love the idea of soothing someone into submission. you've had a long day, sweetheart, why don't you let me do the thinking for a bit? i know you like to be in control, but it can be exhausting. surely you've earned a little relaxation after all your hard work. don't you want to rest a bit? unclench your jaw, relax your muscles, let your legs fall open. i want the only thought in that lovely head to be how good you feel.

because she’s a girl forever and ever and ever, get it 😁

ftm girl with a pathetic sopping wet pussy 💗💗💗

since i love torturing myself for absolutely no reason, i'm gonna see how long i can go without touching myself. today marks the first day!

yeah this isn't gonna last very long.

didn't even make it 24 hours 💔

Hey guys how do we feel about service butches? Butches who insist on fixing everything themselves? Butches who cook and then hand feed you? Butches who lace up your shoes without asking? Butches who clamp your bras up so you don’t have to reach back and do it? Butches who tops off your wiper fluid? Butches that insist on giving a good massage after work?

“I’m not asking you to be good, I’m telling you to be quiet,” as I fuck you in the alleyway

since i love torturing myself for absolutely no reason, i'm gonna see how long i can go without touching myself. today marks the first day!

yeah this isn't gonna last very long.

Imagining laying down completely naked next to a woman. Imagining her looking at my body…gently moving my leg up so she can get a better look at my vulva. She’s a woman who’s only ever been into women. She likes them masc, like me, but undeniably she likes pussy. She likes my pussy. Maybe she takes a picture of me. My cunt’s in frame of course, but so is my face. My tits. She wants to JO to it later. She wants to show her other gay friend. It turns her on to show my body around to other queer women—because everyone thinks I’m a guy, and my slim, still soft, androgynous body reveals that I’m more than that. There’s nothing hotter than something like me. By paying special attention to my vagina, to my breasts, she reminds me that I’m so much more than a man. So much more beautiful, so much more desirable. Such a soft, wet hole between my legs is perfect for a tongue to fit inside of. That little spot inside me is so much fun to look for with her talented fingers—even moreso when she gets to feel my warm wet walls hugging them. How can I say I don’t like this, when my pussy is begging to be rubbed, to be filled. I’m blushing and embarrassed as my hungry cunt pulls her pretty fingers deeper towards my womb.