Buy An Eigth With Me Because I'm Scared To Buy Alone And Smoke It All With Me That Same Night. Hotbox

Buy an eigth with me because I'm scared to buy alone and smoke it all with me that same night. Hotbox the bathroom with me and make me strip every time I cough. Get me high like it's the first time I've smoked, fuzzy and incapacitated and stumbling. Hold me up against a wall while I kiss your neck. Get me so high I can't hold back my moans and whimpers and you hear the real sounds I make. Feel me moan into your neck through hickies and kisses, grinding on each other. When I beg you to take things to the bedroom tell me we can't break the hotbox and tease me through my boxers if I still have them on. Tease me until you're ready to break the hotbox and then bring me to the bed. Throw me on the bed face down and watch me arch in anticipation. Put on your biggest strap and shove it straight in my boycunt no fingering beforehand so it's a struggle to get it in and it hurts a little. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other smacking and grabbing and exploring while you fuck me into the mattress as hard as you can and I'll just whimper and take it

This post is about gay trans sex I need it stat

also I see the note spam and it turns me on like yes you like my sick fantasies

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

yesss omg a sub who looks down on you with eyes full of pity as you get close. They talk to you with such a sweet tone, but their words are so harsh and cutting they make your stomach clench. They make you beg when you finally get close to cumming. You almost think they wont let you, and that thrills you more. complicated dynamics deserve a bigger space on here :(

everyone only wants hard rough mean degrading sex or soft gentle praising sex. we need some diversity here!! where are all the freaks who want a really sweet dom who talks to you in such a loving and gentle way while they're fucking you so roughly and stretching you out and leaving scratches and bites and bruises and making you bleed but always ever so sweetly talking in your ear like "yes, love, i know it hurts, but you're doing such a good job... you're taking it all so well, puppy, you're such a gorgeous boy... I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, you look so pretty like this" and things like that. yk.

can’t stop thinking about being bent over the edge of my bed then getting mounted and pounded out hard n fast. gripping at the sheets trying to claw my way forward to put some distance between myself and the cock in my guts cuz it’s going too deep but just getting pulled back onto it by the waist, hard. having my face forced down into the mattress with one of their hands pressing down on my back and the other gripping my hip, forcing me to arch into them and take their cock as deep as it’ll go. squeaking and whimpering and digging my nails into anything i can reach as they plunge into me to the hilt as hard and fast as they can on every single thrust

C/W: Rape

I’d love to meet a girl off here and take her on a date.

I’d meet her on Tumblr, charming her with every message. I’d come off as friendly and endearing, flirting and sexting when appropriate. I’d learn her kinks and needs, twisting her into a wet, sopping mess with every text I send her. I’d make her think of me, filling her head with thoughts of my voice, my body, my cock in every waking moment. It’d be weeks, perhaps days, before we’d arrange to meet, a train journey or a bus ride away.

We’d meet in some cafe, exchanging warm smiles and hugs. That’s where it’d begin. She’d notice my hands lingering a little too long, a little too low, practically groping her. She’d simply shrug it off. She’d forget all about it while we’d sip on our coffees, exchanging friendly conversation. We’d mesh well off screen, laughing and joking the afternoon away.

I’d suggest a stroll through the woods, almost like an afterthought while we figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon. We’d find ourselves, trudging along some narrow dirt pathway, the skies getting darker, the woods getting denser. And then it’d hit her. She barely knew me.

One second she’d be side-eyeing me cautiously, the next she’d be pinned against some tree in the lonely depths of the forest. She’d scream, the piercing scream of fear. I’d let her. No one would hear us.

She’d beg me to stop, to reconsider, but I’d tear down her cute skirt. Isn’t this what she wanted? She’d read my blog. She needed this just as much as my stiff, aching cock did. I’d hold her down, rubbing my cock against her bare ass, telling how hard she’d made me. What a good fucking girl she was for making her rapist’s cock ready to breed her. Her begging would turn feverish and constant, wishing this was some cruel joke.

I’d plunge my shaft inside her cunt, laughing as she struggles and fights against me. In and out, I’d wetten my cock in her, stirring up her insides with heavy, savage strokes. She’d feel her sanity slip away. She’d have chosen this. I’d convince her this was her fault. All those nights promising me what a good rapetoy she’d be for me. And she’d deliver on her promise, crying and sobbing, begging me to stop, struggling to fight her fate.

I’d rail her slick, broken twat while her face grates against the coarse bark, sinking my fingers into her soft, jiggly ass. Shit, I’d spank those perfect fucking spheres, watching them redden and ripple with each strike. I’d lovingly break her down into a set of holes, moulded to service my cock. 

Thick ropes of cum would plaster her insides, leaking out of her weak frame. I’d throw her down and wipe my cock clean with her hair. In sweet, gentle tones, I’d ask her where she lived. I’d point out that she couldn’t walk right now, and that the night was drawing closer.

gangrape that's more like a stray animal emergency rescue mission than rape. i'm thinking "careful careful careful eeeasy" and "he's just scared, poor thing" and "it's okay buddy it's okay we've got you"