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Orgasm denial through repeated edging activates your hypothalamus where your basic animal need for sex resides. When your hypothalamus is activated, thoughts that cause worry, anxiety, and shame that have been programmed into your prefrontal cortex are effectively muted.

If you have a noisy brain this is one of the best methods to silence it and it also has the delightful added effect of turning you into a brainless, cock-obsessed fucktard.

@spiraleyezer

I'm a cis guy who used to think he was a trans girl and I'd absolutely love showing you my dick 😋

i'm a straight girl who used to think she was a lesbian and i'd love to see your dick :3

One of y'all really went all out. About two months ago I met up with a dyke who DM'd me on here, after we found out we lived near each other. She's in her late 20s, and is really working hard to sell the "I'm secure in my identity as a lesbian" thing in public. Her blog is totally woman-oriented, too. (There are no pictures of her face on her blog but she's got a stick and poke of interlocking Venus symbols on her hip that's visible in a few pics of her incredible ass.)

And she UHauled with her partner around August, a stone butch who works on cars for a living. They live in a two bedroom with another roommate, and this girl's sex drive just flatlined like a week into living together. It was, like, a problem, she and her girlfriend were getting in way more fights that weren't about that but were definitely about that. So this girl started digging around for something that could help her get turned on. And that's when she found dykebreaking, and it worked hard.

She started having sex with her partner again, just secretly imagining that she's a man. She'd scroll a bit in the tags on Tumblr to get herself in the mood, and she'd fantasize about someone with a big cock just breaking in and taking her girlfriend's place.

But the hit started to die down just reading the stuff, so she escalated. I believe she DM'd a fair few people, and this was right after I set up this blog, after that first little patch of posts. (Btw probably realistic to expect my posting to be completely sporadic, I fade in and out of the mood to share my conquests with an audience and it's hard to write them when it's not getting me off.)

We talked for a couple days, and she'd been DMing people for over a week, when she decided to step things up a little harder and tell some people she was DMing what city she was in. And, as it happens, we lived pretty conveniently close to each other. You don't even have to change trains on the subway.

She talked about coming over every day. She'd text me after her girlfriend went to sleep to tell me that she'd only been able to cum thinking about sneaking out after and riding my cock. I told her what my address was and she told me that over the next few days she'd been masturbating just looking at it.

And then she showed up at my apartment. No heads up, no planning. I wasn't even home—somebody let her into the building, she was just sitting on the floor by my door, reading our text thread, dressed like she was trying to get raped at a goth club. Doc Martens, black and purple thigh high socks, a pleated black miniskirt, and a flannel held closed with one button over a fishnet top. She did not have a bra on under it. She also really did her makeup—purple lip, eyeliner, etc.

I invited her inside, shut the door, and told her to bend over against the couch. I lifted up her skirt, and confirmed both that she hadn't worn panties and that she'd had her cunt waxed. I've seen enough peeks of bush on her blog to know that that's not normal for her—she really fucking made a cosmetic appointment to prep for showing up unannounced at my home.

I started to finger her, while I asked her about her day. She told me that at work an older man had come in and asked her for help, and she had butterflies in her stomach the whole time she was walking around with him. By the time she got him checked out, she knew she had to get this out of her system that day. Her girlfriend wasn't gonna be home till late so this was the chance.

I made her cum with my fingers a couple times before taking out my cock, and sliding it into her. She screamed. She fucking threw it back, impaling herself on my cock over and over. I grabbed her throat and pulled her up, bending her back. She's very flexible—I've been enjoying taking advantage of that.

She had considered herself a gold star lesbian—she'd had cocks inside her before, but only by rape, which she said didn't count. After I came inside her, I put my fingers in her cunt again, scooped out some cum, and put it in her mouth. Then I asked her how it felt to lose her star, and she said, technically, she hadn't consented to any of that, so she was still in the clear. Hearing that, I pushed her onto her back on the couch, pulled her legs apart, and raped her again.

She's been coming back for a few hours' rape two or three times a week since then. Last Thursday she showed up while I was fucking a girl from the local dyke scene who, it turned out, was good friends with her partner. After I came inside that girl I had her get up on the bed and bent the cheating Tumblr slut over and had her eat the cum out of her girlfriend's friend's pussy. (I haven't written about her yet—it's a tamer story than most of these, but still a good time. She didn't know about my blog, until Tumblr slut told her after that round. Wound up leading to another round.)

