u/groolfountain

19 virgin female. i am not looking for quick sexts, only genuine conversations about exploration and self discovery 💗

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for as long as i can remember, i have always been curious about what it's like to be the object of somebody's complete affection. a nurturing hand that tends to delicate blooms, knowledgeable about the fragile care required to shape the best of them.

i suppose im quite meek and unassuming in daily life. a wallflower, if you will. i've only ever been in one relationship, only kissed a few times, and in many situations i have always been taught to be selfless. to serve is to love and the role of a caretaker is one i slip into piously. a lamb serves well, but what is a lamb without a shepherd?

the gentle guiding grace is one that i crave selfishly in my heart. a guilty desire to be consumed by somebody's care and affection for me. that gentle guiding force so wise and loving, is the sin of desiring a pure and chaste love truly so wicked in the flesh? a gesture so sweet could only be as saccharine at the mercy of one who has never tasted that touch before.

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limits: scat, body fluids, puke, diapers, rough/mean language, hitting

19 virgin female. i am not looking for quick sexts, only genuine conversations about exploration and self discovery 💗

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for as long as i can remember, i have always been curious about what it's like to be the object of somebody's complete affection. a nurturing hand that tends to delicate blooms, knowledgeable about the fragile care required to shape the best of them.

i suppose im quite meek and unassuming in daily life. a wallflower, if you will. i've only ever been in one relationship, only kissed a few times, and in many situations i have always been taught to be selfless. to serve is to love and the role of a caretaker is one i slip into piously. a lamb serves well, but what is a lamb without a shepherd?

the gentle guiding grace is one that i crave selfishly in my heart. a guilty desire to be consumed by somebody's care and affection for me. that gentle guiding force so wise and loving, is the sin of desiring a pure and chaste love truly so wicked in the flesh? a gesture so sweet could only be as saccharine at the mercy of one who has never tasted that touch before.

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limits: scat, body fluids, puke, diapers, rough/mean language, hitting

its getting to be pretty often lately that i find myself tossing and turning awake hours before i need to be up. still tired and clinging to the warmth of sleep whenever it happens, but i do have a slight happiness in how silky the blankets always feel on my skin.

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there aren't many options whenever this happens.

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at times i do just fall back asleep, most times i can't. restlessness persists no matter what i try. so instead, i hug my plush, curl up as small as i can, and let the swirling mix of curiosity, need and embarrassment express themselves.

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i know im not making a lot of sense, this is one of those mornings and im still half-asleep, the blankets feel nice and im so warm. so so warm. i feel guilty for it, but im still learning to move past that.

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19f virgin, im completely inexperienced and quite shy with a repressed upbringing, do NOT be pushy

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limits: blood, scat, puke, diapers, gore, degrading, hitting

its getting to be pretty often lately that i find myself tossing and turning awake hours before i need to be up. still tired and clinging to the warmth of sleep whenever it happens, but i do have a slight happiness in how silky the blankets always feel on my skin.

​

there aren't many options whenever this happens.

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at times i do just fall back asleep, most times i can't. restlessness persists no matter what i try. so instead, i hug my plush, curl up as small as i can, and let the swirling mix of curiosity, need and embarrassment express themselves.

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i know im not making a lot of sense, this is one of those mornings and im still half-asleep, the blankets feel nice and im so warm. so so warm. i feel guilty for it, but im still learning to move past that.

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19f virgin, im completely inexperienced and quite shy with a repressed upbringing, do NOT be pushy

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limits: blood, scat, puke, diapers, gore, degrading, hitting

tell me what a lamb is meant to do without the guidance of its shepherd? when the wolves come scratching and the cold is biting, where am i meant to turn?

so docile and soft. a pious lamb i am, with fluffy hair and that pink nose. and though kind, my eyes will never meet yours. no... there's a quiet reverence in that downturned gaze.

even now moreso with hands clasped and knees to the tile, and when the light shines on such a soft face, you would almost think yourself staring at something ethereal. for a moment, only a moment, you'd forget that i am only mean to be a simple lamb. plain and unassuming in every way.

you know that i am far too soft, far too innocent for what the world outside these holy walls may hold. and when i smile at you it only makes it even more apparent what you have to do. you can't just let this lamb wander out to the woods. you have to be that gentle force.

a steward, a shepherd, a priest.

a lamb will find its flock.

