last one 😜 -this will expire ⏰- #SweetSunday #Ash #Whispers #Sweetheart

“I Wish My Cock Looked Like That: And Other Strange Thoughts I’ve Had on NSFW Socials,” a book of essays by Jack Wuthering

what do I want? 1. A sense of purpose 2. A body that doesn’t feel broken and scary 3. Financial stability Not the mostly useless “stuff” I have to put on a list for my family to buy for me while never understanding who I am

Not sure any yearly task makes me hate myself more than trying to make a Christmas list.

quick soft Sunday, for now 🩶 #softsunday

Nobody texts me first.

how it feels sending my energy out into the world and getting nothing back lol

I *did* get blocked by three more people recently, though, which weirdly made me happy haha

I can’t even remember the last time I got a new follower that was a real live human being, and not just a bot. Sigh.

anyway, mine are *****, *******, *******, and ******. lol.

Curl my leash around your wrist—like this— while you paint my fingernails whatever color you desire?

Good morning, gorgeous people. Can someone bring me a very strong coffee in bed? I’m so tired and so cozy… need to be jolted awake.

Does anyone else have like a Mount Rushmore of lost crushes?

My cock looks too good—all ringed and leashed and lubed—for no one to be playing with it right now…

I switched cock rings and am leashed in the bathtub instead of at my desk now 😉

All my writing is coming out sad today-- which is funny because I'm actually in a pretty elevated, ecstatic mood right now. I guess my brain is just processing things from the past and present.

Another haiku: everybody leaves, sometimes even me, evergreen, trampled pine needles. -Jack Wuthering November 10, 2025

the fact that I’ve never had one of you send for me to get a pedicure is an actual crime. like I’m gonna be hella bitter about that til it changes cause WTF YALL DO BETTER

No one forget about her! Send her love!

Just bought myself three new cock rings 🤭

Being leashed to my desk has me thinking about designing the "desk pet area" under it again-- making it cozy with pillows and blankets and stuffies, putting up string lights, hanging pictures I've colored for you to look at and feel safe while you sleep there every night waiting for me...

I was going to take a shower first, but I’m in that aromatic sweet spot where I’m just alluringly musky but not stinky, and I’m rather enjoying that, so I might just leash myself right away instead.

another old photo I really love 😘

Haiku: I just want to feel kept, with your name dangling off my stiffened cock. -Jack Wuthering November 10, 2025

Haiku: we were a sunset— first beauty, then dark—at least I gave her the stars. -Jack Wuthering

Scrolling through old pictures, waiting for my coffee to arrive, found some old #handporn to share with you:

Good morning. I’m planning to spend the bulk of the day at my desk at home, might end up leashing myself to the desk even 😉

Haiku: we were a sunset— first beauty, then dark—at least I gave her the stars. -Jack Wuthering

Talk to me 💙

It’s been a while, and I’m happily leashed, so… AMA 🥰 ngl.link/jack_wutheri...

I might put my leash on… 🤭

Guys…exciting news. My libido is back 🤭

My headache and my horny are having a war today.

Guys…exciting news. My libido is back 🤭

Good morning, loves and faves. My brain finally feels light today for a change, it feels like the biggest sigh of relief 🥰😢

You ever just feel very, very lost?

Don’t waste your time reading self-help books. There is no art there, no real humanity, only industry.

Remind yourself that the world is beautiful.

Sigh.

Haiku: in rootless bodies, reciprocation remains rare— meat doesn’t meet. -Jack Wuthering #HaikuoftheDay

Me, shocked whenever I feel even the slightest surge of sexual arousal these days since my libido has deserted me:

🎶Hello SAD-ness my old friend, you’ve come to fuck with me again.🎶

I want to punch the customer I just talked to on the phone in the face. Repeatedly. And then shove the popcorn about which they yelled at me down their throat.

Woke up the worst kind of sick today—sick enough to feel terrible, but not sick enough to not go to work.

I have gone into austerity mode, and unfortunately I must probably stay there a while.

I’m not here for now.

Good morning 🫣

A little quote from the James Baldwin novel I’m reading currently:

Can’t. At work till 10 fucking o’clock.