Beautiful hashtag. Mostly vitriol, but some gems.
Event found on Facebook. Called “Parent Prom.” Looks like it’s at a church but I like to imagine it’s an adults only consensual incest roleplay event. I guess it could still be held at a church… :p
Like the angles on this one. Looks like sword swallowing.
Hypnotizing a girl and then erasing all knowledge of what clothing is proves quite entertaining.
“What’s this thing?”
“Why’s it covering me?”
“Is it some kind of flag?”
“Wheee!”
Cute
Sometimes teeth.
I’m going to make you cum the only way a man should ever cum.
You’re going to worship my body. Sniff my armpits. Tell me how inferior you are because of that excuse for a clit between your legs.
Start with one finger in your ass, then work up to two. I want you massaging your prostate. Milk the cum until it dribbles out onto the floor.
Then you get to eat it up for me.
Don’t miss a single drop!
In celebration of half price candy day, give a cum bunny a load or two.
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He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss.
It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…
You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.
He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond that it would probably drive your bully wild.
It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command…
*chomp* *chomp*
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