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I'm not "stealing your girlfriend" she's simply a Fleshlight to me. It isn't cheating when you jerk off with toys is it?

Good. Now you can pick her up in a few hours, I want to see how many loads I can shoot inside her womb <3

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Kurage, Ch. 3/3

An Australian beach falls into chaos as an invasion of infectious, jiggly jelly-girls sweeps over the public. A group of survivors pull together to escape, but can the men be trusted to resist sweet, slimy seduction?

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

There was no more time. Already, jelly-Roksana had started bouncing in their direction, hands pointed out girlishly down by its sides, tits flying up in front of its face with each step. Neither Charlotte nor Olga looked back, just heading for anything they could climb on while the slapping footsteps grew louder. Tali needed it to chase them. Once again, she wondered why it seemed she was the only one who could still face this version of Roksana. The two had found a pile of wedge-shaped rocks, tall enough to reach the higher shelf running along the base of the cliff. While Olga steadied herself with her legs and injured arm, Charlotte would painstakingly haul her higher on the rocks, one by one, wedging her feet into cracks and ridges. Jelly-Roksana reached the base, but Tali was already on her way. The sea-spray spattered her hair, and she felt water pooling beneath her with every other step. Above, Olga and Charlotte strained as hard as they could, but Tali had no time to see if they were slipping or looking back down at her.

With her last step, Tali grabbed the jelly by its feet as it smushed its chest against the rock, flopping around, searching for purchase. Its struggles increased in its surprise as Tali started to pull. Suddenly, Tali jerked to a stop. It had found a handhold, and she finally slipped, landing hard on her back. She heard the impact as an explosion inside her head, felt the shock drive air from her lungs. Stunned, only able to crane her neck, she could see jelly-Roksana haul itself up onto all fours. Its boobs jiggled like udders as it crawled towards her, salacious and catlike, even now; its swaying, purple ass – perked out.

A wave crashed against the rocks, drenching the two of them. The long, glassy-purple arms were already uncoiling from inside jelly-Roksana’s mouth. Tali tried to get to her feet, but slipped again; she winced, landing on her knees. She would have to crawl. Normally, this jump would be a death sentence. But maybe, in getting this jelly out of Olga and Charlotte’s hair… I can kill two birds with one stone. One slithering tendril wound around her foot. A cool sting, like plunging into ice water. Everything below her ankle felt like an inanimate blob. Reaching the edge, she screwed her eyes shut as another wave sent a hard spray of water into her face. Her hands gripped the smooth, slippery rim with what little strength remained in her body.

Fuck jellyfish, was all her mind could muster. As if doing butterfly stroke, she flung herself forward, towards the retreating water. The yank from the tendrils wrapped around her limbs was like her heart leaping into her throat. She fell in an arc like she was bungee jumping. Jelly-Roksana had been pulled over as well, and tied to Tali, it balanced out her momentum before she hit the rocks. Splash. The force of the surrounding currents wrenched her out and down. All she saw was a green and brown haze before the salt forced her eyes shut. The tendrils had become her lifeline, as slim as it was. Jellyfish floated, so they might lead up to the surface. She pulled, and started to swim.

Tali found out why the tendrils on her were so slack when arms caught her around the midriff. Light, so delicate, but constricting all the same. She opened her mouth as if to scream, only for a long, slimy thing to worm its way between her teeth. It was slick, tasting of nothing but the saltwater rushing in alongside it. From the top of her head down, a flap of much the same material fell over her face. The more she was sucked underneath, the deeper the tentacle forced its way down her throat. Cold radiated from within her oesophagus, like liquid nitrogen flowing through her body, so she couldn’t even gag. It was like she wasn’t drowning, like the jelly-girl that had reeled her in wasn’t taking her down for a dance at the blind bottom of the sea.

So, she relaxed. Eventually, the tentacle in her mouth started pumping something else down her throat, something slippery that never made it to her stomach. But still, before long, she was gulping it down. She didn’t want to choke, she was floating in cold, dark, breathless peace. So perfectly loose that she’d stopped feeling the pressure. Her ears didn’t pop; her eyes didn’t hurt. Instead, she was just mixing into the sea. Her pain had vanished along with her bikini top. Wherever her body was changing, it felt like the relief of an icepack being placed on feverish skin. She was being freed from her former body, the expectations and shame tied to it, becoming what she was always meant to be. Her thighs scissored together as they swelled to the size of small watermelons.

