I, um, wha, whazz… izzat you, Renee?
“No, sweetie. It’s just another one of your sexy dreams. You remember your sexy dreams, don’t you? You’re always lying in bed, just like you are now, so groggy and sleepy that you can’t really move a muscle because….”
Because I’ve been… hypnotized….
“That’s right! Good girl! Because you’ve been hypnotized. That always makes so much sense in your dreams, even though the waking Molly knows she’s too smart and too strong to ever go into a deep hypnotic trance for me. It’s only in these silly, sexy dreams that you realize you’re so weak that all I had to do was whisper a single word, and your fuzzy little mind decided to go to bed early for me. You remember it all now, don’t you?”
Uh huh. S'not real, though. S'just a dream….
“Of course it is, honey doll. It’s all just a dream, and that’s why it doesn’t startle you when I come in and lie on the bed next to you without any clothes on. If you were awake, if you could open those heavy, sleepy eyes and really look at me, you’d be surprised… but because you know I’m not really here and I’m not really touching myself while I stare at your perky titties, you can just relax and enjoy this sexy dream. Isn’t that right?”
S-sexy dream?
“Oh, yes. It’s very sexy. Every time I pause, you can hear my fingers sloshing and squishing inside my soaking cunt. Every time you inhale, you can smell the scent of pussy getting stronger and stronger. It’s turning you on so much… and because it’s all just a dream, because it’s not really happening and there aren’t any consequences, you don’t have to resist those sexy feelings, do you? You can dream about your fingers creeping down between your legs and rubbing through your panties, making yourself wetter and wetter as you imagine me masturbating right beside you. It’s so hot, isn’t it, pretty girl?”
H-hot, I… y-yes, hot….
“And because it’s so hot, you can imagine a little bit of your straightness melting away every time you have this sexy dream. You can picture your rubbing fingers teasing away a little bit more of your resistance, making you a little bit more gay for me each time you fantasize about being hypnotized into my weak, horny lesbian slut, and when you wake up you’ll feel so good and happy you won’t even need to remember it. Isn’t that right?”
Unh, unh, uh huhhh!
“Until the day all that resistance is gone for good. Until the day you decide to seduce me, all on your own, without even knowing why. That’s when I’m going to make that pretty pussy cum so hard, sweetie pie. That’s when I’ll show you all the wonderful things you’ve been dreaming about.”
Y-yes, Mistress….
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Bentley Corniche by Mulliner
Whenever the topic of autism self diagnosis comes up, inevitably a comment about "what about people faking it" comes up.
1. Who are you to determine whether they're faking it or not?
2. Is it really worth gatekeeping many people because of the actions of a few?
Asexuals are forgotten and invalidated a lot. Especially if they identify as men or are masculine presenting. For that matter sometimes men in the ace community are even forgotten and invalidated by the community itself! So, men and masculine presenting members of the ace community, I want all of you to know that you just as valid as every single other member of the asexual community. I'm sorry if someone else has ever told you otherwise. You are a valuable and wonderful member of community and you deserve the space you take up in it. For those of you who aren't ace men yourself but one or more of your family/friends/loved ones is an ace man or an ace masc presenting person, please remind them that they're valid and loved any chance you get to.
I make a post with a reminder like this every year. I started it because I'd seen the way ace men were often left out of the conversation on ace issues and treated like an afterthought and felt that that was wrong.
Stucky & Text posts
Ace Pride Star Wars icons for Asexual Awareness Week
Please like or reblog if you’re going to use them. Credit is not necessary, but if someone asks where you got it please direct them to this blog.
Link to Demisexual icons, Link to Grey-Asexual icons
So true
Reading about how to manage pcos and it’s like:
don’t use deodorant, don’t use perfume, stop eating carbs, stop eating dairy, stop eating sugar, stop eating gluten, stop consuming any form of caffeine, stop consuming salt, don’t use nonstick pans, don’t drink water from plastic water bottles, take 20 different supplements every day, eat avocados every day, live in the forest, build a house from logs you personally got from cutting a pine tree in the forest, only feast on berries and meat you hunted yourself and only drink water from the stream behind your wooden house in the forest.
