u/Beginning-Twist1472

no one from real life knows about this. and that’s simultaneously the funniest and the most arousing part.

because in the morning I can help the grandmas at the nursing home, in the afternoon go to a meeting of the organization, in the evening be at mass… and at night sit here writing about how I like feeling cheap and available. or post a photo where there’s nothing left of that good girl. so yeah.

left photo – the one they know.

right photo – the one you’re getting to know here.

My tongue spends most of its life locked away behind my teeth like some shy little bitch. That’s exactly why sticking it out feels almost as filthy as flashing my tits. One second it’s just a muscle helping me talk or eat, next second it’s out there, wet, pink, and already thinking about work. I kiss with it. I shove it into other people’s mouths and taste their spit. I use it to lick cunts, cocks, and arseholes until they’re dripping and I’m dripping too. And then there’s the best part: it takes flavour. Salt, musk, come. When some guy shoots on my tongue I don’t just feel it, I taste him. That’s why sucking dick is more intense for me than just giving up my pussy. Pussy is pure touch and stretch. A blowjob is touch plus the full dirty menu on my tongue. I get to swallow the evidence. Think about it. Your tongue is the only part of your body that can go inside someone and bring something back out with it. It explores, it claims, it reports. It’s the reason a long, slow lick feels more intimate than a finger. It’s why people lose their minds when you look them in the eye while your tongue is working. It’s hidden, it’s soft, it’s constantly wet, and the second you decide to use it for sex it becomes the sluttiest organ you’ve got. I like knowing that the same tongue that says “yes, Father” at mass can also be buried between someone’s cheeks an hour later. I like the way people stare when I casually lick my lips or stick my tongue out for a second too long. They already start imagining what else it can do. And they’re right.

I like talking, so we can talk xD Cigarettes. Yes, I smoke pipes, here's a picture in front of my school. My mother would slap me for it, just like for showing my tits. But fuck it. A cigarette is a great way to connect with people. You're standing there, lighting it, someone comes over for a light or asks for a whole pipe, and you're already closer. I like sharing. But what I love most is taking a hit from someone. The wet, drool-covered filter on my lips. I feel someone's saliva, the warmth, the taste. Almost like someone's spitting or licking me. Or when I hand my pipe back to someone and I know my saliva is still on the filter, and they put it in their mouth. Sometimes I even lick the filter more on purpose before handing it to them. Because I like the thought of someone having what I just left on their lips. Dirty, close, totally slutty. And smoking... once, out of curiosity, I took a smoke on my tongue. Bitter, scratchy, disgusting, and hot because of it. I did it myself, but ever since then I've preferred to imagine someone doing it to me. That I open my mouth and they flick ash right onto my tongue, looking me in the eye. Or that I'm doing it to someone—kneeling or sitting with my mouth open, waiting for them to decide they want to mark me that way. Or that we take turns. Ash, spit, smoke, all together. I like to think about it. And I know how people perceive me then. They see a young girl with a pipe in front of school and immediately assume that if she smokes, she's probably capable of other things. Such a slob. They imagine what that same mouth, currently embracing a filter or taking a slobbery hit from someone, could do to a cock. And that's cool. I like that they think of me that way.

What else do you want to talk about?