Her pussy felt good. And gooey. But empty. Empty like her throat now, as sister sucked the lovecord out her mouth. Mmmm. Long and wet like all the cocks she wanted to suck, then nurse on while they squirted into her empty jelly-head. Empty, filled with really good thoughts by lovecord. New purpose. Swimmy skirt thing around her waist was gone – string snapped straight away. Numb feeling hadn’t gone away, so kinda hard to move all her yummy new jelly around. But water felt really nice. Now that her brain nice and out of the way, she just enjoyed the pleasure all her nerve cells wanted to give her! She specially loved how her huge pointy nipples drifted in water currents, sending tingliest tingles through her sex-blob body.

Eventually, she’d wash up somewhere where she’d be filled. Where she could find cocks and the mouth-watering seed ready to squirt out of them. For now, she let the rest of the world drift away…

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Olga sobbed raggedly. Charlotte could feel the droplets in the crook of her neck; hot, different from the sea spray. Behind the thick, muffling plane of glass in her head, where Charlotte’s consciousness had retreated, she wished she could do something more than just help the older woman cross the rocks. There was the hunched shape of Louie, squatting on some grass where the slope of the hill evened out to something flatter, forming a bowl of grass and sand that overlooked the beach. He didn’t react as the two of them approached until Olga sniffled and he turned his head, not alarmed. His eyes were unblinking. The way he stared sideways at them was the picture of beleaguerment.

“You fucking dick,” the words rose in Charlotte’s throat like acid reflux. His expression didn’t change. “Tali had to drag… her into the ocean. When you could’ve just stayed, and maybe we all could have gotten out of this.” He licked his lips. “Charlotte,” he drawled, “Ms. Aliyeva… God, I’m sorry…” and even though he wasn’t weeping, Charlotte felt despair seeping from him like radiation. He returned to staring at the beach. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this.” His face was more masklike now. Charlotte furrowed her brow and also turned her neck to stare down at the sands. Her eyes widened – then, a hand flew up to cover her mouth. Olga sensed it. “Sh… Charlotte,” she asked, “what do you see?” Charlotte couldn’t answer right away. Her earlier anger at Louie had been replaced with deeper understanding. Her despair had been tinged with awe. She saw a vista of horror.

The jellies had gotten here. Even then, it was obvious this beach had fallen before those two lifeguards pulled the first member of the horde onto Paddalong’s sands. The swimmers all around them, the sounds of the sea mere hours earlier, had drowned out the terror, the screams from only two hundred or so metres away. And then, with a pincer movement, the trap had been sprung on them and everyone in the town. How far had they already extended their tentacles?

The jelly-men stood or wandered, an enormous crowd of them winding through the other set of glistening bodies littering the beach. With a human figure nowhere to be found, Charlotte figured this was the endpoint of the orgy she and her friends had escaped from. But the jelly-girls who turned these people into their ridiculous, fat-cocked bodyguards had undergone an even more radical change. They were like human figures coated in lumpy clay or papier mâché, legs bound together, arms splayed out in any number of directions. A forest of purple figures, abstract and still. The fingers on each of them had vanished, replaced with a ridged stump. This was the only part that Charlotte could see moving. The jelly-girl closest to them, the end of her arm flapped at one side, like something was trying to peel off. A jelly-man strode up beside her and gently pinched the membrane. As it separated from her body, Charlotte saw faint strings she thought were slime, but they quickly came into focus, revealing their dark interiors. She watched numbly as the jelly-man peeled a purple jellyfish – the first normal-sized one she’d seen today – off one of his paralysed paramours. He cupped it in his hands and turned to march down to the waves. He was soon joined by a dozen others, clasping their precious cargo.

