I must be ovulating. Nothing else makes sense why I am this submissive and drooling over every word. I hardly give myself permission to drool over men, or to want and desire. So rarely I feel anything. I’ll ride this wave for as long as I can.

He gave me instructions and that made me even more wet and compliant. Am i melting?

Oh god… what is wrong with me? I’m getting worked up. By a man. And I can’t stop throbbing at every little word he says. God so help me. I must be truly sick. My slutty little self feels grateful and I don’t know why, but hell, am I obedient.

*cries in the negative balance*

I’m subbing AGAIN

Faith. Intimacy. Hedonism.

At this point I’m popping out one chapter a day and proud of myself to being back to writing religious smut

I believe that real prayer is not in your beliefs, but rather in your intentions.

Being sick makes me realize how much I dislike mouth breathers 😒

Humid days like this wreak havoc on my hair (roots especially) 😭😭😭

MY CHECK IS SHORT

Its always “come for me” and never “come for us”, if you’re mentally ill and have 2 other personalities, you BEST BELIEVE I’m dating you all and you are all fuckin me

Sometimes I am close to cumming when I read smutty scenes from a book or think about someone in specific and god it’s happening at the most inconvenient time and I can’t even get it to stop. My body is just in overdrive, blaring in my panties with need. Someone help me

I told the kids about Krampus so they will behave today. Also, black Santa is real.

Anal sex would fix me right now

I just came. I’m boneless. Boneless. BONELESSSS! TENDERNISM!

Can I please get Black Friday deals on my bills?

Eye appointment today, bought my stuffy for support and to beat up on and scratch when I get uncomfortable.

Sometimes I think I set myself up for heart break.

I can’t feel my body

Bro I’m hangry

I wish my FWB would go fuck other women outside of his marriage (other than me) because I always feel this pressure to be on schedule since he only comes to me. Like your already cheating on your wife, why do you care where else you stick it then? Why it’s only? Before I would’ve felt special, but

I must be ovulating because I put truffle salt on my dark chocolate filled cones and as weird a combo as it is— it actually fckn hits

I want to eat a soul and shit it out

Paddington Bear too

Just another day of realizing how badly I want to fuck Mothman

Just gonna leave that there

Okay but what if 🥹👉🏾👈🏾🥺 we uh… 🥺 made love while listening to 👉🏾👉🏾👈🏾👈🏾 #Dracula by #TameImpala ? 🥺😙

My slip chain collar is on its way!!! YAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYY

I’m gonna leave that man alone

Seeing my mother is like the equivalent of seeing an ex who refuses to move on or admit it’s over; after everything abusive they’ve done to you and still calling you like nothing ever happened and acting happy and shit.

I would give my last $8 if it means I get to keep my precious Quinn subscription. I refuse to part with it. I need my sounds. I need men speaking to my blood, touching me with their words, making me tighten, loosen and vulnerable in all the right places.

I see a bunch of big bitches with their skinny fit boyfriends— WHENS IT GONNA BE MY TURN OR AM I TOO LARD-LITE FOR YOUR ASS SKINNEH BOI?!???!!!?

He was not joking when he said he has it down bad for fatties. I mean I’m one of them but DAMN he means like fat fat 💀 I don’t got all that cushion

Pegging tall men as a short girl is everything life has to offer

I hate the word “juicy”

thought about the consequences and deleted Anyyywhoooooo

guess you could call me a certified monster fucker if you mean by the way I get fucked in my sleep by sleep paralysis demons. It's not just fantasy I write. I live it. Now only if there were Twilight-sized werewolves and Mothman, Cthulus were real, I'd fuck them too. I'm begging Krampus.

TBH I'd fuck a #monster over a man any day. If I had a choice and they were real.

You’re the sun I fly too close to.

God I love pretty emo bi-twink boys

You ever just read a book and then understand why it’s free, because of the absolute quality of it.

There was a lantern fly outside my apartment after I came back from grocery shopping. A LANTERN FLY IN THE DEAD OF FCKN FALL. Bitch you gotta me kiddin’ me. That has to be a Halloween decoration gone loose pr something. I refuse to believe those fuckers are still out and about 😤

I have one man who wants to collar me. Another who is interested in beginning a dynamic. And a lover who is deporting soon, who is a subby-leaning switch that won’t give me the exact fix I require for my darker needs and kinks/lifestyle. Men want me a piece of me and it’s just — oof

A lot of people want to own me, collar me or scene with me. Very few can reach past the talking stage. Very few have the privilege of beginning to own me, worthy of the gift that is my unmatched submission and presence. When you have me, you will have me and I will serve with my blood.

This country was founded on racism (and stolen), how the fuck else do you think it’s going to end?

A man that says “I don’t have a political preference” is a red flag. “I don’t see color” — nigga youse as bad as they come if you look away to someone’s injustices and all that is wrong with the world

Mind-break, corruption, identity death, instant loss, brainwashing, transformation, uniforms, bondage, reprogramming and endless submission… and that’s just the start. 💜

I’m filling up my friend’s gift bag for her belated birthday. I just love making gift bags for anyone, really. Thoughtful little things that don’t have to be expensive (or can be stolen lol) and letting someone know I care for them by giving them trinkets

Who am I going to drunk text tonight?