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She was the perfect combination of trashy and sexy.......... I aspire

Drea de Matteo as Adriana La Cerva, The Sopranos

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100% my exact feelings

I need to rant about something I fucking hate about my body that’s plagued me ever since high school

I’ve always been a fairly petite girl growing up, but in college I gained like 10 pounds and am working on losing that which is going great, but FUCK I DIDNT REALIZE IT WOULD MAKE ME LOSE BOOB FAT

It’s so unfair how most skinny girls also get to have perky boobs while they’re young. Mine were saggy as soon as they finished fucking growing. The only time they were “perky” was when I was like 11-12 and they were barely there. Anytime I Google anything about having saggy breasts at a young age, the results are all like “oh it’s normal after having a child/losing weight/whatever” BITCH IVE BEEN SKINNY ALL MY LIFE AND THESE SHITS HAVE BEEN FLOPPING SINCE I WAS A TEENAGER, AND THEYRE NOT EVEN BIG. IM A SIZE C BUT MY TITS ARE ACTING LIKE A DD

And now that I’m working on losing those few pounds that I gained within the past year, I feel like they’re getting even worse. Today I felt them and looked at them and they were the softest and emptiest I’ve felt in so long, and they looked like disgusting little half deflated balloons. My own sister once called them that in high school, so now I never let anyone see them. I’m so fucking scared to ever let a man see them, because they look just so sad and unappealing and it makes me rage if I look at them for too long. I can’t even enjoy relaxing without a bra in my own room because the feeling of my under boobs touching my ribs makes me want to cry. I wish I could just chop these ugly fucking things off and never have to worry about them again.

I want to save up for a lift so badly, but I’m in my early 20’s now, I may very likely end up marrying my current boyfriend, which means in a few years I might have kids. If I get a breast lift before then, it’ll all go to fucking waste because of pregnancy and breastfeeding stretching them out and making them deflate once again. But if I don’t get a breast lift before I get married, that means my future husband will HAVE to see my embarrassing, ugly ass tits that look like I’ve already had a child. Why did god curse me with bad boob genetics? Sometimes it makes me wanna kms. I’d actually rather jump off a building than see the disappointment on my boyfriend’s face when he sees that they don’t match the way my body looks at all.

I just don’t know what to do.

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What's the kinkiest thing you are into?

feeling wanted

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sex is intimate and sacred. your body is a temple, and you shouldn’t share it with anyone who believes pitbulls are a naturally aggressive or dangerous breed.

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scene stories: "you can be rougher, you know."

(CW: violence, knife threatening, explicit sex details) . . . . For context: I am generally a very nurturing dom. I enjoy sadism and roughness (a lot), but it isn’t my default. However, it can be coaxed out of me. I was hanging out with my piggy early in the day, talking about sex, when she told me “you can hit me a lot harder than you have been, just so you know.” And we talked about wanting to do a scene later. So… late that night, she was being very cute and subby, cuddling me, so I grabbed her jaw and squeezed it quite hard. I went over our safety stuff and then asked if she had been baiting me when she had said that earlier. She stuttered out a “m-m-maybeeee~” from her squished jaw and I slapped the shit out of her and told her to not be fucking coy. There we go. She admitted that she had been hinting that she wanted me to be rougher. I told her to be careful what she wished for. . I hit her in the stomach, then when she was doubled over I pushed her down to the floor. I only kicked her once before I pulled her up to her knees; maybe I should have more, but this was going a little far for me at this point and I was still a little nervous. She looked so shocked and excited and scared at the same time. I pulled her top off and slapped and fondled her tits, then stuck my fingers in her mouth and told her how excited I was to use her. She nodded enthusiastically… it was adorable. I slapped her again and unclothed myself. Her eyes glazed over the way they always do when she sees my cock; you can practically see her IQ dropping. She opened her mouth expectantly, and I pushed myself through her lips, over her tongue and into her throat. She did well at first, even taking initiative and bobbing her head down onto me when I would stop thrusting. “I love how eager you are to please me, little piggy.” She smiled and kept working. I grabbed her hair and used it to jerk her head back and forth, ramming into her throat until it was making that singular wet, gurgling sound that I like so much. I fucked her lube-hole forcibly until her gagging began to worsen. Her torso was wracked with spasms as she fought to keep from retching all over my swollen cock. Maybe she could have kept going, but I decided to give her a break. . I pulled her away and said “That’s enough.” There was a rope of saliva connecting from the head of my cock to her lips. I collected it with my forefinger and smeared it across her face. “Thank you, Ser.” she said meekly and looked up at me. Her eyes were wide in fear, but they were sparkling. I stood in front of her, my cock hanging in the air a foot away from her face. She leaned forward and opened her mouth again. Right as she was about to taste me, I kneed her in the ribs. She whimpered and looked up at me. “I said that’s enough.” She leaned forward AGAIN, mouth agape. This time I kneed her in the stomach. “You’re not very fucking bright, are you?” I said softly. She shook her head. “N-no Ser…” It only took a few more hits before she got the message. Maybe she’s not as stupid as she seems!

