r/OutletsAnon

I’m finding there’s something so profound in connecting with people who’ll not only accept the darkest, most shameful parts of you, but who will also embrace and encourage them.

I’m looking to share the intimacy of feeling so deeply seen and known, and of being witnessed and tenderly held as we are.

Please share your kinks and limits in your first message.

My limits are scat, snuff, bathroom, blood, being mean, and being married (unless you’re poly)

Hi!

I'm an O seeking a P for friendly, low-pressure chat, short-term or long-term.

Older Ps preferred. Married Ps welcome.

I am 20 years old. I'm in the US, on the west coast. I am a student and I work part-time.

I am a friendly outlet with the kind of experiences you probably expect of outlets on this subreddit. I'm happy to chat about them!

Hard limits include: breeding, impregnation, pregnancy, and related themes.

I love old men; and I would love to vent and chat, preferably looking for 45+ years old. I want to tell you all dirty things old men have done to me and how I still love them anyway, how I still seek their attention, how I yearn for their praise, their sweet voice telling me how good I am. Because I am a good girl born and bred. ;)

Limits: scat, blood, bathroom play

My princess parts get so wet thinking about a pervy older Daddy making me do naughty things to other lucky girls. I would be the bestest helper and would help Daddy find and break in his new toys showing them everything icky men have taught me.

Limits: scat, blood, gore, necro

I'm such a bad man with so many dark dirty thoughts. I can't help it, I just want it so bad even though I know how wrong it is.

Do you have bad thoughts too? Do you think about men doing bad things to you? Do you get wet wanting bad men in your life?

I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop being a dirty perv, but I like girls who are into bad pervs like me. And if you like it too, then it can't be that bad can it?

Limits: scat & death

Hello dirty daddies :)

I just finished some schoolwork and haven’t cum all day!! I’m looking for a daddy who’ll tell me a naughty fantasy that’ll get the dirty thoughts flowing, and fingers moving 🤭

Things I like: rough sex, anal, piss play, toilet control, pet play, rimming (especially forced)

Limits: blood, sending nudes.

Ive been on summer break from college and with the extra free time I haven’t been able to stop touching myself.

I bought myself some toys for the first time and I’ve just been getting stoned in my apartment and playing with my little holes and craving a daddy who would open me like this.

I’ll hold my little legs above my head and rub my clit while I try to work a plug into my tight little undergrad ass and cum while I think about older men.

I really want a depraved daddy to talk to about all the things I’m feeling and new emotions I’m having. I want a daddy who can’t help but show me with his body how much he loves and wants me even if I squirm.

Limits: Scat, Permanent damage

I have always felt naturally drawn to older, dominant, protective men. It was all too easy for them to get me to feel emotionally attached and reliant on them. Growing up I've had to deal with abandonment issues, neglect, no one in my family caring about me, my dad viewing me as a failure and a burden, etc.

I miss having someone to reach out to when I'm struggling who can comfort me in a way that grows to be him taking advantage of my vulnerability. I want to be treated like I'm too innocent and little to know how to make decisions: what I should eat, when I should go to sleep, what adult words I'm allowed to say. Without a proper daddy, I've been feeling so lonely. I get clingy and needy, and imagine having an older man to cuddle with at night, who can murmur protective words in my ear while his hands wander all over me. I get anxious so easily without an older man who can guide me.

The daddy daughter roleplay stuff is my absolute favorite. I want someone who views me in that way, and who can give me the affection and attention I've missed out on. The dream of having someone to call daddy, who would brush my hair for me, hold me tight, give me kisses, teach me how to please him, just seems to be slipping further from my reach. I feel so empty without it, the connection impacts me emotionally just as much as it does physically.

