puppyboymess

[puppyboymess]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of being intoxicated and vulnerable in public.

Maybe going to someone's house party, someone i don't know very well like a classmate and finding out i'm the only girl there.

They all treat me nicely and offer me refreshments and brownies, me saying yes to all of it like the dumb girl I am. I eat and drink without realizing they're all watching me in silence, waiting. Time passes and I can't feel my limbs, I can't even speak correctly while they put me in someone's lap "you'll be more comfortable like this" I feel hands under my top and under my skirt, I hear laughter and see flashes of light while they point their phones at my barely responsive body. Hands take away my underwear and I know I will never see it again. They touch me without removing my skirt and laugh about "easy access", they brag about how wet I am and how I must want it if the only sounds I make are moans.

I want to be pass around, left on the couch to be used when they want, lying there unresponsive while they smoke and play video games, just a doll for the night.

[puppyboymess]

[puppyboymess]

booooo ok its bedtime :(

[puppyboymess]

drink and edge and drink and edge and drink and edge and drink and edge and drink and edge and

[puppyboymess]

nice cunt. you should think with it more. you're way more fun when you do. people like you more when you think with your cunt. you'll like yourself more when you think with your cunt. you should think with your cunt.

[puppyboymess]

Why is cockwarming only talked about in the sense that you do it before sex and not after too like it’s not the best way to break a puppy into the perfect cocksleeve?

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

How could their poor mind not rewire itself into thinking how grateful they are to be constantly broken and fixed by someone like me by the time i’m done hmm?

[puppyboymess]

top three talents are being a whore, being a fag, and being oh so sleepy

[puppyboymess]

what if we just cuddled with my fingers still inside you, absentmindedly sliding in and out. I forget I’m even doing it until you start whimpering slightly. Then I slowly speed up until you’re struggling not to moan, until you’re struggling to form words. what about that?

[puppyboymess]

Sleep tight. It’s that wet dream again, the one that hits you like a freight train when the sleeping pills dissolve under your tongue. Plop, plop, plop they fizz out, bitter and chalky, and you’re already sinking into the mattress, limbs heavy, head buzzing. The bottle warned you about those side effects, but the fine print never mentioned this…

That hazy line where reality frays and the dream stitches itself together. The feeling of his hands on you. Your half conscious brain sloshing like a spilled drink, trying to piece it together. Wait, am I awake? Is this happening? His fingers are hooking into your waistband, tugging your shorts down with that impatient pull he’s got down to an art. The air’s cool against your thighs, but his palms are hot, rough, spreading your legs like he’s cracking a book open to his favorite page.

“Fuck, you’re so out of it,” he mutters, voice gravelly, but you’re too dazed to answer. You catch the glint of his teeth in the dark, a smirk you’d slap off him if your arms weren’t lead pipes pinned to the sheets. He knows the pills knock you into this twilight zone, knows you’re a ragdoll for him to play with, and he loves it.

He’s not gentle tonight. No warm up, no teasing, he shoves into you with a grunt, and the stretch burns sharp and sudden, jolting you out of the fog for half a second. Your eyes flutter open, catching a blurry snapshot of him. He’s shirtless, sweat beading on his chest, hair sticking to his forehead like he’s been at this for hours. Maybe he has. Time’s a soup in this dream, all thick and runny, and you can’t tell if he’s been fucking you for minutes or days. Your cunt clenches around him, wet and sloppy, and he laughs. It’s a dark, jagged sound that makes your toes curl.

“Still with me, huh?” he says, thrusting harder, the bed creaking like it’s about to snap. You try to mumble something — yes, no, fuck you —but it comes out as a groan, your tongue too thick in your mouth. He leans down, close enough to smell his breath, a faint hint of whisky, “You’re so fucking wet. Your body’s begging for it.”

The pills keep you tethered, but you still feel it all, the drag of him inside you, the way your thighs quake, the sticky heat pooling under your ass. But not enough to fight back. Or maybe you don’t want to. Maybe that’s the dirty little secret here, you like being his toy when the lights go out and the world turns syrupy. Your fingers twitch, clawing weakly at the sheets, and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other slides down, thumb finding your clit. It feels more like a collision than a caress.

Your head lolls to the side, vision swimming. There’s a mirror across the room, and you catch a glimpse of yourself: legs splayed, hair a mess, his shadow rocking into you like some feral thing. The scene sends a spike of heat straight through you, sharp enough to make you gasp. He notices, of course he does, and his thumb presses harder, relentless, until you’re bucking against him, a broken little sound spilling out of your throat.

“Thought so,” he growls, hips snapping faster now, chasing his own edge. You’re just along for the ride, body jolting with every thrust, mind a kaleidoscope of static and sparks. The room smells like sex and sweat, and it’s all too much, too good, too wrong. You’re splintering apart, orgasm creeping up like a thief, stealing the last shred of coherence you’ve got left. When it hits, it’s not fireworks or poetry, it’s a gut punch, raw and messy, leaving you trembling under him as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

He finishes with a long moan, cumming inside you, hot and sticky, and you’re too far gone to care. He collapses next to you, one hand still draped across your stomach like he’s claiming you even now. The dream starts to unravel then, edges blurring, but you feel him kiss your temple, soft, almost tender, a fucked up contrast to the rest of it. “Sleep tight,” he whispers, and you’re out before you can decide if you hate him or love him for it.

