phd in lesbian yearning

i have fomo (fantasies of making out)

woman who is going to be okay on some days and fully devastated on others

genuinely so tired of medical professionals seeing my respirator and asking "would you like me to put on a mask" like girl i would like it if you as a doctor / nurse / optometrist whatever would act like disabled people are not expendable but ur already in the room breathing on me so ur performance asking is just pissing me off

"dolled up femme" this. "dolled up femme" that. what about no make up femme in a giant tshirt with bedhead because she trusts you

You walked up to that house in the rain on purpose

the fuck else would I be sloshing around in a wet ballgown for

Part of the job of being a femme is being absolutely right and sexy and correct 90% of the time. It's a burden I bear with pride.

it's been raining outside and all i can think about is kissing you for hours. no rushes, no hurries. just taking my time tasting you, feeling those soft little lips, playing with that cute little tongue of yours. taking in the view, and admiring that sweet little face of yours that melts my heart everytime