“You reckon this is why they were fuckin’ everyone in sight, Charlotte?” Louie snorted. She could only shakily reply, “What?” “I watched a documentary on this. Blue Planet?” He shook his head, laughed again. “Doesn’t matter. Jellyfish larvae grab onto something underwater and grow into a tree-type thing. Then the jellyfish we know, with the round body and that, split off the end of each ‘branch’ like slices of meat at the deli.” Charlotte didn’t look at him; she was transfixed by one of the figures on the beach having a twitching, transparent mass peeled off her head and slung over a jelly-man’s arm. “The jellies use human men…” “To get knocked up with more jellies. Maybe our DNA’s what teaches them how to climb down our throats and change us. Then they all get swept out to sea. This beach’s probably made a hundred by now, and pretty much one is all it takes to start this whole thing over again…” Olga lifted her face and started, shakily, “So… what?” Louie held out his hands and mimed an explosion. “So that’s us done. Next week, they’ll probably’ve taken over the Pacific.”

“The… the army,” Charlotte said, pacing herself, running all the questions through her mind and sweeping away the answers she didn’t like, “or the navy, they won’t let that happen. We just need… people with guns.” Olga made a sucking gasp. “Or, or, maybe there’s a cure! Once someone comes along with equipment, who can actually touch them without getting grabbed…” Louie stood up. “Doesn’t matter to me. Not interested in seeing exactly how the world decides it’s gonna go to shit.” He ran a hand across his scalp, “Not damn fair…” “Louie,” Charlotte said softly, “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, we can get through this toge –” Louie cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed, “HEY!!! UP HERE!!!” The sea was loud, but not loud enough. All Charlotte could do was stand dumbstruck as ten jelly-men swivelled the blank domes of their heads, faced up to the figures on the top of the rock.

There was no way back, the tides had made sure of that. While Olga clung to her, Charlotte grit her teeth, eyes darting around, trying to find somewhere to go. “Why?!” Was all Olga could muster. Charlotte saw how his eyes were fixed below the tight neckline of Olga’s swimsuit. He fiddled with the drawstrings of his swimming trunks. “I, I gotta,” he muttered, “I wanna know what it feels like… before it’s my turn to change…” Charlotte was in disbelief; he thinks he’s going to make do with his girlfriend’s mother? But despite her outrage, the disgust that made her mouth fall open and her eyes flare with fury, it seemed like he’d get his way. Already, jelly-men had sprinted up to the side of the rock, disappearing beneath the lip of stone. Surely, those freakishly toned limbs were already at work climbing up to their position. “Olga, run!” The two women, now just holding hands, sprinted towards the grass, trying to make it to the slope. But with a lurching yell, Louie swooped in from the side. His shoulder knocked into Charlotte’s back; it was all she could do not to fall over. Olga screamed. A thudding noise issued out.

Louie’s arms emerged from under Olga’s armpits, locking her in place as she thrashed for freedom, wailing up towards the sky. He’d managed to avoid breaking his back by landing on some grass. “Shh, shh, Ms. Aliyeva,” his breath was hot on her ear, his voice bearing a dissonant, coaxing lilt, “This way we’ll both see Roxy again. No more running. We’ll all be happy together.” His proselytising was intercut with grunts as she tried to get free. “You rapist! Horrible fucking rapist!” Olga screamed. It was heartbreaking, Charlotte thought, seeing a woman so beautiful reduced to such a state; the swimsuit that highlighted her curves being stained with sand and gravel, with an angry graze down her arm. It was all the more tragic, then, that it was too late. The anger drained from her struggles as Olga’s face went white. Her screams turned to gurgles of dread. The purple dome of a jelly-man’s head peeked over the rock. One hand, and then another. Spiderlike, it hauled itself up. “You can come too, Charlotte,” Louie plaintively called, “but… I’m sorry, I just want Ms. Aliyeva first. Please don’t get in his way.”

That was the moment Charlotte broke, standing bandy-legged above the invaded sands, brain swinging between self-preservation and protecting Olga. She knew she couldn’t stick around to see Olga become something like Louie’s sick MILF fantasies, desperate for his disgusting cock, as he willingly danced closer to the embrace of the infection. She didn’t have it in her anymore. But there was a way out for her, the only thing she could hang onto – besides the sunglasses in her hand – to keep her sanity. The jelly-man had extended its tendrils towards the gasping, sobbing mouth offered up to it when Charlotte turned and forced her exhausted legs to run down the slope. The maze of melted bodies grew larger in her vision, and she could look right to see jelly-men either climbing up or clustered around the bottom. Their tiny brains had locked up between competing instincts; something Charlotte could count on. Maybe in this breeding ground, where there was so much demanding their attention, she’d have a chance to slip by and find a safe refuge.

