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Fuck Me Harder: Reversed Safe Word, Sperm-Eating Pet, Hunted in The Wild, Extended Deep-Throat, Harem, and More
I want to be the cure for emasculation. I wish to embolden men. Don’t be a gentleman when you fuck me! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I don’t have a crystal ball, so I do not know how my relationship with Amara will develop and what will happen with Madison and her husband. The three of them are my current Masters, Doms, or whatever I should call them. But, for now, I’m a spoiled girl cherishing her time as a plaything for all of them.
I would like to get to the point where I could ditch at least one of my social media marketing clients to free more time for people to use my body while my pussy is still tight and my boobs are perky. And more time to write reports on my sex life!
Over time, Madison, Darnell & Amara have raised the bar on how much pain and humiliation I could endure, but I don’t think I’ve reached my limits. So I hope they find ways to make it even harder on my blonde flesh over the next few months. My only rules have always been: no permanent mark and, during a multi-day sex event, feed me my daily birth control pill.
If they are not up to the challenge, I suppose there’s always the possibility I go find a third, more demanding master. But there are only so many hours per day!
Up to now, I have rarely been the one to suggest sexual activities. For about a year, Madison and Darnell have proved quite good at imagining new ways for their friends to use my young female flesh.
But recently, I compiled and organized my sex confessions as a fuck toy, and my brain wandered while my pussy got wet. I find it cool when girls mention their “panties got wet.” Unfortunately, I rarely wear panties! At my kitchen table in the condo, I put a towel on the chair when that happens.
In any case, here’s a list of ideas for sexual adventures that got me excited.
Then, I’ll share with you my biggest dream in that regard, the sex events I hope never to experience, and the challenges I want to give myself to improve my skills as a cock-pleasuring device.
The “Yes, Please” Ideas
Some of these scenarios would not be demanding physically but hard emotionally. Others may be too crazy, even for me. I don’t know!
I think most people, men & women, dream of sexual fantasies their entire life without ever acting on any of them. Personally, I’d like to experience them all! They all get my pussy dripping when I think of them, so why not?
Eventually, cocks won’t as readily get hard around me as I get older. And way before that, I suspect, I will want to be impregnated and have kids. I hear there are plenty of men for whom knocking up a young woman is a fetish. Unfortunately, guys, only one man will get to do it. Sorry!
However, I hear some men have a pregnancy fetish. I could accommodate many more cock-carrying beasts for that one! I guess my permanent life partner will have to be okay with being a cuckold every once in a while, even when I am pregnant.
But I’m not there yet. My Dad wonders why I am still single in my mid-20s. I don’t see the need to rush it, and my Mom agrees.
- A Nude Statue: During a black-tie event with men in tuxedos and women in fancy dresses, I’d like to be wearing high heel shoes, jewelry, and lingerie but with my nipples and pussy exposed and then be told to stay on my knees on a display stand as you find in a museum and not move for the entire event. I would kneel with my knees apart, hands palm-up on my thighs, and eyes down to show submission. There would be a plaque describing me as a specimen of some sort, and every time I move, a guard in uniform would slap my ass with a leather strap or a whip.
- A Portable Humidor [DONE]: I’m not sure what name to give to that sex experience. Technically, a humidor is a storage box for cigars that helps keep them humid. What I dream of is for men to push their cigars up my vagina to wet them and add flavor. It’s something a friend of my daddy did to me one day when I was a teenager. Apparently, it’s something an old U.S. president was doing in the Oval Office with an intern. What gets me enthusiastic is the idea of a bunch of old men sitting in leather chairs in a dark room, smoking cigars and drinking scotch. Of course, I’d be nude to serve them drinks. And they would regularly use my pussy to wet the tip of their cigars. [Done in February 2023, and here is the report.]
- The Mile High Club: That’s an idea I had a while back when having a coffee with Madison. Her wealthy friends have given me expensive ideas! I see myself as a staff on a private jet with a dozen men or so. They would be dressed as business executives, while I would be dressed like a typical flight attendant. They would all jump on the opportunity to join the Mile High Club by using my body in the tiny bathroom, in the area where I prepare coffee and drinks, or maybe in front of everybody else!