My kinks include: DDLG, ageplay, being corruption (I am a virgin), somnophilia, and receiving praise
My limits include degradation and doing anything that would cause me pain.

hiii looking to goon with the dark and evil side of this subreddit<3 looking to someone with the worse fantasies or thoughts, i love how awful i get when im horny >_< what goes through your mind the most? what evil things cross your mind?~ side question who do you think will win the world cup c: i love soccer and would love to know your opinion<3

limits: scat piss

I'm so scared to let these feelings out in real life. I'm afraid to be judged, thought of as a monster, or exposed. I can't help it, it's part of my sexuality. Honestly I feel beautiful when I let myself indulge, but it gets lonely not being able to actually let it out in person

I'd love to talk with others, I also have session

Limits: beast, gore, violence, scat

i know im fucked up, and so do you. i wish my fucked up manifested in a more waif-ish way. i see girls compare themselves to little bunnies, fawns, swans while their bad men are represented by hungry wolves. i know i’m waiting to consumed, just like these little creatures are, but do you know what you’ll get when you catch me?

i have claws that i want need to mark you with. my teeth are waiting to bite. i feel hands all over my brain and body, and i need you to feel it too…can’t you feel it? you will. i got you where i want you, you’re deader than ever.

🪷: I’m tired :) lyric is from a Lana del Rey song.
limits: degradation, misogyny, cnc, scat, piss, men asking if im “actually” 18, illegality

After my dad left, my mom and I moved in with my grandpa. He’s always been really sweet to me, but I hadn’t seen him for a few years. Now he looks at me the same way other men do…

He’s very old-fashioned. He complains to my mom about how both of us dress, but then he stares at us a lot. I mentioned it to my mom and she said it’s normal for men to act like that, so I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it. I guess I won’t.

Just looking for a nice place to vent and chat.

Limits: Nothing gross like watersports or anything similar.

I fell asleep while playing Call of Duty and was laying on my stomach, thumb still on the controller. Resting my head on my crossed arms and likely softly snoring. Everyone had left with friends to party and I saw a chance. I snuck in the room to play game. No one was home yet but I awoke to someone ontop of me, someone older than me who had been watching me develop into a woman, seeking their chance as well, squishing me into the bed on the floor. I froze. Pretended to sleep. I just focused on listening to the music coming from the TV and eventually fell back asleep.

Limits are scat, rudeness.

It's okay. I know you're shy. When you blush it let's me know you're thinking about it, you see yourself raising up your skirt and showing me your tight panties, maybe worried a wet spot can be seen. Worried if someone else will see. I know. It's a lot to think about. So many things to consider, that's why when you show me your panties it feels so good when you try for me. Mmm. You're doing so good baby. Thank you.

Limits: Mean, underage, not respecting boundaries

I was chatting with an outlet here, and they encouraged me to post some fragments that I had written for them. So, deep breath, I'm putting it out there.

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He always had a hard time saying no to her. Still, it was such a hard, bright line that was not to be crossed, that refusing her - gently, of course - was easy at first. He validated her feelings, told her he was flattered, and explained all the reasons that it couldn't happen. And there were so many reasons. But her tears, her distress, they were so hard to stand against. He made a small concession. They could kiss on the lips, at night, when he tucked her in. That was the first step towards what was to come.

She loved him so much. He's so much better than all the boys around her, in her mind. Loving and sweet and caring and protective. That same protective impulse made him so scared of accepting her affections; she had to convince him gradually over time that it was okay to kiss her lips, it's okay that she was naked when he tucked her in, it's okay for their tongues to meet, it's okay to touch her there while they kissed. He worried frequently about hurting her or stunting her emotional growth. She had no reservations whatsoever.

As boundaries fell, his resolve weakened. He never expected it to go this far, never expected to need her this much. She filled his waking thoughts. His heart sang when he walked in the door and saw her. And when she touched him, his body couldn't help but respond. One night while Mama was away, she climbed into his bed and fit her naked form into his, as a little spoon to his big spoon. Putting his arm around her was so natural. But holding her lead to feeling her, which lead to her reaching back and rubbing his hardness on her special place.

He knew he should put a stop to it. He knew he should be strong. At the very least he needed to get a condom! Instead, his hips pushed forward the smallest amount at just the right angle, and his tip was now notched at her entrance. They both gasped as this new line was crossed.