The land crossed her mind, but she rejected it — no more chasing, please, no more running. Lost, betrayed and feverish, this world these jellies were making was too much for her to bear.

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Sea gone. Sun on back. Where she? Peeled body from sand. Tits squashed out to sides swung back together, felt good for them to be sticking out from chest again. So sensitive. Hard nipples pointed her way. Stand up. Hard to focus on balance. Just wanted to rub everything against everything, feel pleasure, pleasure, squish squish squish. But weight of water in her jelly kept her balanced. Her body not a thing that needed any brains to move around. She go with flow. Just follow the lovecords linking all things together. Making more pleasure and more jelly. The sun fell on membrane over mouth and light told her about all the shapes in front of her. Brothers were tending to mothers. Bringing jellyseeds to sea to follow the currents, follow their fate. Protecting their family. Not something she did; she sister. Sister find the hard, hot unjelly and make it jelly. Grow family. Grow love.

The light told her of a lovecord to go to. Unjelly was walking through the mothermass. It dodged brother after brother. Whenever he tried to chase, to protect, precious jellyseed flailing for help got his attention. Up to sister. Slung her jelly forwards with one step. So heavy and sloshy, body so hard to control. So much momentum. Sister no mind, just enjoy thighs sliding against each other. Squishy! Mmmm. Jelly thought everywhere; unjelly thought in a brain. Tits and legs and squirting fuckholes all told jelly how to move! No surprise that in mothermass, where brain got so confused trying to find way out through the jelly, the jelly could just follow the lovecord leading sister to unjelly. So clear to sister. Brains were SO stupid.

When unjelly saw sister bounce up between two mothers, face hole opened wide. Red flesh inside made loud noise. Dropped something from hand with two shiny round bits. Sister didn’t care though. Face holes were only for sucking so it was probably more stupid. Lovecords – real, made of jelly – had already flopped out from sister’s onto her floppy boobies. Mmm. Floppy floppy. Sister so floppy so she just went wherever she knew she had to go. Flopping down onto and filling her pussy up with cock! So simple, so good to be jelly! So good to make new sister!

Lovecords dove in when face hole made “Tali! Tali!” noise. But sister only heard the call of the sweet, salty, slumbering depths in her head, and poured it down that hot, captive throat.

The End.

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I am becoming a brown nipple warrior, we have enough art of girls with pink nipples, make them brown make them darker its the year of the brown nipple

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i just want some friends who will be evil with my triggers. like yes put me into trance cause im beating you in mario kart. please that’s so hot pleasePLEASEPLEASE

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i love lightrail 💦

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The incredible release of objectification

Thanks for submitting, @hellolinnaea!

Theme Thursday — Some Work All Play

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This is just drip.

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Please reblog if you’re a BDSM/kink blog that does NOT support or allow minors.

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“Mind off, toy.” Your partner sys. You hadn’t noticed them enter the room, you’d been too engrossed in your task. But that didn’t matter. The trigger hits your brain, and your mind switches off, instantly. No thoughts. No willpower. Just staring, blankly ahead.

Their hands are soft as they slip up, under your shirt, tracing over your skin, pulling you into them. They lean up, whispering in your ear a single word. “Arousal.” With that one word, your feel a tingling rush of need flood through your body. Desire, and heat, and lust, coming together.

Luckily for you, your partner seems to be feeling the same things. They take your hand, and lead you, blankly, mindlessly, but very eagerly, to the bedroom, undressing you as they go. The last thing to do is step out of your underwear, as they pull you onto the bed.

Their fingers have slipped between your legs, making sure you’re ready for use – and as they’re satisfied, they move quickly. It feels perfect, though, it always does. No matter if they’re using you for relief like now, or slowly and passionately fucking you, it always feels incredible.

