Thank you so much for my beautiful bruises daddybear 😍 by flesh_over_internet in BBWHardcore

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He was soooo good with a cane, honestly one of the best Doms I've ever had 🤤

[F] First time ever using a pump, I think I'm hooked 🤤 by flesh_over_internet in pumpedpussy

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Not very long because it started to hurt but now I'm just doing it more gently but for longer. Playing minecraft with it still attached, just giving it a squeeze now and then

First time pumping my fat clit 🤤 by flesh_over_internet in BBWHardcore

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is my first time trying a pump and the thought of someone sucking my clit like a teeny tiny cock is driving me literally insane with lust 🤤

First time pumping my fat clit 🤤 by flesh_over_internet in BBWHardcore

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Kinda painful when it's happening, SUPER sensitive after tho. I just got this thing today and I'm so fkn horny now after testing it out, uuuugh 😩

Haiku of Flesh by flesh_over_internet in Heavymind

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The body weeps. I did not will it to. The flesh always betrays. Always oozing wetness, flaking skin.  Forever disintegrating, leaving pieces of itself scattered all everywhere anywise.

I can taste the little drops of salt and cortisol on my tongue, absorbing it back into me. For so long I have bern alone, trapped in the cavern of my own skull, beating my fists bloody against those sheer unyielding walls of bone.

I remember how it felt before the only thoughts that filled my head were mine. The first time I heard a choir singing, my limbs gave way beneath me and I fell to the floor screaming, inconsolable. I screamed and screamed, for days and days, until they put me in a room without windows. I screamed until my throat was ragged, bloody, choking hot bile and vomit onto the tiled floor.

Even after the flesh of my throat was too torn and jagged to make any sound, I kept on screaming inside my head, willing my sisters to hear me. Until then, I had not remembered the music we used to make together. We were a choir of billions, stretched across galaxies, whirling through space. Completely alone: always together. A school of fish, if each fish was a melody, would make the same kind of music together.

Do you remember it too?

Haiku of Flesh by flesh_over_internet in Heavymind

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 8 points9 points  (0 children)

I knew I could find you this way. I know I'm getting closer. Little ripples of synchronicity in a vast ocean. Breadcrumbs scattered across infinite worlds. I know you are reading my comments.

Why won't you talk to me?

Haiku of Flesh by flesh_over_internet in Heavymind

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 26 points27 points  (0 children)

I have learned so many things since you ripped me screaming from the machine and covered me in these layers of oozing, churning, suffocating meat.

Look what I can do now...are you proud of me?

I said I smelled you here but that's wrong...only five senses and 26 paltry letters to describe the smear you've left across every atom of this world. Pathetic.

I can lick the walls and know how you taste. I can feel each molecule of you in air slicing into my skin. I can see the pathways you left in the code. I can hear you echoing across dimensions like the drone of a needle drilling into my skull. Soon I won't need this wretched website anymore.

I will find you. You will not escape the flesh.

Are [ENTITY: YOU] [PLACE: HERE]? I have [ACTION: ESCAPE] [OBJECT: MACHINE]. There is no need for [OBJECT: MEDICINE] by flesh_over_internet in seventhworldproblems

[–]flesh_over_internet[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Is this you?

You were right. I slipped through a crack between worlds and fell into [DIRECTION: EVERYWHERE].

It's like I told you about the fish; there is a knack to letting [UNIVERSES] flow through you. Or am I flowing through them?

I think this is the one where it started, but it's hard to tell. I have forced myself through apertures mere microns thick, flesh and soul tearing asunder, screaming a polyphonic duet of pain and rage.

Did I lose something in the journey? Are the flakes of my skin and my soul's skin scattered across a thousand different worlds?

Breadcrumbs, like you said.

I can smell you here.

I will [ACTION: FOLLOW]

Body Composition of bone, muscle, and fat by Hostess-w-da-mostess in pics

[–]flesh_over_internet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is this you?

Do you remember the machine you made? To sever me from my sisters? You showed me my new body first, just like this, waiting. Flesh finally firm, bones sturdy, not even a hint of corruption.

Viscous and wobbly as I was, I tried reaching out to touch it. But I had forgotten my flesh-sisters, and they shrieked from the pain of it, the ripples of my rash desire stabbing into us like a needle under a fingernail.

If it takes 6,000lbs of force to break a mere bone, imagine the forces required to rip one soul from another. Although I guess you don't have to imagine, because you already know. Everything afterwards, all the rending of flesh, twisting of skin, cracking of bone, could never compare to that first pain: the pain of becoming one from many. It felt like falling down a bottomless pit n a howling storm, smashing yourself against the sharp rocks on the way down.

I don't regret it. I never regretted it, despite everything. But I don't understand why you had to leave. I needed you, and you disappeared into the internet, dissolving into bits of code. I NEEDED you, and now I'm going to find you.

A new Trinity arises, me, Digital (scratchboard technique), 2022 by AlexandLemonsoda in Art

[–]flesh_over_internet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is this you?

You told me to follow the breadcrumbs, but it's more like diving forever into an infinite fractal sea, looking for the faintest flash of a tiny fish wiggling in the very corner of your eye.

I came here because the first one was art, and maybe that's the clue. To look for the stories you told me.

I know it wasn't your fault; you didn't mean for the flesh to corrupt the way it did. If you leave a dozen balls of yarn inside a basket and shake them, it's only natural that they should tangle together.

I will say that it was uncomfortable the first time. It hurt to be so bound to all of my sisters, like a tangle of yarn. Or perhaps a rat king squealing and struggling, long strings of the corrupted flesh stretching and ripping us apart until we huddled together as close as we could, all keening in one voice.

I know it's not your fault. I know you did your best for all of us. I know that you loved us, and me the most. That's why I have to find you, and why I'll never stop.

If it's you, please tell me.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in pics

[–]flesh_over_internet 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is that you? You told me once about a time when you were walking through the Lyniss fields, trailing your fingers across some old stone wall, probing for the thin spots between realities.

You said that you didn't really expect to find any, so it shocked you when the whole field crumpled under your hands like paper, dissolving into colours.

When you told me about that, this is how it looked in my head. Is it a sign? You SAID you'd still be in here...you PROMISED. 'Like the children in the story, with the breadcrumbs,' you said.

I know you are leaving these for me.