"I'm... baby, I'm sorry, I..." But was he? He didn’t pull back. The head of his cock was still nestled right at her forbidden threshold. His apologies were more for himself, to assuage his guilt.

In the darkness, her small, soft voice said, "It’s okay, Daddy. I understand.”

It was okay, she said. She understood, she said. What did she understand? That he was on the precipice of committing a monstrous, shameful act? She had wanted this from the beginning, he realized belatedly, had been encouraging him at every step to give in to his lust and take her for his own. His mind warred with itself over the wrongness of it all, while his hands were still on her body and his manhood still pressed up against her sex. It was wrong, so very, very wrong. And yet he felt powerless to stop it, at this point. Every kiss, every touch, leading up to this moment had damned him.

It would only take the slightest motion. To be inside of his own daughter. To claim this body that he had helped form, this person that he had helped raise. This girl that he had loved before she was even born, from that first ultrasound. Wasn’t this just more love, to give her what she wanted? What she had been begging for? Yes, of course - he was doing this because he wanted her to be happy, he rationalized. This was their love coming full circle. He would give her what she needed. What they both needed, consequences be damned.

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It was finally happening. She had finally seduced her daddy. All of her efforts since that day that he had first turned her down, had been working towards this one magical moment. She felt like she was about to float away on a cloud of euphoria, and it was only because of the points their bodies touched - his hands on her breast and hip, the blunt head of his dick between her petals - that anchored her to the bed. As they hurtled towards consummation, anxious voices sprung up from within to hold her down, as well. What if it didn't feel good? What if he didn't like it? Would it hurt? How much, and for how long? If he saw her in pain, she knew her daddy might get scared and back off, and she couldn't have that.

And then he started to push into her, and the voices were silenced. He said something to her, maybe it was another apology? She couldn't hear, as she was so focused on the sensation of his cock forcing its way into her body. Stretching her hole bigger to accommodate its shape. Splitting her open so that she could be his woman; her daddy's woman.

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Her father slowly fills her up with his hard, insistent desire. He moans in pleasure, savoring every millimeter that his little girl takes within her body. When he is fully ensconced, he holds her close against his chest, kisses her hair. "Are you okay, baby girl? Daddy didn't hurt you too much, did he?"

She was panting and wincing from the pain of being stretched open. But she takes a deep breath and relaxes her face before turning to look at him. "No, Daddy. You didn't hurt me at all," she says quietly. Her hand strokes his cheek and brings his face towards hers for a tender kiss. She can see the relief on his face, can hear it in his sigh.

"That's good. I love you, baby." He kisses her back, and she whimpers into his mouth as she suddenly feels a gathering emptiness within; the fullness of his presence is receding, he is pulling out of her! The sensation stops, and reverses, and she gasps as he fills her up once more. He groans, "Oh God, sweetie! You're so-!" He can't find the words of this indescribable ecstasy.

For her, the pain has been replaced by something else entirely. She hear herself squealing and whimpering as she is filled and nearly emptied, filled and nearly emptied, over and over. Every thrust back into her leaves her feeling so warm, so loved. It’s all she's ever wanted or needed, to have her Daddy inside of her. Hearing the sounds that he's making, knowing that he is making them because of her, leaves her feeling giddy and breathless. He loves her. This is her Daddy's love in the flesh.

He pulls out to the very tip, so that he can feel that delicious slide alllll the way back in. His hand is squeezing her breast, his lips are on hers, or any part of her that they can reach. He is filling her, holding her, consuming her, completing her. Her whimpers and his moans are punctuated by the rhythmic sound of skin against skin. His need grows ever bigger with each joining, and soon he is thrusting into his girl faster and harder.

Her body shudders with each impact. She is dizzy, lost in the moment, not able to form words. High-pitched sounds slip out of her, forced out by the repeated push of his body into hers. She tries to concentrate on the feeling of him, tries to keep him inside by clenching as tight as she can around him.

