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Things I have learned about prostate orgasms this morning

I was doing a bit of research (for fic, obviously). This reddit thread is an excellent resource, but not the only one.

For prostate only stimulation, orgasms tend to be dry, but not always.

Multiple orgasms are possible and there is no refractory period if there is no ejaculation.

Prostate milking and prostate orgasms are not the same thing. With prostate milking, the penis tends to be flaccid and fluid comes out without an orgasm.

Combined penis stimulation and prostate stimulation results in a normal, but usually much more intense orgasm with ejaculation.

You can massage the prostate externally and achieve orgasm, but it’s more difficult as it requires a lot of pressure on the perianal region.

It can take practice to “learn” to have prostate orgasms. Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes it takes 5 minutes. Reported times vary a lot!

There tends to be a substantial, long-lasting afterglow post-prostate orgasm(s), especially after a long session. This is contrasted with “normal” orgasms, where after ejaculation, any sexual interest goes to zero.

Most people seem find it very enjoyable, but were initially very hesitant to try it.

The feeling of the orgasm itself is different from an orgasm from penis-only stimulation.

People seem to prefer finishing off a session with ejaculation. After extended prostate stimulation, there is usually a lot of ejaculate in the final orgasm. I quote, from the link at the start of this post, “Get ready to clean up, because the amount of cum that will come out is unbelievable.“

Experiences vary a lot from person to person. Some people have prostate orgasms easily, some don’t. Some ejaculate every time, and some never ejaculate at all. Intensity of feelings varies. Time taken to achieve orgasm varies. Some never succeed in having orgasms purely through prostate stimulation.

This has been a PSA.

Hi everyone! Been a couple of days since posted anything, took a couple of days off tumblr to get my shit together. Everything's always super hectic this time of year, i can never cope 😑😅.

Anyways here's a pic for u, I kinda like this one! Probably due for a haircut looking at this though actually 🤔.

Reblog and ask nicely if u wanna see what's under the sticker (I mean u can probably guess though 😅)

Ringing in the new year with her tits squashed under a toilet ring. Starting 2020 off right with a girl degrading herself for Men.

happy new year everyone xo

Uh oh. It’s me.

A fake sympathy voice is my absolute favorite thing to pull as a dom

“Aww, poor thing, I just neglect you soo much don’t I?”

“I have to be careful I might break my little thing.”

“Oh no, I hurt you? Keep it up and I’ll have to give you something to really cry about, baby.”

can I please have a soft love with an aggressive and kinky undertone

After over 4 years of indefinite hiatus, this is my continuation.

Hello, Tumblr. My name is Clark.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆.

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~ 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦

~ 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩

~ 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵

~ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯

~ 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘵

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~ 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 (𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦)

~ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘳. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩.

~ 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦: 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘋𝘋/𝘭𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘯𝘤, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘥𝘢𝘥/𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺), 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

~ 𝘓𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴: 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮.

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Disclaimer:

This blog is solely intended to serve as an outlet for fantasy. This is not an advocacy of these fantasies to be conducted outside the confines of a consensual adult interaction. We are all equally human at the end of the day. Actual abuse and mistreatment is entirely unwelcome.

Consent is key.

If you are under 18, do NOT interact with me.

You need to be broken before you can be built into what you were always meant to be.

You need to be reduced to nothing before you can realize that you’ll do anything just to be something again. You’ll be more than something. A perfect, obedient girl that Daddy is going to mold into what I need you to be. You’ll realize that this is what you’ve needed too.

Be good for me, and I’ll keep you. Do as you’re told, and I won’t toss you away. Be everything I need you to be, and you’ll be mine.

You’ve found your true purpose. You’ll thank me for everything I’ve done to make you mine. You’ll give me every part of yourself because there’s nothing you’d rather be than be owned by me.

My ultimate fantasy

My ultimate fantasy, something that keeps me up at night, the one thing where I know all my sexual fantasies are realized…

It’s to be kidnapped. But not just kidnapped. Oh no, not a one night fuck-and-dump, no snuff here.

I want to be tied up, in a disgusting old basement. I want to be chained to the ceiling, naked, uncomfortable.

I want to be left alone.

See, because I don’t just want to be raped. I want to be destroyed.

Don’t touch me for the first few days. Leave me in filth. Don’t feed me, until I beg for water. Let me down from the ceiling where my wrists are raw and practically dislocated from passing out on the chain. Feed me out of a dog bowl. If I’m ungrateful, threaten to let me starve. If you’ve done it right, I’ll be so hungry that when you tell me to be polite, I’ll say “please” and “thank you” without thinking. Feed me table scraps, feed me dog food. Mix piss with my water. That way every time I get something remotely good, I will want to cry with how happy I am. The first time you give me hot food, I will cry. I’ll practically be begging to kiss your boots.

