From Time To Time I Remember How Many Adults Groomed Me In My Childhood And For A Reason Or Another It

when i get dms about my photos🤤🤤

I hate having such good friends, sometimes i get so drunk they have to hold my hand to help me walk and have to take me to their homes but they've never taken advantage of me. How hard is it to fuck someone who's almost blacked out and that looks way younger than they are? ffs

girl cock mind goes brrrr🥴🤤

"That's a proper little girl...tell your real dad how you let a man older than him whore you for hours, hm?" - Said to me while I'm still shaking, my thighs are marked up and my legs are sore :3

guy who. guy who kidnaps me but treats me like his son. guy who forces me to call him dad. guy who dresses me how i've always wanted. guy who knows me better than i know myself. he just takes care of me, tells himself that it's just like having a pet and he needs something, anything to take care of. until he helps me get dressed one day and can't stop himself from molesting me. he's so guilty but he can't help it, i'm his perfect little boy.

now what am i supposed to do with 3 blunts when i don't have someone to fuck me once i pass out?

I'm seriously considering downloading a dating app to get railed to hell and back, I'm too horny lately

wanna know whats so perfectly and endlessly exciting about fantasies? i can have them anywhere about anyone af any time.

i can be at work, in an important meeting with the ceo on a project, keeping professional and on topic while my mind wanders to how his old hands would feel fondling my breasts and sliding inappropriately up my inner thigh until his fingertips brush against the soft damp cotton of my panties, how his breath would feel on my cheek as he whispers that he only hired me because he wanted to stare at my tits all day, how his heavy body would feel keeping me pressed down over his desk while he slowly fills me with his thick cock...

i could be in a shop buying groceries and feel a chill go down my spine as i wonder how it would feel for a random man to press up behind me, grope my ass and my tits from behind, breathe against my neck that i should stay quiet and make this easy for him as his hand lifts my skirt, pulls my panties aside and shoves two fingers inside my cunt, fingerfucking me against the shelves until im tight and gushing and shaking as my wetness slides down my thighs, until i gasp as i cum, and he disappears as i buckle and slowly sink to my knees to catch my breath...

i can be at a pride event with all my lesbian friends, flipping off passing men and holding the hands of other women around me, as my thoughts flood with tingling accuracy at images of those same men getting fed up of my callous arrogance, charging the parade, grabbing me and my lesbian friends by our hair, throwing us to the ground and showing us what it really feels like to have the priviledge of society behind you.... shoving our legs apart and slamming into our obviously still virgin gold star cunts with their hard throbbing cocks, ignoring our screams in protest just like everyone else at the parade ignores us, laughing and fucking our wombs hard and deep as everyone who was once celebrating our lesbian pride is now cheering for the men raping us into the concrete street, our tits (and "unintentionally wet" pussies) on full display for these men to stuff and cum into over and over, taking advantage of our prideful lack of clothing to give us exactly what we were asking for...

i could be walking down my street just for some air and feel my body tremble with the anticipation of a random stranger running up behind me, tackling me to the curb and fucking me hard and fast because he just had to use me, needed to get off and i was the most available cunt for him to stuff...

i could be in a session with my therapist to work through my daddy issues and trauma, trying not to grind into the couch im sitting on as i picture him moving to sit beside me, whisper that he's here to help me overcome the difficult thoughts im dealing with, telling me as his fingers gently rub my nipples over my shirt that my trauma is the only reason i 'think' im a lesbian, promising as his other hand gently parts my thighs to rub my pussy and clit over my jeans that he can fix me and make me a good girl again, whispering as he kisses my neck to lay back, relax, dont think about it too much until eventually hes ontop of me, panting and moaning into my ear as he gets off, softly and slowly raping me for the first time of many...

and i can do this all day, without anyone ever knowing any better. these are just a small handful of all the ones i have 🤭🥴

when big bro comes home crossed after a party and wants to play with his unwilling baby bro💓

Anybody out there just asking to be manhandled?

starting T really changes you, i swear i wasn't this horny a few years ago

breedable male omegas in heat literally exist irl they're called horny submissive bottom tboys