- Auctioned Off: A classic, I suppose. But it really gets the towel on my chair wet! I imagine myself on a stage in front of a group of suspicious-looking characters. My body would be auctioned off for a week to the highest bidder, with no safe word, only my two minimal conditions. Yes, I realize that socially speaking, there would need to be a safe word, but in my dream, there isn’t one.
- Reverse-Safe Word: There have been many men willing to be rough with me when using my body, but, as I mentioned, I haven’t reached my limits on pain or humiliation tolerance. I assume that even if there wasn’t a safe word, some men would restrain themselves. So I have been thinking of an event where men would tell me what they are about to do before doing it, and each time, I would answer: “Yes, please!” Then, when we finally reach my limits, I would simply not say ‘yes.’ And to encourage the male beasts to bring it on, the man who would eventually bring me to say ‘no’ would get a reward of some sort. I guess I should also get a reward for every time I say, “Yes, please!”
- Wild, Nude Animal on a Private Tropical Island: This could go hand in hand with the private jet adventure. I see myself naked and outdoors on a private island for a week or, better yet, a month. I’m not sure what else would happen in that scenario. I just enjoy being naked in the outdoors, and I love the ocean. There are small islands with no snakes, bugs, and other disturbing creatures like that. The only dangerous beasts would be men, so it could turn into a hunt of some sort.
- Testosterone Competition to Earn Me: Instead of an auction, I imagine a series of physically demanding challenges for men to compete. The last man standing would earn my body. I enjoy being used by men after they have spent hours in front of a tv, yelling at their favorite sports team. The room smells of testosterone! Now imagine these gorillas physically fighting each other before the winner gets to put his hands on my weak, blonde female body. Oh god! I’m dripping just writing about it! No, I don’t mean fighting to the death. It could be a variety of activities like arm wrestling.
- Stripper at a Bachelor Party [DONE]: They would not know I am not a prostitute nor a stripper. That’s all! [Update: I’ve done it and reported on it here.]
- A Sperm-Eating Pet For a Month [DONE]: I was naked with no orgasm for an entire month earlier this year. And I’ve been a pet in a cage, eating only sperm for a weekend. What I would love is a mix of both: a naked pet for a month. The thrill of being constantly naked sank in after 2 or 3 weeks. Before that, being in the nude felt out of the ordinary. It’s like socks! After a few weeks of living in South Florida, my feet couldn’t stand socks or closed shoes. And when I go up North in the Winter, the same phenomenon happens in reverse. So I wonder if I would really “feel like a pet” after a month on all fours, with a collar and leash, and sleeping in a cage. I also wonder how long I can live on a sperm-only diet. I like to think I’m a spermivore, and I would like to test that theory. Of course, my sperm diet would include water and dry crackers. Perhaps we could also add vitamins to it. But, of course, it could not be the yummy gummy bear-type vitamins! It would have to be liquid vitamins mixed with the sperm or tasteless pills to swallow. [Update: I’ve done it!!! I’m one lucky girl. And here’s the report.]
- Role Playing: I don’t have much idea about that one, but I think there’s something to be explored on that road.
The “Oh My God” Dreaded Ideas
While working on my list of electrifying sexual events I’d like to experience as a submissive fuck doll, I came up with a few ideas that… I don’t know how to explain it. These are ideas I dread and hope never to experience. But wait! They also excite me. I don’t understand my brain!
When I look at this list, pain is not what I fear, is it? Instead, it’s humiliation and being neglected that make me sweat.
- Eyes & Ears Shut [DONE — for 48 hours!]: When I am being used as a cum bucket by men while I don’t get to climax, my greatest pleasure is watching men’s facial expressions. Many of them seem ecstatic to bang a young blonde gal that, by most accounts, they would have generally qualified as “out of their league.” So imagine if I was tied to a bed, used and shared for a day without getting to see anything. Oh my god! Worse, I imagine my eyes and ears shut. That way, I would never know if anybody was around until something or somebody touched me. Oh. My. God! Please do not give this idea to Madison, Darnell, or Amara! [I’ve done it! And here is that sex life report.]
