 I’m not the only one who thinks it’s a good butt either, which is very validating. There’s this one guy who, upon seeing my butt, cannot control himself. I need only roll over and flash him with the light of my full moon and he transforms from a gentle boy playing nerd games next to me into some kind of ferocious pussy devourer, a rapid tongued cunt delver, a squirt vampire. It’s very nice.

One of my favourite things to do is to expose my tender hills then tell him no touching. Obviously I do want him to touch me eventually; I know it, he knows it, that’s the game though. It’s so fun watching him wrestle with the demon inside, how he stares at me with increasingly feral eyes , how his composure slowly erodes away till he’s flailing at me and grabbing at his crotch. Just teasing him, testing his self control, smiling at him and periodically flashing more and more of myself, poking out my tongue with mouth wide open then playing dumb, sticking a finger inside myself to waft under his nose, little naughty things. When he’s somewhere between a man and rabid wolf, that’s when it’s the best time to set him free.

It’s hard to describe in words the mix of thrills that come from giving yourself over to a monster of your own creation; Being the one in control of the tempo then suddenly just laying back and accepting the fate you designed, like some kind of sexual take on throwing yourself off a tower you built. He will leap on me, grip his big strong hands tightly around my hips, pin me down into the sheets with clenched arms then stuff his fat tongue as deep as it can reach inside my slit. He’ll suck and lap my juices like he was dying of dehydration, then beat the ever-loving shit out of my clit with his mouth. Doesn’t even matter that my top half is unrestrained, the only part of me he cares about is stuck firmly around his tongue and the rest of me is just attached to it. I can’t do anything but lay there and become his dinner, watching him devour me like a slobbering dog wolfing down carelessly unattended ice cream. It’s great :3 

Once he’s had his fill he’ll raise up like a sea monster, dripping and wet and eye’s wild. It’s fortunate I’m always so wet by that point because I don’t think my pussy would survive the rapid, long and deep cunt smashing his raging cock delivers otherwise. It’s just desserts for teasing him I guess, having my legs bent up so far I feel like a pretzel then getting my insides mashed like potatoes whilst he bites my neck and shoulders just a little too hard. The smacking and slapping of his hips against my arse will suddenly sound all together wetter, slopping and squelching, the squirt pumped from my body with every unrelenting thrust, I strain out uncontrollable groans and think about how I forget to put a towel down, again. With an inhuman howl he’ll throw back his head and thrust one, two, three, four last times, crashing all his body weight behind a dick that has swelled just a little bit bigger. It’s painful in a good way, tenderising my baby chamber before a laser of burning hot cum finishes me off and he pulls out leaving me a dripping, gasping, sweating mess laying in puddle of sex.

The cutest thing is how he always seems so embarrassed afterwards. “I don’t know what came over me” or something to that effect, making sure I’m okay, kissing and holding me in the safest way. Somehow he still hasn’t realised that this is all by design, which is great because it makes it really easy to convince him he should clean up all the mess. I get to sit all comfy and watch him change my sheets and bashfully dry the mattress with the hairdryer. It makes me want to flash him some more :3 

I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately, lately being th..

I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately, lately being the last few years and a lot being 2 - 3 each and every night. Is that normal? I always assumed that most people bring up nightmares every time they have one, which is not that often; I, on the other hand, only feel the need to bring up nightmares when I have a particularly troubling subconscious late-night picture show… a feeling I can’t act on because the content of such dreams is not suitable for work or for life in general.

It must be so nice to bore the pants off someone telling them about your “weird dream” where Captain Planet was cheese and time went upwards, oh and Jeff from that place a few years ago was there and he was also your mother. I can only watch peoples faces curl into disturbed disgust as I recall my night of redacted where redacted in fire made of images of my own screaming face; oh and there was a puppy but it redacted. 

No, in fact I only tell people about my rare non-horrific dreams, which are inexplicably still on level with most peoples nightmares. So for the most part, I present like everyone else in terms of dream disclosure. I don’t talk about them except for bringing up a rare socially acceptable nightmare, packing the rest into my increasingly cramped “don’t think about it” box . It makes me wonder how many other people are out there, silently suffering through broken sleep every single night, fitting in is such a burden.

It’s a few nights after Christmas. You rub your eyes, itchy ..

It’s a few nights after Christmas. You rub your eyes, itchy from staring through the week long dissociative episode you just snapped out of; The dread of the season has mostly been excreted and now only a few smears are left to wipe way. 

You’re warm and snuggly, sunk into the familiar pillows of your sofa, inexplicably dressed in loose cotton pyjamas. The scent of fresh laundry mingles with the golden aroma of burning logs; a gentle knocking to your right draws your attention. A bulked mass of tartan is hunched packing wood into the fireplace, slowly a grateful peace floods the room. A warming glow and soft crackling.  

Without a word he leaves to clatter in the kitchen whilst you collect your marbles, then he returns smiling reassuringly and hands you a steaming hot turkey sandwich. Turkey, sausage, gravy, cranberry sauce and butter. Perfection. You eat it like you don’t remember eating for a full week prior as he sits down to cuddle up next to you. 

Silently you share the moment, aside from him chuckling while showing you a photo of a knitted buffalo bill he found on reddit. It did look like a Femboy with blue stockings, you agreed.  It’s quite difficult to imagine ever feeling any more content than you did right then.

It is sudden but welcome when his hands slip around your waist then slide your pyjama trousers down, trailing kisses down your legs to your feet, then trailing kisses back up again. 

If heaven were a place on earth, it would be on that sofa, with a tummy full of turkey, submerged in the warmth of the fire, listening to the ambient sounds of the crackling fireplace and his lips gently smacking around your clit.

Merry Christmas Everyone ! I love you all

Merry Christmas Everyone !

I love you all