OddLove
Aimless Wanderer
- Joined
- Jun 2, 2021
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This is gonna be degenerate. I suppose that's a trigger warning for people.
So today I was working on a femdom story where this sophisticated lady basically raffles off her 'stupid boy' puppy (young college student) to older men, and as I was writing a scene where an older man made the young submissive get down on his knees and then the man proceeded to spray cool whip into his mouth and demanding he swallow it, over and over until he emptied two cans and the submissive was woozy, then the older man calmly undressed, folded his clothes, and face fucked the submissive mercilessly as all the cool whip came erupted back up and spewing out of the sides of his stuffed squirrel cheeks, and when the stupid puppy was as empty as the cans of cool whip, the man wiped himself clean, got dressed, and left.
And while I was writing this, I stopped and went to the content guidelines just to double check if vomit is allowed. I didn't see anything there discussing it, so I stepped outside of my comfortable and familiar BDSM category, searched for stories featuring such activity, and found many highly rated and popular stories featuring stomach contents... from both directions... and I don't think I'll ever take the southern route myself when writing, but when I discovered it, I had a very strange calmness and connection, what hippies would call oneness if you will.
I imagine I just experience a similar feeling to what lots of readers have here when they first discover that they're neither alone in being 'off' or in being a complete degenerate. It was kind of nice.
So today I was working on a femdom story where this sophisticated lady basically raffles off her 'stupid boy' puppy (young college student) to older men, and as I was writing a scene where an older man made the young submissive get down on his knees and then the man proceeded to spray cool whip into his mouth and demanding he swallow it, over and over until he emptied two cans and the submissive was woozy, then the older man calmly undressed, folded his clothes, and face fucked the submissive mercilessly as all the cool whip came erupted back up and spewing out of the sides of his stuffed squirrel cheeks, and when the stupid puppy was as empty as the cans of cool whip, the man wiped himself clean, got dressed, and left.
And while I was writing this, I stopped and went to the content guidelines just to double check if vomit is allowed. I didn't see anything there discussing it, so I stepped outside of my comfortable and familiar BDSM category, searched for stories featuring such activity, and found many highly rated and popular stories featuring stomach contents... from both directions... and I don't think I'll ever take the southern route myself when writing, but when I discovered it, I had a very strange calmness and connection, what hippies would call oneness if you will.
I imagine I just experience a similar feeling to what lots of readers have here when they first discover that they're neither alone in being 'off' or in being a complete degenerate. It was kind of nice.