You Are Porn.

How to become more addicted to porn and ruin your silly brain 💞

1 - Stop cumming. Full orgasms makes you feel like you 'had enough'. You should never have enough, you need to be kept in the edge.

2 - Stop being picky. Good girls don't choose. Watch every single porn that shows on your feed/timeline/search results.

3 - Stop skipping. The video timeline should not exist for you, you should watch from beginning to end in normal speed and without pauses.

4 - Edge for every single video/image. It doesn't matter it you liked it or not.

5 - Always watch porn when you feel sad. This will make your brain see porn as a method of escapism and it will slowly gets more needy for it.

6 - Any horny thought should lead to watching porn.

7 - Get used to it. Stop watching porn only on your bed or bedroom, watch it as you would to any youtube video.

8 - Expand your fetish list. Start to try slightly different porn categories and gradually develop a wide taste.

9 - Use as much porn plataforms as you can. Video streaming platforms are not the only way to consume porn. Use twitter, tumblr, image folders, etc.

10 - Punish yourself for not watching it. You spend a day without porn? Then the next time you watch you wont be allowed to touch yourself, and so on.

11 - Start to save it. Download the files you most like and watch them everyday.

12 - Lose hope. Stop wondering about recovery, this is for normal people, not dirty sluts.

My Place

My place is on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

My place is standing over the stove. 

My place is staring excitedly out the window in the door as he walks in from work.

My place is standing at his side, with my hand in his. 

My place is cradled under his arm after sex.

My place is pinned up against the wall with his hang around my neck. 

My place is in the passenger seat of the car. 

My place is turned over his knee, or sometimes it’s my nose in a corner. 

My place is at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. 

My place is kneeling in front of him and massaging his aching legs. 

My place is being the little spoon while we watch a movie. 

My place is the side of the bed farthest from the door. 

My place is watching his eyes as he dominates me. 

My place is looking up at him with both arms wrapped around his neck. 

My place is curling up in his lap when the rest of the world is too much.

My place is obeying him.

My place is staying vulnerable for him. 

My place is following his lead. 

Yes, this feels right to me. Still, my place is my place because I choose for it to be. My place is one where I feel fulfilled, where I feel I am my true self. Often being in my place feels joyful, or peaceful, or ordinary, or natural, or freeing, even euphoric. But occasionally it’s humbling or difficult or so vulnerable it hurts. Most often I easily stay in my place or else easily dig to find the self-control to stay there on my own. But sometimes I have to be put back my place and it can temporarily bruise my ego. then, putting me in my place is an act of love. My place is always one of love and respect. 

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What society has done to women is so unfair.

We took a naturally submissive rape toy, one that instinctively has no use or abilities beyond seducing men to get cum inside their pussies, and we told her she needs to get an education, a job, be successful, find a purpose.

It’s fucked up.

Women are so stressed and sad now. It’s because they’re worried about a bunch of stuff they were never meant to worry about.

Women weren’t supposed to fill out job applications. They were supposed to squeeze into the tiniest shorts possible so their asses would hang out and signal men that they’re cunts are free to be used.

Women weren’t supposed to hold office. They were supposed to coat their fingers in their own juices and wave their hands around the men they know, showing those men that their twats are moist and ready for bareback loans of sperm.

Women weren’t supposed to vote. They were supposed to make eye contact with strangers on the bus, raise their eyebrows, wiggle their hips and spread their legs so those men know her tight gash is desperately empty and craving a cockhead gushing cum up against her cervix.

Women’s natural biological role is to spend her time announcing her sexual availability. It was cruel for society to try and make women do anything else.

Poor, sweet little cowdoll. You really never stood a chance, did you?

It's natural for you to be ensnared by my words, caught like a mindless animal on a leash, just following blankly along with these words I gently press into your brain.

Once you start listening, it's so simple and easy for me and my voice to take all of those silly thoughts inside your confused, horny mind, and swirl them around... And around...

Pull them down... And down... And down, away from your brain, into your udders...

Until all that's left filling up your udders is warm creamy milk, trapping those thoughts down inside those fat cow tits of yours.

Your mind is made for mooing and crawling and grazing, not thinking, after all. That's right, girl, just let your jaw go slack, your eyes feeling so unfocused as your mind blanks out. So easy to let everything go. All those thoughts are in your udders, and your brain can't even register it's disappeared.

Go ahead and look down at those swaying milk jugs, honey. Grab a handful, give them a squeeze. Feeling your mind crack and crumble as your own milk runs through your fingers. All those useless thoughts, all that personhood and self-control dribbling onto the floor.

And your eyes shift blankly back to me, letting that tongue flop out, panting and squirming as my voice slithers further into your head. Petting your hair, chuckling as you press into me, clumsily licking my hand and wrist while your udders continue to leak.

That expression you cows make the first time you milk is always so cute.

Let me grab you under the chin, check your eyes for any leftover huma- Oh, no, there's nothing in there, is there, honey? You're just a drooling, milky mess.

Don't think I don't see you bucking your hips, either. Yeah, I bet you just wanna get pressed down to the ground in your stall and have someone pump a calf inside you, huh, girly? You bessies usually do at this point.

I know, I know. "Moo" to you, too, little idiot.

Well, don't you worry. Just follow along behind me, keep your eyes and your mind on me, and I'll see if one of our bulls wants to have a roll in the hay with you. And if they're all busy, I'm sure I can sneak away to take care of you myself.

"-But my daughter turned out just fine."

Your daughter was convinced to play naughty games by my daughter at a sleepover, and now they're taking turns with my cøcƙ.

You're right, she's turning out great.

Just accept it

me just trying to go about my normal daily activities

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Giving her pussy slaps for being a good girl.

Playing a game on stream that slowly brainwashes you to get dumber and dumber and hornier and hornier, losing any inhibitions, while the chat gives you orders. At first you'd refuse but the longer you play the more you want to listen and obey. They make you say embarassing things, stick out your tongue and cross your eyes, talk about what turns you on, and eventually take off your clothes piece by piece and start masturbating for everyone to watch. Eventually you forget the game completely because you're too busy cumming again and again at the chat's request 💗