Thoughts On Bimbos?

I would rape each and every one of my followers <3 you’re all just asking for it, and I know you wouldn’t even complain if a woman twice your size had her way with you.

Pathetic little slut. I’d love to taste the cum dripping out of your cunt while you beg for me to stop

Looking longingly at my fireplace and the poker next to it.

You know, speaking of re-branding...

This is all I’ll ever want

Might’ve cried a little

Thinking about having her in my arms <3

A quick hug, just because.

A warm embrace to remind her that she’s loved.

Holding her for as long as she needs, minutes or hours. Enveloping her with warmth and safety, and feeling her relax in my arms. Noticing the tension leaving her muscles, offering her comfort when life gets too much.

I want her to be able to let go of everything, just for a moment. To create a space where she’s safe from the worries and the stress. I want to shield her, not just from all the negativity in the world, but from every bad feeling or thought she might have.

Let my arms be the gateway to comfort and safety. Let me make you feel loved and cared for.

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talking a girl through it while she begs me to stop,

"oh baby i know... i know... i know it hurts but youre doing so good for me..."

talking a girl through it while she's sobbing and her body is recoiling from forced orgasm after forced orgasm,

"it's okay baby you can take it, can you take it for me ?"

when her brain is corrupted and perverted and she can't think straight any more, she cant move her body anymore without your help and she cries out

"yes i can take it... i'm yours to use-"

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nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

Meeee!!!

This is the vibe or in like better terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

being bullied by a girl i look up to is all the attention i deserve

Oh, angel.

Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.

You poor, sweet thing.

But suddenly, there she is.

Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.

She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.

"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."

And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."

Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.

So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.

"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."

"Always."

I just realized that I didn’t have annon questions on yall should get on that and give me horny material plsplspls

I just need this bouncing back and forth in my head before I make any decisions

Just a stupid girl

Your thoughts don’t matter. Not now. Not when you‘re with me. And you are always with me. You belong to me. Your mind is soft, baby. Empty. Just how I like it. You were never meant to think—thinking is for people with purpose. You? Your purpose is to be used. You are existing to be fucked dumb. My pretty little thing with a pretty little brain that melts so easily when I talk like this. You don’t need opinions. You don’t need ideas. You just need to listen. Obey. Feel. Your head isn’t for thinking. It’s for holding still. It’s for taking what I give you. Your mouth, your throat, your brain—none of it was built for anything but this. You know that, right? Deep down? You were made to be dumb. Made to be owned. Thinking only gets in the way. And look at you now. Already slipping. Already soaking. Because you like being told what you are. You like not having to think. Let it go, baby. Let it all go. No thoughts. No resistance. Just my voice. Just this. Good girl. That’s better. That’s perfect.