I Dont Even Have Sex I Just Make The Posts For Clout

they should invent dry humping that happens to me

i want love

faux sympathy is actually evil.

you’re ruining me, i’m shaking, barely coherent, and you have the audacity to say “i know, baby, it’s a lot, huh?” all sweet and condescending like yeah??? obviously??? but are you stopping? no :( you just keep going, all soft and sweet, acting like you feel bad while actively making it worse. it’s sick and i need more of it immediately.

the idea of casual domming <3 asking me to do small tasks for you and you tell me i did a good job in that extra sweet tone. tugging on my sleeve or the collar of my shirt when you want me to tag along. using one word commands like ‘sit’ and ‘stay.’

you get to watch my mind blank for one second. you get to watch me wonder if you’re doing this on purpose. unsure if i should call you out or not. though every time i do it ends in, “hm? what do you mean? you’re such a dirty minded thing.”

"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee

I dont need attention anymore actually

[two people fighting over what squirt is]

person A: squirt is squirt! me: yay! person B: squirt is pee! me: yay! person A: what me: what

“Liked your post” just say you want me

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

we need more packer play i think. i want you groping it through my jeans and commenting on how you can feel me get hard. i want you tracing the outline of it with your fingers. i want you picking out the size of my packer. i want you sucking on it and begging for me to cum down your throat