Dude, I Had No Idea That Omo•org Was So Controversial? I've Been On There A Good Few Times, But For

computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.

essentially all I’m saying is that you need to be less afraid of being a pervert. You have to train and practice the pervert muscles in your heart so they can grow strong. Literally everyone is a pervert about certain things and many people still think they’re perverts for chill regular things like being gay because their upbringing has left them with atrophied senses of sex. We solve both of these problems at once by encouraging burgeoning pervertedness at every step of the way and ensuring people do not feel like they have to hide it under lip service to norms

Okay, so I never saw "2 g1rls, 1 cup" but was it actually that bad? Like, ik there's scat too, but just... Omo?

PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

I'm so into someone that I simply watch redhead porn now. Help I'm monogamous in a way even I don't understand

I've never had a wet dream, HOWEVER last night I had a dream that I just got off to. I dreamt of a guy eating me out on the balcony of a second floor restaurant. So fucking hot.

Pls help I'm picturing the Bug Kiss in my junk

reblog if you’re a transmasc who needs cervix kisses from a transfem

THIS.

Okay but jeans are the best in terms of omo and I stand by that so strongly I will fight you if you disagree.

- They’re usually light enough that the wet patch is really obvious.

- they’re often pretty tight so the piss like,, has no wear to go at first and spreads across the thighs-

- the material absorbs liquid to the stain spreads out even further

- the uh,, heat insulation the thickness provides 😳😳😳

- belts, buttons and zippers can lead to either very close calls or complete accidents

- the tightness around the waist pushing down on all the wrong places at all the wrong times.

Just,,,,, I think piss jeans are very hot okay.

"i won't do polyamory because i don't think it's for me and i'm personally uncomfortable with the idea" <- wonderful i love you live your life however you want youre amazing youre incredible

"i won't do polyamory because it's wrong/it's just cheating" incorrect i'm killing you then my boyfriend is killing you then his boyfriend is killing you then his boyfriend is killing you then his boyfriend is killing you then h

Finally went after four perfect lessons😭 it's so embarrassing that I'm that desperate with just 20 seconds worth of piss