Fantasies of a submissive Finnish fanboy who feels like a fangirl. Into kinky things, sci-fi, feminism and other intellectual stuff.
If you're a prodomme looking for your next meal ticket, kindly fuck off. Also, I will not send a photo of myself to anyone. Outer appearances are irrelevant and often misleading.
Even though I like to express my femininity it doesn't make me a sissy, or automatically mean I want to suck cocks of every illiterate lowbrow swinging them about.
I have issues with masculinity and I want to have as little to do with as possible. I hate my birth gender and I find erotic misandry extremely arousing.
I see being a male and being a man as two completely different things. Being male is a biological fact, but being a man is a sociological construct. I refuse to be one even know I can never be a woman.
I worship women and femininity, more than anything else in this world. I feel women are superior to men in every way imaginable. I firmly believe the world would be a better place if it was run by women.
I adore lesbian women, partly because their existence reminds me of my own worthlessness. I feel heterosexual intercourse demeans women and that true love can be found only between women.
I have zero tolerance towards misogyny. If your blog contains too many hard cocks, violence towards and degradation of women don't be surprised if I block your ass.
I am 100% impotent due to type one Diabetes. I look fit and all but down there I am limp as a noodle. Therefore I refer to my male appendix as a clit.
However, my impotence doesn't mean a lack of a libido or an inability to cum. In fact pulling my limp clit is the only way I truly feel alive.
If I notice you reblogging my posts with the caption removed, especially if they are longer pieces, there is a good chance I will block your ass in that case as well.
Yes, this is site for porn, and some of you may not be into longer text posts. If that is the case, ignore them or unfollow me. Or steal the image and post it as your own, if you want.
But don't go around thinking: "That photo is so hot, but not that text crap with it, so I'll remove it". Because that text crap may something someone has put a lot of time, effort and love in.
By removing it, you're basically saying you think it's worthless, and let's face it, that's a pretty shitty thing to do.
If you want to know even more about me as a person, please visit my blog at: https://chastediary.blogspot.com
I tried something like that on my own some time ago. However, in my setup I was sitting at my computer and I had two nasty plastic clothespins on my nipples. There was a string that went through both of the pins, with me holding the ends. Every time I tugged my penis the pins pulled painfully on my nipples. Or at least that was the idea. The most difficult part was to keep the string tight enough for my tugs to hurt. Having it wrapped around my wrist and then through my palm seemed to work the best.
The other challenge was to prevent myself from cumming too fast. The thing is, this technique brought me to the edge way too quickly, and I naturally wanted it to last as long as possible. Once in a while a pin would snap off, after which I naturally put it back again and continued. This happened several times and the more close I got the more difficult it was to get them back on, due to my hands shaking too much. It all hurt like hell, but at that point, the more it hurts the better.
At one point I realized I need to end it, and had a ruined orgasm in front of a full body mirror. It was incredibly hot, but I haven't done it for a while now. The thing is, my nipples were in such a bad shape afterwards, it took over a week for them to recover. But I must say it was worth it.
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At one point I realized I need to end it, and had a ruined orgasm in front of a full body mirror. It was incredibly hot, but I haven't done it for a while now. The thing is, my nipples were in such a bad shape afterwards, it took over a week for them to recover. But I must say it was worth it.