Fudgy Brownie Cookies
Recipe source: Marsha’s Baking Addiction
Modiphius has just revealed more artwork from the new Fallout: The Roleplaying Game expansion, Winter of Atom. Introducing the Gigapede.
This beast is being used by the rogue sect of the Children of Atom to wreak havoc on the Commonwealth. It can destroy settlements easily and burrow underground.
Winter of Atom will begin pre-orders on May 11th, 2023. Those that pre-order will receive the digital PDF right away, with physical copies shipping in July and in-store copies appearing the same month.
Thank you @modiphius for this wonderful expansion! We're incredibly excited and looking forward to it! You can check out the new Modiphius blog post about Winter of Atom here:
https://www.modiphius.net/blogs/news/the-winter-war
“Someone’s been such a naughty little tease, haven’t they?” The words took Kendra by almost as much surprise as the fingers; she recognized the voice, of course, it was Cissy’s mom, but she’d never heard the older woman’s tones filled with so much power and confidence and carefully controlled lust. “Walking around my house in nothing but her underwear all the time, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over and shows off the outline of her pretty pink pussy through her panties. Well, I knew what you were doing, my darling girl. And I knew you were just waiting for someone to tame that hot little body of yours. Just like this.” She pressed a little harder over Kendra’s clit, causing a surge of pleasure to go off in the brunette’s head like fireworks.
Cissy’s mom followed it up by swiftly and neatly undoing Kendra’s bra with her free hand, exposing the slightly paler flesh of her breasts and contrasting her suntanned body, then stepping in until they were pressed tightly against each other and kissing Kendra’s neck right at the hollow of her jawline. “It won’t take more than a few moments, really,” the older woman murmured between nuzzling caresses, her lips constantly finding new spots to tease and tickle while her fingers continued their relentless stimulation. “You’re such a horny little girl, so weak and wet and needy for more, and all you really need is permission to sink into the pleasure and let your mind shut down and allow your pussy to do the thinking for you. Your pussy knows what it wants. Your pretty titties know what they want. You’re the only one who’s confused.” The other hand began to squeeze and pinch Kendra’s nipples, and she gasped in hot, tingling arousal.
This wasn’t what she’d expected when she agreed to spend Spring Break with Cissy at her mom’s house in Mendocino instead of joining the crowd down in Daytona. Kendra thought that she and Cissy would wind up getting together, spending their days sunbathing topless and their nights in the same bed. But it turned out that Cissy genuinely only saw her as a friend, and furthermore that she was there to reconnect with some old boyfriend who was happy to explore what college had made of the leggy blonde. Kendra barely saw her after the first day… but she saw a lot of Cissy’s divorced, independently wealthy mom. And apparently Cissy’s mom saw her, too. “Confused minds stop thinking, don’t they, pretty girl?” the older woman asked, and Kendra’s head lolled up and down in thoughtless acquiescence.
“Good girl,” the seductive voice purred, a pleasant contralto that tickled Kendra’s neck with every panting breath. “I’m going to keep rubbing you just a little while longer, just enough to make sure you don’t have a single thought left in that pretty, empty head of yours. And then I’m going to bring you into my bedroom and I’m going to throw you onto my bed and I’m going to tonguefuck that wet, horny pussy of yours until you see stars. Do you understand, little girl?” Kendra nodded. “Do you want that?” She nodded again. “Do you want to be a hot, needy slut for Mistress?” Another nod, the sense of amiable acceptance daisy-chaining from one agreement to the next until Kendra couldn’t even remember what she was saying yes to. She only knew she wanted it all, she’d never been touched like this by any of the boys or girls on campus, and her mind finally collapsed into perfect obedience as she shuddered in the first of many climaxes for her new owner.
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