I know cheating slut's been looking forward to seeing her story turn up on here. I bet the partner's friend is gonna enjoy it too. Lmk in the comments if you think you know who it is 😘

There’s a natural order to things and it feels right when you don’t fight it.

We are to dumb to think for ourselves, so men should think for us

Know Your Place

Men are Men and girls are girls. It really isn’t that complicated.

Men are protectors, Men are creators, Men are leaders. Men take charge and tackle all problems head-on. Men are problem solvers and after a defeat, they just get back up stronger and fight even more dedicated.

girls, on the other hand, are nurturers. We are caretakers, we are nest builders and we are followers. We need structure to flourish, we boundaries to build a garden Eden within.

Men give orders and girls obey. That is how we complement each other. One doesn’t work well without the other.

i hope you recover from internalised feminism

i hope you recover from all those mean, boring feminists telling you what to do

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to serve men

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to suck dick

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to get fücked like a rag doll

i hope you learn to love the feeling of being on your knees again

i hope you learn to love fantasising about getting pregnant and having babies again

i hope you learn to love wanting to be a trad wife, trophy wife, maid, secretary, cook, cleaner (anything where you willingly submit yourself to a man’s natural authority over you)

i hope you feel brave enough to roll your eyes when those mean, boring feminists start running their dumb mouths again

because we know the truth, don’t we, little gender traitor? little pick-me girl?

that you are a hole

to be filled with instructions, cock, and babies

you weren’t meant to do things that are difficult or complicated like those mean, boring feminists say

you were meant to beg for male attention

because being submissive, doing as you’re told, being popular with boys is so much easier

so much more fun

feels so much more true to yourself

forget feminism. edge. get fucked. suck dick. get bred. return to being male property.

those mean, boring feminists lied to you. this is what you were made for.

Me: I will be a good lesbian today!

Also me: *watches porn of cocks pounding cunts and coming over and over*

Not to toot my own horn but... I think this might be the most important breakthrough in Unifying Bim Theory in years. And in the world's greatest hour of need too, astonishing!

Whether your bimbo is a trad-wife or a slut, girl, gurl or boi, a giggly sweetheart or a pouty hellion, I think it holds up.

Feedback and discussion welcome. Keep it light.

Have you remembered to say "Fuck feminism" today?

😘

Quick trigger warning ⚠

Picture this, you're talking with some of your girl friends and a single guy about all things feminism. About how women are so undervalued and independent and don't get treated as well as they should. When suddenly, your male friend seems a bit... Annoyed. After the talk when you two are alone you ask him why that was, and, before you can even do anything about it, he shoves you against the wall. He rips off your clothes and rapes you as hard as he can. You feel so disgusted, so violated and hurt. But he just feels so good.. Every thrust into you drains out any thoughts of resisting him. He's so rough with you but you don't care, you're too horny to care. All you care about is the cock violating you, and the man behind it. Once he's done, he leaves you there, so weak you're just sitting against the wall, his cum leaking out of you. You could tell your friends, you could call the police.. But you don't want to. You're already wanting it again, you're smiling at the thought. Over the next few months you'd dress sluttier around him, hoping he does it again. You'd send him pictures showing off. You'd go out of your way to run little errands for him. And each time you'd pleased him enough he'd fuck even more of the feminism out of your mind. He'd replace it with thoughts of submission, and service. Thoughts of being a slutty housewife, cooking and cleaning for him. Thoughts of how stupid you were for ever thinking you were equal to him, or that you weren't treated well. Eventually, all that would become reality. You'd live with him as a full-time housewife, doing whatever he wants. He wants food? You'd cook it and suck him off while he eats. Cleaning? You'd do it naked, with cameras all through the house to watch if he's ever gone. And you're happy with all of it. Anything for your Master... Eventually your old, feminist friends would try to "help fix you", but you'd tell them they were wrong for denying their true roles. They're simply denying the truth, like you once did, until a man was kind enough to show you the truth. You don't speak with them anymore, but you hope they're one day enlightened by the truth. But you quickly forget about them, as now your one and only focus, is your rapist husband, your master, forever~

When you find a feminist out in the world. You have a duty to correct her silly thoughts of "equality" and "feminism". Just fuck those thoughts out of her head, and soon she will start thinking about cooking, cleaning, and getting pregnant like a proper woman. So get out there and correct a feminist today!

“I’m not a whore!” She protests to her group of friends. The crowd looks at her, dumbfounded by her adverse reaction.

