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Bitches be like #bringbackdryhumping girl we have been don’t even

And if you haven’t, shame on you that shyts fire

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the right side of my neck is bruised and bitten, I need my entire throat black and blue from this vampire.

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Missionary so you can see the pure lust on my face

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ropeplay but instead of rope its a spidergirls web

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Sorry I only fuck dorks and goofs

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another day another boner

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desperately need to shotgun someone, watch the innocence pour away as they get addicted to the burning sensation and sweet flavour

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I’m sorry for stealing a wlw post but it’s too true not to

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The Beggar, The Dog, The Magician

I hold my hands out. Squeeze my fingers together, nestled into one another, afraid the gaps between them would leak any of the scraps you decide to give me. The thought of you slipping through my fingers makes my palms ache. I press my hands together tighter. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

They say beggars can’t be choosers but I tirelessly choose you. Over and over and over again. I let you emaciate me. I accept whatever you place into my hands. There are times where I become a magician, right before your eyes. I turn your leftovers into a three course meal. One part adoration, one part loyalty, all parts shameless devotion.

I love you like a dog. I am afraid there is no other way to love you. There is no other way that you will let me love you. I am stuck between the what is, what has been, and what may never be. You pick me, you choose me, yet you never fully commit to me. And I wait for you. I hunt for you. I let you eat your fill first. You leave and I get angry with you, a betrayal that makes my teeth ache, that makes my tears bitter. Yet, I continue to wait. Hands outstretched. Fingers aching, skin turning red, palms human chalice, for you to spare an ounce of whatever moves you to ail my pitiful conviction.

— 8:12 a.m.

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the toxic masculinity urge to consensually preform such acts

chat I’m cooked‼️

(If you saw this, no you didn’t)

plz i need to force masc or force fem someone so bad plz ill hold u down and shove injections in ur bod and ur gonna love it

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Me too man me too

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I had a dream but the only thing I can remember about it were the words “I would be content to live as a lapdog if it was you that I pawed at eternally”

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the way you let them lick you. the way you welcomed in a dog who bared his teeth and snapped at me. the way you made my bed his.

But he deserved a new lease at life, I had already gotten mine and could serve no more when I was still learning.

So alas I sit in the pound in fear and dismay.

Waiting for the comfort of my collar around my matted coat.

I wait for you like a dog to his dead owner.

Mutt.

The way you stroke my soft fur,

The way you scratch my chin.

The way you cuddle with me in winter,

The way you play with me in spring.

The way you stroke other dogs,

The way you call them cute.

The way you give other dogs my treats,

The way you let them lick you.

The way you bring other dogs home,

The way you scratch their chin.

The way you cuddle with them in winter,

The way you play with them in spring.

The way you pull me to the pound,

The way all the other dogs sob.

The way you leave me in a cell,

The way you leave me to rot.

I thought I was a good dog.

-Dahlia

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dog poetry part4