My dreams are always incredibly vivid, and usually nightmarish. However, some of the most intense orgasms I've ever had have happened when abruptly waking from my slumber to feel my hips gyrating and, though there is no external stimulation, my dreams are enough to make my clit pulse with pleasure that I cannot find in my waking state with any toy or partner, leaving me with soaked thighs, and a strong desire to fall back asleep quickly to see if more of the dream may be found...
Growing up, the dreams generally revolved around me grinding and humping against pieces of furniture, usually the arms of couches or chairs. As I got older, they sometimes involved other individuals. Mr. B (mentioned in a previous post) has been the subject of several, a crush I had for a period of seven years has made appearances in many, some others known to me at one point or another, and many who may only live in the realm of dreams.
Wouldn't you love to be laying next to me in bed when one of these dreams wakes me?
Wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you, long time subscribers and newcomers. I hope you are enjoying the content I've put out every day since day one of making this account! I've had a VERY bad mental health week- the bad night I had on Sunday seemed to trigger a slight downward spiral. It takes all of my will not to lay in a puddl and sob 24/7. Everywhere I turn, I see reasons to relapse. Everything I do takes more effort than usual and is done with a foggier mind than I would prefer. I've not liked any of the artwork or content I've worked on this week. I haven't been able to fall asleep in a timely manner, ages old insomnia seems to be winning against my medications for the first time in years.
I feel ugly. I feel overwhelmed. I am stressed and scared.
I won't ramble on. Sadness isn't sexy. I just felt that I should say something to make sure no one feels ignored if there is delay in any DMs, custom content, video genital rates, etc. that have been requested.
My daily uploads will not stop, I assure you of that. I will be responding to everyone, just a bit slower than usual.
I hope you are all understanding of this. I am mentally ill, but that will never stop me from wanting to be the best for you. I hope to be your very favourite chubby, nerdy boi with the spankable ass and softest soles.
Thank you again. I hope you are all well.
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One of my first jobs was at a chocolate store in the local mall. Across from the store was an Orange Julius, and that's where Adam worked. Was he cute? Not really, but he was confident and funny. I was in an abusive relationship with an absolute psychopath and when Adam showed me any attention (as he did with all the other girls when his girlfriend wasn't around) I felt so lucky, so important.
We started hanging out after work, and he had a car (exciting for this egg who had to walk everywhere!) One day, he asked how much I had walked, and I told him from my house to the mall, about a mile. He slowly pulled my shoes off, and relished them, doing the same as he peeled each sock from my feet. Turns out: Adam was my first experience with someone with a foot fetish, and BOY! It was a turn on!
He worshipped my soft soles, inhaled the aroma from my walked in socks and shoes. When he would be talking about hobbies and life, I loved seeing him melt mid-sentence when I'd press one of my bare feet against his face.
Neither of us were very special to the other (he was no Mr. B, I assure you!) and eventually our other tumultuous relationships made us part ways. I began doing self foot worship, inhaling my deliciously scented socks, kissing and sucking my toes, and it's been a fun fetish for me to further delve into as the years have passed.
So, there you go! The story of how I got into foot fetish/self foot worship. Not into feet yourself? I guarantee you that my incredibly soft soles, grippy toes, and pretty painted toenails can change that! Unfortunately, a dildo doesn't help me come close to showing off my true footjob skills...
When I was in tenth grade I spent much of my time stoned and with an abusive boyfriend. I was shy, nerdy, and school was (as always) not fun... except for science class.
See, my best friend Lindsey had that class with me. Instead of feeling alone in a room full of enemies, I got to work on assignments with my friend. HOWEVER, she spent most of each class teasing me. You see, even better than Lindsey's presence by my side, was being in the same room as my crush. No, it wasn't Nick, the weird boy who made gross comments in my ear about sucking dick and the like, and it wasn't my boyfriend, it was the teacher - Mr. B.
Mr. B was in his 30s with an absolutely devilish smile that had my heart on day one. I heard he was dating a teacher at a different school, but I mean... who even was she? No one, right? Right. This is my fantasy so I'll think what I want! At least that's what I would tell Lindsey, who would giggle and make jokes about how I should stay after class and ask for "extra credit" (sextra credit is in the top worst puns of all time.)
I never did such, but Mr. B did come to my rescue when the comments from classmate Nick got too disgusting. My hero! O, how desperate I was for him. But, drugs and abuse were my outside of school activities and they took over. The next year I left for independent study, and saw little of Lindsey, and none of Mr. B, ever again.
Years passed. Another abusive boyfriend came and went, followed by one who I believe could have been deadly if not escaped from. Finally, for the first time since my freshman year of HS, I was single for a prolonged period of time. I got clean (today I'm 1735 days clean from heroin, crack, alcohol, pills, weed, and all of my other substance vices that took away about a decade of my life) and left behind every friend I had, as they were all addicts with no intention of recovering.
Why all the back story? Well, you needed to know my mindset. Lonely, recovering from drug addiction, paranoid about past relationships. I got to my lowest point of depression and just after Christmas, a decade after taking his class, I used Google to find the email address of my dear Mr. B.
"O Mr. B, how very pleasing you are to the eyes. If only you'd have boinked me on your desk after class. Best teacher I ever had, 11/10 would take your class again." (Okay, maybe it was much more along the lines of "hey you made a year of HS bearable which means a lot when everything else really sucked and you've been on my mind ever since so.. thanks.")