One of them breaks the silence. “Look, I’m not trying to offend you, but you’ve literally had sex with everybody here.” The girl pouts. Another man chimes in: “I haven’t had sex with her.”

“She told us last week that she sucked your dick in a nightclub bathroom.” He replies. “Well, yeah, fair enough.” The man admits. “Oral sex definitely counts.” One of the women jumps into the conversation. “Obviously, or it wouldn’t count for us girlies.” Another woman adds on with a shrug: “I just fucked her with my strap.” The group laughs. “Oooh, can I borrow that next time?”

The girl blushes. “That doesn’t make me a whore…” She mumbles, feeling called out. The woman carries on. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but if you take your panties off the second someone asks you for a threesome, you might be a slut.” The first man snaps his fingers. “That reminds me, remember when we asked to gangbang you? I’ve never seen anyone strip so quickly.”

“Damn, you guys got to gangbang her? Where was I?” The friend she sucked off in a toilet stall feigns insult. “You were out of town. Next time for sure.” The other man assures him. Shifting awkwardly in her seat, the girl is painfully aware of how wet she is from the conversation. “I just like free-use…” She whimpers pathetically.

“Oh, honey, we know.” The woman sitting next to her explains sarcastically. “When you ‘accidentally’ upload a video of you having sex to the group chat and ‘don’t know how to delete it’, people figure those things out.” The crowd bursts into laughter again. The girl wonders if she could get away with rubbing her pussy right now.

“I forgot about that! God, there’s so many stories. How about that Halloween when she dressed up like a ‘rope bunny’? All those fancy shibari ties, the bunny ears, nothing else?” The man mimics ears behind the girl’s head. “Don’t forget the time we all went camping and she ‘forgot’ to pack clothes.” As the group recounts their favorite stories about the girl, she rubs her thighs together, desperate to not prove their point.

“Any other good stories?” The man addresses the group. “Oh, not really a story, but…” Says one of the women. “…While she’s pretending she’s not a whore, what’s the deal with you pretending to be straight? You’ve fucked more women than I have.” The girl bursts out another protest. “I like guys! I just don’t want to not have sex with women, too!” Rolling her eyes, the woman explains to her with a condescending tone. “That’s called bisexual, honey…”

“My favourite story is the time I asked her to be my dog for a week…” The girl hops up from her seat. If she hears any more, she won’t be able to keep herself from touching her pussy. “Nooo! Don’t say it!” She begs him to not tell everyone. “…she really committed to it. Collared all the time, on her hands and knees, walkies, eating from a bowl, training her to do tricks. She never broke character. I’ve never seen someone as happy as when I put her in a kennel.” The girl’s legs tremble as she leans against the table for support.

“That’s a great idea. Usually, I just do blindfold and handcuffs, then edge the fuck out of her.” A woman regales the group with her story. “One time, I was sitting on her face after edging her for hours. While she was licking my pussy, I told her that I was never going to let her cum again. No joke, she came right then and there. I swear I wasn’t touching her pussy, tits, nothing, just grinding myself on her face. She came just from eating me out.” The woman points at the girl. “Because you’re bisexual. Or pan or something, I don’t care.”

“Call me vanilla, but I mostly just use her for porn. I swear I have a terabyte of videos of her by now. I still send her a clip every morning just to tease her. Haven’t had to repeat a clip even once, that’s how much I have. Hey, what clip did I send you this morning?” He asks the girl. “Umm, I think I’m, like, giving some guy head…?” She mumbles. “Right, the gloryhole. Those ones kinda end up the same.”

“While we’re on the topic: Sometimes she’s covered in bruises…? Who’s doing that?” A man and a woman raise their hands at the same time, then laugh. “Oh, you too?” The woman smiles. “It’s not my fault, you know how bratty she gets. The belt is the only thing that keeps her in line.” The man ponders her response. “A belt, eh? I usually just use my hands. The personal touch, you know?”

“Personally, I like to put a remote vibrator in her and have her go around doing stuff while I play with it. I bet she gets wet every time she goes into a grocery store now.” One woman calmly explains. The man across the table gets excited. “I do something similar, I cum on her face before we go out. We should collaborate.”

“I guess I’m not too kinky, I just have anal sex with her.” The man jokingly addresses the nightclub friend. “Don’t worry man, I haven’t had sex with her pussy, either.” The girl volunteers some more information. “You don’t just have anal with me, you always start right when I come over and… make me leave right after…” She clamps her mouth shut. “Oh, yeah. I guess that is a kink. Objectification or something.”