[puppyboymess]

Clit throbbing, pussy dripping, you've been edging for weeks and your body is screaming. You're at a boiling point, grinding against anything you can find, fantasizing about fucking the next person you see. Maybe that hot guy at the gym, maybe that married man next door, maybe that stranger in your DMs - it doesn't matter who - you just need to be fucked.

You're humping your pillow, begging for someone to take you, to use you, to fill you. You keep grinding, desperately rubbing against your swollen clit, pulling at your nipples like a rabid animal. You'd promise anything, do anything, if it meant you could just cum. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get over the edge. Familiar mantras claw at you from the back of your mind, holding you back - good girls edge, good girls don't cum, good girls stay denied.

Part of you thinks you're broken, but deep down you know you're better this way. Trapped in this vicious cycle, forever chasing climax, but never quite reaching it. A desperate needy fuck toy, forever wanting, but never having.

[puppyboymess]

Today is Sunday, and you should be edging

I know the real good girls who make it to My corner are already deep into their sessions. Hell, you probably keep rubbing absent-mindedly even when you need to answer a friend's casual message or when you're watching funny stuff. You don't even notice, you hopeless gooning bitch in heat. Rubbing and humping are reflexes now, your new happy place. Your hand goes to your panties, without even thinking, and you're damp long before actually consuming smut. Good work, pervy princess, I'm slapping that pretty pussy and kissing your cheek as an encouragement.

To those of you who are on the fence and squirming. Do it. You know why you're here. It feels good, it feels right, and the hornier you are, the more you hear your cunt whispering to you your true heart's desire. Your cunt will show you your real nature, your real purpose. Isn't that the goal of every human being?

But I know that as a woman you are a self-contradictory, confused, weak-willed creature. That's why you like to be made to do stuff for your own good. So here I am. I'm a Man, and I'm telling you, making you touch yourself to degrading, misogynistic porn. That way, you can claim tomorrow that it was My fault and that "you're not that kind of girl", before sneaking back to see Me and edge at night.

You can thank Me by letting Me know that you're edging right now. I won't tell your friends, promise.

[puppyboymess]

Aren't your friends so fucking hot? Wouldn’t it be nice to just sit in a circle, legs spread, tongues out - leaking, drooling, rubbing your clits as you all get dumb and fuzzy together?

Don't you wish they knew the truth about you? About how you dream of rubbing with them until your brain drips out your cunny. How you want to bury your face between their thighs and edge their dumb slut pussy. You want to corrupt them so, so bad. You want to teach them how to be an edge addicted slut just like you.

So what are you waiting for? Good girls make more good girls.

[puppyboymess]

also i keep letting this guy fuck me i don’t know how i feel about it but a couple days ago i fell asleep next to him after and woke up to him touching me and his dick in my hand… i let myself stay really sleepy and let him use me while i was falling back asleep and i think he thought it was really hot…. so yay :]

[puppyboymess]

i turned 19 yesterday but the rest is still true….

homeless 18ftm hypnoslut

hi so ummm here’s the deal. i have been homeless for 2 weeks its bad i cant focus on college like this i need money sooooo i am opening myself up for business. $50 for a custom pic with no face $75 for custom video with no face $100 i will do any induction you want/text you during with pics (no face) $200 is custom pic with face and $250 custom video with face. oh and for $25 i will make myself cum to any video you send me no matter how depraved. i can also add being drunk/high during for $30 on top of whatever other price. also i had to deactivate and remake a couple months ago cause i was being stalked (which is how i became homeless wow) but once upon a time i was patheticpuppyboyslut on here if you remember me. anyway im 18 years old i have beautiful tits and a hard tdick and i need help. so. if you’re a kind soul or you just want to take advantage of somebody. dm me please ❣️❣️

[puppyboymess]

Trans men are so inherently slutty to me. You openly tell people that you’re on a medication which has a primary side effect of making you debilitatingly horny. Anytime I see them and their little blogs all I can think about is how often they must be touching themselves to even try to satiate their voluntarily induced dogboy heat. A big issue facing Transmen is their high rates of dangerous sex because they’re so desperate to get fucked and too mind meltingly horny to worry about the consequences of being bred. It must be so tough for them being so hard and wet all the time, always craving to get pounded by whoever will give them the attention they need. I just want to help those poor, needy guys out, if not me who else is gonna get them off over and over? God knows they’re trying to do it themselves.

[puppyboymess]

tie me to your bed and force me to take a knotted toy that's too big. listen to me cry as you stretch my hole and slap my cunt as i beg you to stop. when you push the knot in, watch my back arch and my eyes roll back as I rock my hips up to take the knot. as I start to get used being filled, switch it on. let me scream as it comes to life and starts pounding my puppycunt. this is my place, this is where I belong- tied down and forced to submit

[puppyboymess]

Oh, to get a cute person high and hazey so that they're even more sensitive and puppy brained. They dont even bother hiding their face or desperate moans. You openly enjoy being fucked stupid. Such a pretty pet drooling into the mattress