A Moment's Rest

Trying realllllly hard to focus at work but I’m really just thinking about having my head shoved down into pillows and my back forced into an arched position as I’m railed into next week <3

I just wanna be a dumb dog whose job is to be used for others pleasure, yk?

What a slobbery little pup you are, huh? Always drooling over one thing or another... Usually it's me that makes you drool though, isn't it? I wanna hear you say it. Tell me "Goddess, you make me drool sooo much" like the airheaded mutt you are.

And you know what that drool is perfect for, runt? I'm sure you do. Now get to it...

*click click!*

Good puppy.

Puppy has a crush, and it worsens every time I see her. She cooked me lamb roast and drank wine with me. I've literally been wined and dined. She said that kissing is weirdly intimate to her as well as holding hands, and she held my hand and kissed my cheeks and neck. We talked for hours, and she even paused one of her favorite movies to talk and tease me. My brain is fried. This girl is way too pretty for me. She likes holding me, and her lips are soft. I want her to hurt me, I want her to crush my windpipe. I want to feel that softness melt away into base desire, but I also long for that softness. I want to take it slow and steady and go at a more relaxed pace than I'm used to. Idk what I want, except her tbh.

This is the back panel for the first vest! I've never actually tried to make a vest before so I'm really excited to reblog with more stuff :)

I based this off of a poem I saw while scrolling Pinterest, and I couldn't find any credit. Idk if that means op wrote it or they just didn't credit the person who did, but if you do know who wrote it, let me know!

my dream polycule is just a big community of faggots that I can love on and lay with and smoke with and cook for and garden with and suck off and who I can paint and draw on, who I can fuck and who can fuck me, and idk man. I just. I have so much love in my little body, and not enough time to give it all away

because, honey. if i don't hurt you you'll crave it and you'll go get it from someone who doesn't have your best interests at heart like mommy does. this is for your own good. look mommy in the eyes. i said look your fucking mother in the eyes. good girl. now. repeat after me. "i consent."

I cannot stress to you enough how much I need to be a prize. Am I being clear. You can rape me, snuff me, beat me. Hypnotize me, brainwash me, mindwipe me, anything. But it needs to be special. You need to feel proud of it, because it was me. There has to be something you like about me. Maybe you think I'm hot. Maybe you like my writing, or think I'm kind, or smart. And whatever you do has to be claiming ownership of that. Maybe you ruin my looks for everyone but yourself. Maybe you keep me away from everyone, so my kindness is just for you. But no matter what it is, it has to be made special for you. Because its me.

I'm totally normal about this

I love when you can tell a tgirl is sooo proud of the cute little tits she has grown on e. You want to show them off in that little top, darling? Why don't we just pull it up? Now you can really show them off. In fact, we should get rid of the bra too, shouldn't we? Let me do it, I'll hold your arms. See? Now everyone can see how pretty they are. Don't be embarrassed, this is what you wanted, isn't it? Your nipples are so hard, look at that, you slutty girl... We should let people touch them too, that way they'll really feel how much they've grown. Be polite now, no reason to get shy. I don't care if they're too sensitive, baby, we say thank you when people play with our tits, don't we? Good girl. Just take it.