“I love being really really mean to her.” Another friend puts her face close to the girl. “And she loves it too. Isn’t that right, you dumb slut? Pathetic little girl. Listen to all these people who use you as a fucktoy, just admit that you’re a whore. Everybody knows that’s all you’re good for. Worthless slut, filthy little cum dump.” The woman hisses into her ear. The girl blushes bright pink. “…n- no…” She nods her head as she denies it.

“What about you? Just the nightclub thing?” A woman asks the only person at the table who hasn’t used her pussy. He hangs his head in his hands dramatically. “I think… I need a job with less travel…” Everyone laughs at his theatrics. The man stands and moves next to the whimpering girl. Her eyes widen as he takes out his cock and starts to stroke it. “I guess I should make up for lost time.”

The girl instinctively throws her body on the table and hikes up her dress. Her panties are a soggy mess; a huge wet patch from her pussy starting to reach up to her ass. Pulling them down halfway, the needy girl pushes herself towards his hard cock. He touches his head against her hole, then points himself upwards, grinding the length of his shaft against her body. “Nuh-uh.” He teases “Admit it, first.”

The girls head is spinning. Insanely horny, she tries to get his cock inside her. She whimpers as his dick is pulled away. “Say it. Come on.” She looks around at her friends. “ookie… fine… I’m a whore…” The crowd cheers as the man slides his cock into her pussy. The girl pushes back, burying him inside her on the first thrust. She cums immediately, while her friends laugh at her.

Her drool drips onto the table, her cum drips onto her panties. “I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m a whore.” Someone pulls her dress off. Another person points their phone at her. Another shoves their fingers in her mouth. Another grabs onto her breast. One leaves to go find her dog collar. The man fucking her pushes his thumb into her ass for a firm grip. The girl starts to cum again. Her voice is almost inaudible in the commotion.

“I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m a whore.”

Genuinely, i dream of a life where a Man treats me as His property. Because as a female i am a Man's property. my purpose is to please Him, cook and clean, and to have His babies. As far as i'm concerned, feminism is delusion. Life is happier when you accept how incredible the Patriarchy is and that rights are for Men, not females.

It honestly annoys me when female celebrities complain about being objectified, especially when they show themselves off with revealing clothing. It's so selfish to complain when that's what females are there for, and it's such a compliment to be objectified by Men. Feminism is so hateful!

You're a lesbian with men dni in your bio but you're liking all my orientation play posts

Fr though dm me it'll be fun :)

Oh to be two one of two cum rags with my girlfriend worshipping a man's cock

Fuck her ass and let me eat your cum our of her hole daddy 🤤💜

A lesbian falls behind on rent but she can't move back home with her parents because they're homophobic so she tries to beg her landlord for more time. He makes it unambiguously clear that he can't give her free board but can keep her off the streets for a "few favors"

Completely disgusted but terrified of being evicted or tucking tail and going back to her parents, she agrees purely under the condition that it's temporary and she can stop once she's financially secure again. She "pays him a few favors" and this month is settled.

The next month comes around and she finds she has enough to pay but it'll put a massive dent in her savings. She considers her options and decides to "pay a few more favors" again. Shame's a lot easier to replace than money...

The third month comes and she's surprised by just how much more money she has. It's crazy how much you can save when you don't have to pay rent. She easily has enough to pay for this month but the thought of getting stuck back in the struggle of watching half her paycheck vanish every time is daunting and it's not like the "favors" are super demanding...

For the next several months, it's just a routine. She always says this is gonna be the last month but housing isn't getting any cheaper. After one of her friends gets into housing trouble, she realizes how lucky her arrangement is and worries her landlord might get bored. She decides it might be worth it to make some purchases to keep him interested...

By the end of the year, she doesn't need to worry about housing anymore. She's got more than enough saved up to move out if she wanted to. In fact, she could even move back in with her parents at this point if she wanted to but she's happy being her landlord's toy and not having to worry about scary things like rent or owning a home ❤️

You don’t just accept it… you enjoy it !!

@evyxo_ 💕💕💕💕💕

For every feminist on this planet, there’s 2 or 3 more girls helping spread mîsogyny and patriarchy 💦 The biggest enemy of feminism is women 🤷🏻‍♂️

Belief system 🙏