Open Letter to a Figment from a Wannabe Cum Princess:

i want Your cum. i want Your cum. i want Your cum.

i want Your cum daily. i want Your cum dripping down my chin. i want Your cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat, except for when i want Your cum all over my face. i want to thank You every day for Your cum and i want You to see in my eyes how much i mean it.

i want Your cum whenever You want to give it to me. i want Your cum when You get the random urge to blow a load while watching TV. i want You to know that if You unzip Your pants while driving that Ii will suck Your dick right there in the car. i want Your hard cock waking me up in the middle of the night because i want Your cum if You’re too horny to sleep. i want to know that at any moment i might get Your cum so i can spend every day giddy with anticipation, and Your cum will be all i ever think about.

"Your cum makes me obey, Your cum makes me feminine, Your cum makes me horny, Your cum makes me happy and dumb."

i want that to be my required mantra every time i receive Your seed, every day, until being a ditzy, lustful bimbo is the conditioned response to Your seed.

Your cum is powerful and i want Your cum to change me.

You're a slut?
Anonymous

I’m a slut for those that earn it.

A thought on being a good slut

Being a good submissive slut isn’t just about doing what the person wants. It’s about doing what you want and making finding a sexy person who wants it too. And then doing that with them all the the fucking time. Sluts think about pleasure, not pleasing. Your pleasure is submission, but it is still your pleasure. You have to advocate your desire, or your just pretending at sluthood.

And of course always be safe. Good luck, beautifuls.

♥

Always fun to see my old captions floating around :)

Always fun to see my old captions floating around :)

I'm a straight, mdom IRL but every once in a while I find myself somewhere like here... I just read one of your serious replies to a question you got from a confused kid just starting. I have to say that your reply was wise beyond all possible measure. Incredibly insightful and poignant. Stunning. I hope you reply to as many questions as you can, help as much as possible, there is so much good someone like you can do, your gifts of insight and language come with a responsibility to use them.
Anonymous

Anoymous: you have no idea how wonderful it was to get this message. Thank you so much. I don’t even know that you’ll ever read this response, since you just kind of stumbled into my weird corner of tumblr, but thank you for this. It meant more than you can know. Thank you from the bottom of my girlie girlie heart ~♥~

For everyone else: Answering asks to help struggling or confused or curious people out is easily my FAVORITE part of this blog. While it can be fun to write kinky stories that appeal to my sexuality, but to actually put something out there that might do some good, or help someone along, or be a stepping stone to someone being more confident, proud, and themselves—that is the amazing privilige that I never expected I would get from having this Tumblr.

You’re addicted to femininity. You get a buzz from applying makeup. Pink is your impulse. Frills are your fix. You peak on rhinestones and feathers. Giggles are your comedown. Cocks are your ultimate high.

You’re addicted to femininity. You get a buzz from applying makeup. Pink is your impulse. Frills are your fix. You peak on rhinestones and feathers. Giggles are your comedown. Cocks are your ultimate high.

i don't want to ask you anithing for now , i want to tell you that i love you and your blog . You can barely find a blog with kinky and smart stuffs at the same time . I would love to spend my time with u :) :*

This was actually a really nice message to receive. My output on this blog has been less than usual lately, and a lot of it is a bit more frank and serious than it was in the past.. It’s nice to know that not everyone is rolling their eyes and unfollowing me as quick as they can :P

Hard truth time: you have a rather specific kink. And there is plenty of wonderful things about being kinky, but here’s the downside. Unless you embrace it—and I mean really come to term, come out, get over yourself embrace it—then you are doomed to shitty sex. I mean that. The kind of sex people leave their significant other over and then later tell you “the sex was awful.” And you nod like you’ve been there before, but if you haven’t let yourself just be, then you have no idea. Shitty sex and these secret jerk off sessions are all you have.
This is your life. You get one of these for sure, and then who knows. Hiding is wasting it. I’m serious. I’m not trying to get you hard or make you come. I’m telling you that if you’re sittting there like some submissive in training that will magically will themselves into full being one day when that wonderful perfect dom like in your head comes a long, you are just fucking with time and running away from desire.
The two biggest doms you’ll ever know are time and desire. Everyone’s their bitch. Your desire won’t got away. Time won’t stop. You get to, if you choose to, share yourself with someone and make then lonely world a little less lonely. Or you get to hide out in some meek corner, probably lying to everyone and yourself, counting life in missed chances.
Yea, it’s really scary to share the real you, but if you ask me NOTHING is scarier than the threat of bad sex until you die.

Hard truth time: you have a rather specific kink. And there is plenty of wonderful things about being kinky, but here’s the downside.

Unless you embrace it—and I mean really come to term, come out, get over yourself embrace it—then you are doomed to shitty sex. I mean that. The kind of sex people leave their significant other over and then later tell you “the sex was awful.” And you nod like you’ve been there before, but if you haven’t let yourself just be, then you have no idea. Shitty sex and these secret jerk off sessions are all you have.

This is your life. You get one of these for sure, and then who knows. Hiding is wasting it. I’m serious. I’m not trying to get you hard or make you come. I’m telling you that if you’re sittting there like some submissive in training that will magically will themselves into full being one day when that wonderful perfect dom like in your head comes a long, you are just fucking with time and running away from desire.

The two biggest doms you’ll ever know are time and desire. Everyone’s their bitch. Your desire won’t got away. Time won’t stop. You get to, if you choose to, share yourself with someone and make then lonely world a little less lonely. Or you get to hide out in some meek corner, probably lying to everyone and yourself, counting life in missed chances.

Yea, it’s really scary to share the real you, but if you ask me NOTHING is scarier than the threat of bad sex until you die.

Dream pink.

Dream pink.