The suggestions do help with that, of course. Each word deliberately crafted to make the experience feel as wonderful as possible. As the two of you move more quickly, you can see some of the frustration on their face melting, as the pleasure gets to them too.

Their moans join yours, a beautiful harmony to your ears, echoing around your bedroom, as your body keeps moving, knowing exactly what to do to make them feel good. They’re smiling now, moans dissolving into a single long cry as they cum.

With two taps from their hand, your body stills. Slowly, they sit up, taking a drink of water, before pulling you to join them, lying on the bed for a moment. “M-mind on, honey.” They say. You feel your thoughts spin up again, still scattered, but feeling wonderful.

“Sorry to interrupt you, I just… Work was a lot today, and, well, you didn’t mind, did you?” They look a little nervous.

You take their hands, smiling. You love them for caring, but they don’t need to feel bad. This is the agreement you both made, anytime they want, you provide.

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Looks like you've interrupted Fall-From-Grace's Alone time~

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day vs night :3

(okay to reblog but DO NOT add captions or tags)

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Maddy Honors a Polite Request

"Excuse me, miss?" Maddy looked away from the movie, vaguely annoyed by the distraction, to find a man standing in front of the seat next to her with his pants around his ankles and his dick rock hard. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hushed but urgent, "but these sex scenes are really getting me worked up and I don't know what to do about it. Could I maybe just jack off onto your face? Just to get rid of my blue balls so I can concentrate again." He took his prick in his hand, not stroking it but holding it in a moment of poised anticipation, and Maddy couldn't help noticing that it was pretty much exactly at the level of her mouth when she was seated like this.

And of course she knew it was an inappropriate request. Even for a young woman attending a matinee showing of a pornographic movie all by herself, it was lewd and presumptuous to simply assume that she was into doing all the perverted things she was watching solely on the basis of her fascinated gaze. Maddy was well within her rights to turn the stranger down, even to take offense at the way he was showing off his dick to her right here in an ostensibly public place. But… but he was being so polite about it. Almost gentlemanly, despite the bizarre circumstances surrounding his question. And Maddy's distracted brain couldn't imagine being rude to someone who was being polite to her. "Of course! Would you like me to pull up my shirt while you stroke it?" she asked, the tone of servile accommodation in her voice surprising even her.

The man smiled gratefully, though, and once again Maddy was taken by the overt respect he showed in his tones even while he said such patently disrespectful things. "Oh, that would be lovely, ma'am!" he replied, beginning to smear precum up and down his shaft as he let his fingers roll over the plump cockhead. "You've got really amazing tits, they'd look just great covered in jizz. I tell you what, why don't you just pull up your shirt and play with your nipples, and then you can keep watching the movie while I pump my dick until it spurts?" It was a generous offer, even if Maddy had seen this particular film almost a dozen times now, and she gave him a cheerful nod of agreement.

Of course, it was a little bit difficult to fully concentrate on the film with a man standing right next to her jacking his stiff prick just inches away--Maddy found her head turning to face him and her mouth falling open, watching the movie out of the corner of her eye while she waited for the blast of semen she knew was coming. But it wasn't hard to follow the story, and soon she found herself absorbed in the captivating erotica all over again as her nipples tingled ever more intensely with pleasure and her leaky cunt soaked a wet spot into her panties.

Maddy lost track of time again, the same way she always did at this particular movie, and it didn't even occur to her to look up and see who exactly was stroking himself to the sight of her bare breasts and blank, mesmerized face. "G-good girl!" the usher grunted, letting out a strangled gasp as he unleashed a torrent of semen all over her cheeks and straight into her mouth, and if it tasted familiar to her Maddy soon put the thought out of her head. She was already turning her full attention back to her favorite porno, entirely forgetting to cover her tits, and when the movie ended she sat there staring in blank, hypnotized fascination until the film began to roll again.

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Dancing in VRC while hypnotised~

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thick thighs save lives or whatnot

(they/them)

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Have fun for all my little hypno switches out there that like to make people drool just as much as they like to be made mindless

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i edge with my nipples . my nipples control me. my nipples are sensistive. my nipples are a triggiger. my mnipples edge me. my nipples control me. m y nipples are senstive. my nipples are a trigger i mynipples edge me mynipeples control me