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my story isn't anything interesting or bizarre, i have no real life experiences to draw from either, sorry! at most, i am a sweet but skittish girl trying to figure out the tangled mess of new feelings i find myself in while unwrapping my mixed conflicts of shame and guilt along the way 💗 all i really am is a late bloomer unpacking a repressed upbringing and thats all i hope to explore

need to know: i dont respond well to aggression, im 19 and a virgin

limits: scat, blood, puke, violence, animals

tell me what a lamb is meant to do without the guidance of its shepherd? when the wolves come scratching and the cold is biting, where am i meant to turn?

so docile and soft. a pious lamb i am, with fluffy hair and that pink nose. and though kind, my eyes will never meet yours. no... there's a quiet reverence in that downturned gaze.

even now moreso with hands clasped and knees to the tile, and when the light shines on such a soft face, you would almost think yourself staring at something ethereal. for a moment, only a moment, you'd forget that i am only mean to be a simple lamb. plain and unassuming in every way.

you know that i am far too soft, far too innocent for what the world outside these holy walls may hold. and when i smile at you it only makes it even more apparent what you have to do. you can't just let this lamb wander out to the woods. you have to be that gentle force.

a steward, a shepherd, a priest.

a lamb will find its flock.

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my story isn't anything interesting or bizarre, i have no real life experiences to draw from either, sorry! at most, i am a sweet but skittish girl trying to figure out the tangled mess of new feelings i find myself in while unwrapping my mixed conflicts of shame and guilt along the way 💗 all i really am is a late bloomer unpacking a repressed upbringing and thats all i hope to explore

need to know: i dont respond well to aggression, im 19 and a virgin

limits: scat, blood, puke, violence, animals

lately i keep thinking about those thoughts that i know i shouldn't... i feel so conflicted because i know its wrong, but everything is just so confusing. im trying to learn too, but i just feel so lost on my own sometimes

am i dirty for wanting this?

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limits: scat, blood, violence, animals

would you pat my nose and ruffle my ears? see the gentle trust in those brown doe-eyes? be the protective force driving me forward?

are you the preacher? or are you the wolf? perhaps you might be the woodsman?

please, tell me, am i as soft as a lamb?

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limits: scat, pee, puke, blood, violence, animals

not looking to play specifically tonight 💕 id love to just talk and see where it goes ☺️

im a 19 y/o virgin, if that mattters 🙈 bisexual so all are welcome 🥰💕

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restless, she tosses and turns in bed - too hot, too cold, too stiff, too exhausted, too energetic, too anxious. still, shes bundled up, a soft plushie friend hugged close and a fluffy blanket all around her. the world is big and scary. but here? in bed? tucked under the cover of darkness? she gets to be safe, be herself. and yet...

too cold, too anxious, too lonely

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limits: scat, pee, puke, blood, violence, animals

hiii! shy to be back here again but i have a specific request 🙈

so im discovering more about myself on this exploration into internet stuff like edging and i thought specifically this sub might have what im looking for? right now id love to have a chat with some kind pervs ^.^ mainly around topics of things like a sexually repressed upbringing >//<

im kinda nervous hahah but id love to talk through some of my thoughts! thank you!

limits: blood, scat, pee, puke, violence, ap

soooo i decided to give censored porn another try and i actually...kinda like it more?

this time it was a censored for bbc so idk if me already liking bbc counts as cheating or something with mixing the two together but whatever 😭 it was like a bbc cumpilation but with censors over just the ladies but it was honestly kinda hot... 😵‍💫

now ive just been kinda playing with my tits and scrolling through captions! i might take a couple more hits tho and find another pmv of full vid or something <3 ngl i think im kinda digging this whole sinking for edging thing...

hiiii! :)

i know i havent updated in a while lol but i took a break from edging for a bit! tho i started doing it a lil bit earlier today aaaand 😅 i stumbled into yet another unexpected kink while scrolling! 😭

this time its super embarrassing cause i didnt even go looking it just kinda appeared and got to me... 😭

this time its beta posts... 😭 IM SO EMBARRASSED I WANNA EXPLODE omfg 😭🥀

it was like... pixel censor goon pmvs? 😵‍💫 but then the caption ones also popped up and omg... its like visual hypno for me if that makes sense 😩

it was such an embarrassing moment but damn did i instantly sink so deep 😭😩