Then I pulled her up, dropped her leggings and panties, and inspected her. She was absolutely drenched. I bent her over the side and spanked her harder than I’ve ever spanked anyone before. She squealed and whimpered and whined, but I kept going. The sound of my hand coming down on her tender, bare ass cracked like thunder through the whole house. The palms of my hand stung; later they were swollen and blotched with bruises that matched her precious little cheeks. Then I reached for my knife on the bedside table, ran the tip and edge of the blade gently over the skin of her back while I explained to her that I was going to fuck and breed her. There was a brief pause as I slipped my cock ring on. I checked back in on safety stuff and then held the knife against her throat while I fucked her from behind. I fucked her with the sole intent of making sure she never called me too gentle again. I felt my head pounding mercilessly into her cervix as she stuttered her gratitude and pleasure, “Th-th-th-TH-TH-THANK YOU, S-S-S-SSSSER,” between sobs and gasps for air. I felt those telltale shuddering throughout my body, so I pressed the head of my cock against her cervix and held it there as I felt my balls tighten and spasm. I felt myself loosing stream after stream of hot cum into her. I thought I was done, but a late spurt shot out of me… twice. Thrice. Fuck, that was so much cum. I had to collect myself and regain composure. No mercy. My cock ring did its job and kept me hard, so I was able to keep going until she came so hard that I was worried she was going to pass out. Her body convulsed and her face buried into the mattress as she screamed ungodly obscenities. Her hair was matted with sweat and her face streaked with tears. My good little piggy had done so well.

I decided to reward her for being so good. I fingered her and played with her clit until she came again… but I didn’t stop. Oh no. I do so love forced orgasm. I switched back and forth between having my fingers and my mouth on her clit, but my left hand was constantly fingering her, curling up to stroke inside her pelvic bone. I sucked her clit between my lips, pressed my tongue into it and worked it over, pulled my mouth away, swiped into it with my thumb pressed down like an abused game joystick. Her body quaked and her hips bucked involuntarily (I suffered a nose injury here), as though she was possessed. She came over and over again, struggled to get away from me, gasping, “I can’t-….. I can’t- fuck-fuck-fuck, jesus christ… nnnnnnSHIT SHIT, FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE pleasepleasepleaseplease–”

I slowed down (but didn’t stop) stimulation momentarily. The room was humid with sweat. “–aw, did little piggy bite off more than she could chew?!” She took a deep breath and looked down at me, face flushed, then giggled and whined and covered her face in embarrassment. I pulled her hands away and smacked her back into her place. “Awww, is that embarrassing? Do you feel nice and stupid and pathetic?” I resumed my work, sore hands be damned. I made her cum several more times against her will, until I was really quite worried about her being out of breath and blacking out. . After, she laid on her back and just kept saying “Holy shit. Holy shit” over and over again, like a broken record. This when on for an indeterminate amount of time while she caught her breath. Then we cuddled and I stroked her hair and reaffirmed everything. She was very enthusiastic about how much she loved it. The next day, she said I could be even rougher next time. She really doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.

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Something I've realised about eating disorders

No one gives a fuck about you or your eating disorder unless you’re frail and look like you’re dying. Millions of men and women sufferi from ednos, bulimia, binge eating and even anorexia go unnoticed because they don’t “look sick” This is why none of us get help. Because we all feel like we’ll get looked down upon for saying “hey I have an eating disorder” if we don’t look the part. We feel embarrassed to be getting help because we feel like if we aren’t on the edge of death then we’re healthy. Even though we know in our hearts that we aren’t healthy and that we are struggling, our minds, because of society, force us to believe that we shouldn’t recover because we don’t have it as bad as someone else.

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you ever be on here and randomly see a story of ANOTHER black person unjustly killed. So you scroll past ‘cuz you’re tired & not in the mood to cry? 

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Louisiana is experiencing the worst flooding in the history of the state.

Over 7,000 people have been rescued and over 5,000 people are in shelters unable to return to their homes. In addition, over 1,000 drivers are stranded on Interstate 12 between Baton Rouge and Slidell, who today received supplies flown in via helicopter. AT&T service has been down throughout the Baton Rouge metro area. One of my former professors told me he’s been living in Louisiana for 44 years, and has never witnessed flooding this severe.

In Denham Springs (about 10 miles from Baton Rouge), the Amite river is currently at 46′ and rising. Flood stage for the river starts at 29′. 

This is bad, really bad. Places that only flood once every 500 years are flooding. Unfortunately, these are also places where people don’t have flood insurance because they don’t live in a flood plain.

There was no warning for this, at least with hurricanes we can see them coming and have time to prepare or evacuate.

Please, if you can, donate to the victims through the Red Cross. Or, if you are interested in helping with post-flood disaster assistance, please sign up with Volunteer Louisiana.

If you live in the effected area and are in need of a shelter, This Link has a list of shelters in Ascension, East Baton Rouge, Iberia, Lafayette, Livingston, St. Helena, Tangipahoa, Vermillion, West Feliciana, and Washington Parishes.

If you are in need of rescue please call:

Baker: [phone]

Baton Rouge: [phone]

Central: [phone]

Livingston Parish: [phone]

St. Helena Parish: 222-4413 - press 0

Patients in need of kidney dialysis: [phone]

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