- One Girl in a Harem: When Madison’s dad was fucking Amara’s teenage body and ignoring mine, it hurt more than the worse spanking I ever got. As you know, I have that need to be the center of attention, especially from old men. So I got an image in my head that gave me the sweats: a harem of nude, sexy, cute young women like Amara. We would all be in a room where men would come and pick a toy every once in a while. I would be the old 20-something that nobody wants. Oh. My. God! My body wouldn’t get hurt during that weekend. It wouldn’t even be touched! Yet, it’s painful just to think about it.
- Withholding My Birth-Control Pill: That is self-explanatory, isn’t it? But unlike everything else on this page, I hope it remains fear and never becomes reality.
Challenges To Work on My Skills & Push My Limits
I keep saying that I was designed and born to be a fuck doll. It feels natural to me. And so I would like to perfect my skills!
- More Than 4Cocks Inside of Me Simultaneously [DONE]: I’ve had four cocks inside of me at the same time, using my three holes with two cocks in my mouth, although it was only the tips of the cocks around my lips. I know I could do six dildos at once with two in each hole, but trying to do it with real penises is a challenge because of the size of the male body attached to these rods! Well, I would like to try. I googled it and found a gal who had managed to get three cocks simultaneously in her two rear-end holes. So I want to get to five, at least. Do you think six is feasible? (Update: I’ve done 5 cocks inside of me at the same time, and here is the report.)
- Extended Deep Throating [DONE]: The first time I sucked a cock as a teenager, the guy made me believe it was expected that I would take the entire length of his penis in and swallow the gooey stuff coming out. And since it was done like that in the handful of porn videos I had seen, I did it. I gagged and coughed but was determined to succeed, and I did. Afterward, he gave me plenty of occasions to practice. Nowadays, I realize I was the exception, and therefore, my mouth was priceless to him. Bad boy! But the good thing is… He helped me develop outstanding deep-throating skills that have been appreciated by every man I have kneeled in front of over the years. So it’s easy for me to get that rod of yours down my throat with the front of my neck looking like a snake that swallowed a big prey. And I can hold it in for a while. As a teenager, my boyfriend had timed me with one of his teammates, and I clocked a minute. But I don’t actually know for how long I can hold a cock down my throat nowadays. So I’d like to find a training partner with a stopwatch to check two things: how long I can truly hold that thing down my throat and if I could improve that time with daily practice. [Update: Done! I’m a certifiable deep-throating fuck toy! Here’s the report.]
The Big One!
I recently realized I’ve never really been “trained” to become a submissive sex doll.
“Wait! What?” I can hear you say if you have read my sex confessions on how I became a fuck doll for my friend & her husband.
Right! So what am I talking about?
I instinctively obeyed Madison and her husband whenever I went to their house for a sex party. I wanted those parties! I still do. But it’s like I just fell into the pot of boiling water for my flesh to be devoured by cavemen. Nobody had to convince me to get in, and even less control me to ensure I stayed in.
I got shared, exposed, used, banged, covered in sperm and pee, and everything else you know… And it always seemed normal to me. I feel like I am where I belong when I am naked and on my knees in front of a series of hard cocks waiting to penetrate my holes. I simply do.
But now I also feel like I’ve missed a stimulating part of the process.
Recently, I read sex confessions and erotica stories about “training a girl to be a sub,” and it sounded like fun.
So, I want to find somebody with whom I could “simulate” my training to become a submissive, obedient girl. I get shivers thinking about being a “brat,” saying no, and being “forced” to obey until I become a simple cock-pleasuring bag of flesh.
I suppose it wouldn’t be as adrenaline-pumping as if it was true, but I’m sure I can be a convincing rebel. I just need a demanding trainer, a place, and a time.
I naturally started acting as a sub because I was born to be a fuck doll. But I would like to be tamed, restrained, and whipped into submission. Ideally, over a fair amount of time, like a month, so I get to fully internalize the process.
It certainly could be fun on a private island (yes, I have expensive tastes), but a house could do too, I suppose. Of course, there would have to be harsh consequences for disobeying.
I don’t know if Madison, Darnell, and Amara are the proper ones to be involved with this big one. I know them so well I doubt I would feel threatened by them. So, the more I think about it… I need another master, one with a whip.
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