“OMG MISTRESS” [deleted]
“Please take over my life.” [deleted]
“Cuck me”
“Punish me”
“Break me”
“I’m edging”
“I’m gooning”
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“I’m sorry I deleted last time, Goddess”
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Before you delete another account, stop. Breathe. And ask yourself who benefits from this shame?
It’s not you. It’s not me.
It’s some puritan motherfucker who decided what was and wasn’t acceptable. What was and wasn’t masculine. What everyone else should get off on.
The reason face-to-face man-on-top penetrative sex is called missionary is because the Christian missionaries tried to convince everyone it was the only holy way to do the deed.
Shame around kink is just a legacy from that bullshit.
Free yourself. Keep your account. Embrace your authenticity.
So you like to be cucked? Rad! Lots of people do.
You want to be stepped on by a beautiful woman? Me fucking too.
You want to throw money at someone who calls you a loser? Go for it, king.
If you need to walk away for your mental health, I’m not judging you. But so much of this deletion reeks of shame.
And baby, why? We all get off on weird shit. Even the vanillas. They just don’t admit it.
I had one of the best orgasms of my life after quitting a shitty job about a decade ago. I was so turned on by my own audacity and how I left them begging me to come back that I immediately had to go touch myself.
Sometimes I see myself in the mirror and get turned on by my own reflection.
I get instantly wet when people send me money for simply turning them on.
The point? We’re all just kinky weirdos. Your weird is welcome here. Stay. Settle in. Stop judging your damn self – the world does enough of that for us.