Wouldn't you know it, just a few days of emailing and he asked if I would like to have coffee. Me? And my long time hot crush??? Coffee?!?! I don't drink coffee but man, I can fake it!
It may not seem like it, but in real life I am UNBEARABLY shy. It is off-putting to most. I cannot order my own food at a restaurant and I shop exclusively at places with self checkout. I am very awkward and my shyness is painful until we get to know each other. As connected as I felt in our emails, it's almost worse for me to befriend someone online because I feel even more nervous when meeting in person... am I the same person IRL as I am URL? Are you?
In the parking lot of a Starbucks, I sat messaging my long lost teacher, too nervous to exit my car. FINALLY, on a cold January evening, I stumbled awkwardly to where he was parked in the crowded parking lot.
There was that devilish smile. He looked identical to the teacher I had watched with hearts in my eyes a decade earlier. Same voice, and when he spoke I have no clue how I didn't faint.
What do we do now? Awkward ex-student is suddenly pressed against cute teacher from years ago in a crowded parking lot... Ah! Of course! He put his hand in my pants and played with my wet hole. I MAY have been dreaming, but he says to this day that it happened so...
And with that, cumming on my teachers fingers outside of a Trader Joe's/Starbucks, I was addicted. Better than heroin, right? I began seeing him as often as I could, which wasn't nearly enough. He had married that other teacher talked about years previously, so secrets needed to be kept, but dangit if I wasn't better at giving attention to my adored one. How his cock fit in my mouth was too perfect to say it wasn't meant to be!
It was a beautiful affair. Meeting on lunch breaks to get my favourite snack - his cum always tasted so good, I would avoid even drinking water for ages after I'd swallow him just so I could keep the taste in my mouth.
Years of abusive relationships made my list of pleasant sexual experiences incredibly short, but Mr. B added to them quickly. Getting a hotel and sneaking away for a weekend, I can truly say that switching between sex, sucking his delicious cock, and being held by him was in my top experiences as a human. I'm wet just from typing this up.
We had our spots, I'd pick him up on his lunch break and for an hour we would go to our own world where no one else was allowed and I got to enjoy my new favourite activity: taking him in my mouth, feeling him with my tongue, and coming close to cumming myself just from hearing how he enjoyed my lips around him.
Eventually, I even got to taste his cum after sucking him off during his free period in his classroom at my old school. It was as if I was the student who finally asked for that special kind of extra credit.
He couldn't tell me he loved me. What a strange thing for me to get upset about, I now think. It was there, whether he could say it or not. I knew his reasons... but eventually felt reality crashing down. I was the side piece to a man with a family. I couldn't be more important, because that's how things go, and I respect that. Sigh. Such a downer ending...
...except, not really. We still talk. I can pretend my feelings don't run as deep as they did, but I'm a bipolar artist with better long term memory than I'd like, with vivid dreams that Mr. B makes an appearance in regularly.
Maybe not the most raunchy story you've read, nor the raunchiest I could tell (abusive relationships lead to all kinds of bizarre sex, for better or worse.) It is a story that holds a lot of positive emotion for me, and I figured maybe someone on here may enjoy a true tale of a student and teacher. If not, there are over 6000 naked photos of me on here, just look at them while remembering how much I truly love sucking cock and swallowing cum. 💗
Who wants to be a hero and send a tip for me to get some dinner + snacks + ice cream? $30 would be great, pretty pleeeeease~ (and if someone wants to reimburse for the $40 I spent on gas earlier, that'd be pretty cool.. :3)
I've wanted tips every day of my birthday month but have been pretty bummed at how well that's gone. ☹️ Maybe you can make me smile today! 😋
my birthday is on April 12th! here's the link to my wishlist if you'd like to get me something special! 🎂 (the pics are just a few of the items on my list, but any of the items on there would be greatly appreciated!!)
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2Y164FLCB1YU6?ref_=wl_share
You wake up and it's still dark out, so you roll over and fall back to sleep fairly easily. Next to you, rustling sounds signal that I'm awake. Not unusual, I always wake up earlier than you. You hear me leave to brush my teeth, wash my face. Your sleep is disturbed again when you feel my lips around you, up and down your morning wood. My tongue slides across every inch, making sure no part of your hardness is ignored. I lightly kiss the very tip before taking you in my mouth completely, my reflexes doing their best to avoid gagging. I look up at your sleepy face, eyes closed and mouth turned into the slightest smile as your moans fuel my want. Your hips move slightly, loving how deep you can get. Sloppy spot drips everywhere, covering my face as I wipe my hair from my eyes. I'm aggressive in wanting my sweet treat, one only you can give me. Time slows, possibly stops, as I gag on you, intensely moving my head up and down and up and down as your moans get ever louder. Your hands on the back of my head let me know it's almost time... and soon I'm swallowing my treat, making sure not a drop goes to waste. I lay down, my head parallel to your softened state, and you pat the top of my head.
"Thank you for a yummy breakfast," I say. Then I'm kissing your hip, lower stomach, upper thigh, and eventually drifting off again.
Wish you were here!
Having a strange day. Felt like writing my thoughts down.. do you like them? Wish you could be here to make them reality?
Would you like more short writes like these posted on here occasionally? Let me know!
Send a tip to make me smile 💗
my birthday is in one month! I want to get tips every day between now and April 12th! Show me how much you appreciate me! Remind me of how special I am! Reward me for surviving 29 tumultuous years! 🎈💗🎂
✨ presents will also be appreciated! ✨
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2Y164FLCB1YU6?ref_=wl_share
