After three weeks of denial, all I can do is drip and squirm and embarrass myself for you. Fuck. It was so fucking hard not to cum, I’m a complete mess after recording this and blushing so fucking hard at how many of you are going to hear what a pathetic little fucking mess I am.
I’m a great friend. I’m the big sister type- wise, empathic and kind. I’ll listen to your boy troubles and give you advice and a cuddle after we go to the bar. It didn’t put you off that I’m a lesbian. After all, I’m not like those scary dykes you’ve seen. I’m soft, and femme and you don’t think anything of those long, lingering hugs we have before you leave my car to go home. To do what? To think about me in the shower? To try and resist looking up lesbian porn on Reddit? To rub yourself dumb thinking about my mouth on your pussy, and tell yourself in the morning you’d just had too much to drink?
It’s okay. I know you’re scared. You just need some encouragement. My insistent mouth kissing yours. Ignoring your pleas that you don’t like girls, that you’re not into it, that you only like me as a friend. You need my fingers pressing against your panties, feeling how wet they are, how excited you are, how your body needs this even if you try to say no to me. You need my hands caressing your tits while your breath speeds up, not knowing if it’s fear or excitement. You’re just confused, it’s okay. We can stop if you want to, shhh, sh, doesn’t that feel good? My perfectly manicured hand gently rubbing your clit through your soaking panties. I know you want this. I can feel it. You’re making embarrassingly desperate little noises, all ready for my mouth on you. I slide your panties to the side, I don’t need to take them off when you need my mouth on you so desperately.
A man has never fucking licked you like this. My expert tongue sliding all over your soaking little slit, teasing your hard clit. You know you’ve never been this wet before. My tongue teasing you, lapping up your juices, my mouth sucking your sensitive clitoris as you writhe with pleasure. I want to make it last. I want to see you break for me. Will you feel ashamed or proud when I make you squirt all over my face, giving you the strongest orgasm of your life? Will you beg for more or cry?
Either way, I’m not stopping.
I haven’t cum in 2.5 weeks and I’m a needy pathetic mess and all my fantasies about being raped and abused and used and molested are so fucking string and I can’t stop looking at awful misogynistic porn and rubbing myself stupid for the idea of being a fucking used toy. All I wanna do is rub with other girls who are denied and be so dumb together. I’m making such pathetic noises sucking my thumb and moaning and squeaking while I tug on my nipples eeeeeeeeEee
I can’t seem to make it better and nggggh I’ve just stuffed myself full with a knot dildo and it’s so big and I’m so fucking full and I feel so humiliated that I could probably cum all over my thighs just from jumping my pillow ahhhhh god I need to climax so bad but good girls don’t cum they hump themselves dumb all full of dog cock I’m so close I need to squirt this all out so bad oh fuck I’m a goonbabbling dumb little fucking mess ahhHhhhHh
I’ve always been told I’m a big sister type. I’m kind and empathic, and I have that “mother to the world” kinda energy. I’m bisexual and in the queer community, and I’m in my 30s now, financially successful, working in the helping professions and I love treating my friends. You’d want to be friends with me, right? I’d take you to brunch, take you to concerts, counsel you about your girl troubles. I’d be so supportive of your lesbianism, tell you the differences between being a millennial and a Gen Z, and say how happy I am that being gay is normalised now.
So little do you know, that after our hangouts, I’m going home and rubbing my clit, fantasising about how I’m just grooming you to take home to my husband to rape you. I tell him how cute you are, tell him you’ve never taken a cock yet, promise that I’m going to invite you for a sleepover soon and that he can do what he wants to you, and I’ll be right there, stroking your hair and telling you it’s all okay while he fucks any hole he wants. Ready to comfort you while I make you suck my huge tits and telling you to shh and pretend it’s a strap-on while I make you take my husband’s cock. It’s okay, you can pretend you’re still a dyke if my tongue is on your clit while his cock is up your ass.
I won’t even tell our other friends how hard you came for cock.
So, will you come over for a sleepover?
older, bisexual female friend is secretly a gender traitor and wants to [misogyny] [non consent] [dyke] [all OK]
I’ve always been told I’m a big sister type. I’m kind and empathic, and I have that “mother to the world” kinda energy. I’m bisexual and in the queer community, and I’m in my 30s now, financially successful, working in the helping professions and I love treating my friends. You’d want to be friends with me, right? I’d take you to brunch, take you to concerts, counsel you about your girl troubles. I’d be so supportive of your lesbianism, tell you the differences between being a millennial and a Gen Z, and say how happy I am that being gay is normalised now.
So little do you know, that after our hangouts, I’m going home and rubbing my clit, fantasising about how I’m just grooming you to take home to my husband to rape you. I tell him how cute you are, tell him you’ve never taken a cock yet, promise that I’m going to invite you for a sleepover soon and that he can do what he wants to you, and I’ll be right there, stroking your hair and telling you it’s all okay while he fucks any hole he wants. Ready to comfort you while I make you suck my huge tits and telling you to shh and pretend it’s a strap-on while I make you take my husband’s cock. It’s okay, you can pretend you’re still a dyke if my tongue is on your clit while his cock is up your ass.
I won’t even tell our other friends how hard you came for cock.
So, will you come over for a sleepover?
I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t cum for a week because life got hectic, then it was ten days. Then I grazed my clit in the shower and I realised how desperate I was to climax, and all the old feelings of being an edge slut hit me, and now I’m three days into a goon hole, doing nothing but fingering my pathetic little pussy, teasing my puffy pussy and reminding myself good girls don’t cum.
I’m edging my dumb slut cunt to the worst kinds of misogynistic, degrading CNC porn, ignoring all my responsibilities. I feel so much fucking shame and it’s just turning me on more.
My tiny little panties are smashed into my soaking little pussy lips, swallowed up and completely ruined. My swollen clit is poking against them, and I’m so fucking broken and ruined that I can edge just by tugging on my panties. I feel like such a dumb whore. This is where I’m meant to be, triggered and goonbabbling and embarrassing myself. Fuck.
Relapsing hard and so fucking hypersexual after getting triggered. Making such risky decisions that make my dumb cunt drip constantly. Edging myself over and over, wanting to get worse. Flashing my tits in public, pulling at my nipples while I drive around. Fuck. I’m gonna delete this soon, ashamed and sobbing, but right now I’m rubbing my clit and humping my pillow and remembering my trauma.
I’ve always fantasised about telling men about my exploits. I was such a slut in my early 20s, and I just want to show off about it. The men I’ve dated unfortunately don’t seem interested, just intimidated by my memories of kink clubs and sex parties and threesomes. It’s such a shame because it makes me so wet to confess.
I also love hearing from male partners what their favourite previous encounters were, what still gets them hard to think about, what those formative experiences were, what they still jerk off over. It makes me really want to recreate it with them- can we make it even better? Can I be even sluttier?