"Oh baby, oh sweetie, it's too much," he whispers into the dark of the bedroom, a note of urgency or concern in his voice. He knows he is getting close. He feels her milking his cock. A warning is nagging at him in the back of his head; she is not on any birth control and he needs to pull out. Pull out before it's too late. But it is hard to hear that voice of caution amidst the ecstasy that he is feeling as he pumps in and out of his daughter. The pleasure is all consuming.

She knows what's coming, and she does not care. Let him. Let him fill her up and truly make her his.

His hands grip her harder and the steady rhythm of his hips falters. His body tenses. He groans her name in a way that sounds almost like a prayer. He thrusts all the way into her, and she feels as full as she's ever felt in her life. Her father's dick swells and throbs and starts to twitch within her, each twitch signaling that he has released a stream of his potent sperm into her fertile, unprotected depths.

Limits: scat/piss/blood/snuff

Needing some relief, but feel like I can’t find anyone interested in me. Not sure what I’m doing wrong. I am some what new to this life. Just seems like convos come and go quick. I do get lonely and can be needy so maybe just me. Anyone have any suggestions I’m all ears. Don’t seem to be many middles on here, which is more my speed than littles, but I can enjoy littles as well.

Limits. Violence, gore, piss, scat

Mom and I moved in with my grandpa after dad left. He's always been super sweet with me and all, but I hadn't seen him in a few years and now he looks at me like all the other men I know. He is really old fashioned with his views and always complains to my mom about how both her and I dress but then he also stares at us a lot. I talked with mom about it and she says it's normal for men to be like that and that I shouldn't make a big deal out of it so i wont.

limits is anything gross like watersports and things like that.

Looking for women who first started masturbating and having orgasms very, very early in your life. Especially if you started having orgasms EXTREMELY early. Would love to ask you more personal and invasive questions about this.

Limits: scat

Okay, this is the last time i had an experience with my dad since now i don't live with him but I'm still close with him!

Anyway! It was late at night and it was on a weekend soooo i allowed myself to stay up all night usually just binge watching shows or movies on the tv in the living room. My dad came down stairs and asked what i was doing up so late and i just said i was planning to watch a horror. He wanted to join so he sat next to me, a little close but we were used to that, and he picked which one to watch.

So the movie started and my legs are just propped on his thighs. And I don't know if this was me just not wanting to think about how scary the movie was, but i was trying to think about something else. With my dad RIGHT next to me, i wondered how he felt about the short shorts and tight shirt i was wearing without a bra. About if he maybe knew that i would rub my cunny on my plushie while thinking of him and how his cock would feel inside all my tight holes~

The thoughts were really running wild i started to get really wet and tried to not move in case he could he it since we were that close. My legs being right on his thighs made me even wetter as he was massaging them.

Eventually the movie ended, i said goodnight and ran upstairs but immediately finger fucked my cunny in bed~ It slid in and out so easily from how soaked it was and came so hard~ I just wished it was his cock inside my pounding it and filling me to the brim~

Limits: vomit, gore, piss, scat, race play, animals

i woke up to unbearable humidity this morning. it’s uncomfortable to sleep under the covers in the summertime.

there’s no real concrete structure to my days anymore now that the semester is over. all I have is a job that doesn’t do enough to fully occupy my mind. so naturally, in this heat, the mind wanders. sometimes it goes to foggy memories (or bad dreams, i can’t confirm) where a smaller version of myself is trying to wriggle my way out from under the covers while someone tries to force me still.

something about the heat and the darkness these days just claws at me until I’m full of desperation. it’s beginning to surpass sexual desire, it turns into wanting someone to want me, to fucking like me. so, i fall into strangers and take it on my knees just like a thousand times before.

i know it pushes you away.

tell me i’m a good girl anyways.

🪷: did you catch the lyric in this one? a thank you to my proofreader <3
18f & limits: degradation, misogyny, cnc, scat, piss, men asking if im “actually” 18, illegality