The first time you rape me, I want it to hurt. It has to hurt. Rough, brutal, no prep. Leave me bruised and sore and bleeding. Come back and do it again, but this time with a little bit of softness. Mix it back and forth, and back and forth. Rough and soft. Mix between calling me disgusting and a dog and completely worthless… and calling me your good girl. Your poor, sweet little princess.

Then, after I no longer fight at all. I suck your cock with eagerness, I present my holes happily. Rape me like the first time. Make me cry, and scream. Give me a glimmer of hope by maybe loosening the chains.

And then leave me. Leave me alone. Feed me just enough to keep me alive. Come in, maybe tell me a story. Threaten me. But don’t touch me. Leave me far longer than you think you have to.

Eventually I will beg to be used again. I’ll beg and cry and tell you I’ll do anything. Not to escape, I’m broken past that. But for you to touch me. I’m so cold. When I can’t form words anymore, from cracked lips and isolation, I’ll just whimper and whine. Mumble when you come in.

This is where you get to have fun.

Months after, when I’m broken, you get to fix me.

I’m a rack of bones, my hair is matted and disgusting. No one would want me. But you get to groom me.

I cry when one day, you kneel down on the floor and touch me. I flinch first, but you stroke my neck, and down my back. You draw circles on my skin. I cry, because this is so nice. This is so different. Your voice is soft when you console me.

Little girl, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.

You promise that, if I come upstairs, and am a good girl for him, I never have to see the basement again. I get to be yours.

You bring me upstairs, I’m so frail I can barely stand. You half carry me up the stairs. When we’re upstairs, my eyes hurt from the light so bad I hide in your chest. It’s not a mistake that you’ve chosen a soft shirt.

Its a hot shower, to rinse all the dirt and grime off of me. You wash and wash and brush my hair until its mostly clean. And then into the tub, both of us. I moan at the hot water, and you chuckle and ask if I feel good. I just nod.

Your hands are soft on my scalp as you wash it again, and then conditioner that is so lovingly massaged into my hair. You shave me everywhere, have me sit up so he can get every inch of hair. Your hands feel nice as you massage soap into my skin.

You ask if I remember my name. My age. I have no answers. You make things up, they don’t sound right, but I can’t remember anyways. I can vaguely remember the fact that I had a life before… But I can’t remember details. I can vaguely remember that once you were bad, but don’t have the energy to care.

You say things that confuse me. You touch me, to make me feel good. My pussy, my breasts.

You dry me off, and I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. Hair longer than ever before, so so skinny. But its so nice, being touched. Having you brush product through my hair. Oil on my lips, cream on my skin.

I start crying, I beg not to be put in the basement.

You tell me how it is, how its going to be. It scares me a little.

Calls me baby, says I don’t have to go down there again. Only if I promise to be good, and do whatever you say. Says I’m going to have my own little cage, but don’t worry because its got a blanket. And if I’m really good I get to sleep with you, and cuddle, and be warm. Says I get to have my own collar, like a real animal. My own bowl, but this time its going to be clean. I get to suck your dick, which I liked doing. And he’s going to make me feel good. Calls me princess, but then pulls my hair. I yelp out. Threatens me that if I don’t do whatever he says, if I don’t say thank you when he gets frustrated and takes it out on me, if I can’t handle licking his ass and drinking his piss and call him Daddy and do anything you want? Then I thrown in the basement, and you get to ruin me until I get to be no good anymore. Until I go right in the garbage.

And he gives me a choice, option A or B?

I cry, say Daddy, please. The first, one. I promise to be good. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Daddy please don’t put me down there. I don’t wanna be thrown out.

You tell me to open my mouth.

I do, without hesitation.

You spit in my mouth, a thick gob that makes me flinch, but only a little.

You tell me to swallow.

I do that too. There’s a growing part of me that wants to swallow whatever you give me.

You tell me to say thank you.

I do. Thank you, Daddy.

Then you call me good girl, which I really like.

You let go of my hair, and wrap your arms around me. I cling to you like I don’t want to let go.

You dress me in pigtails and a skimpy, sheer shirt. A plug goes in my butt, which I don’t whine about at all.

You tell me some time you’ll get me some nice, new clothes. Pretty bras and panties. Maybe some nice socks, I bet your feet are cold.

And eventually, its past a desperate need for survival and affection.

I actually love you.

And I wouldn’t want life to be any other way.

Ribs are how I know you’re worth giving attention to. Let Daddy help you achieve your goals of looking like this so I can give you the treatment you deserve.

I’m hungry, daddy, let me have all of you inside me.

Pretty please 🙏🏻