Honorific: In kinky contexts, you may call me Mistress Em… Ma’am or Miss are also acceptable most of the time, unless I prompt you for a proper honorific, which is always Mistress. You may NOT call me Mommy.
Pronouns: She/They
Age: 36
DNIs: yt supremacists, z!0nists, TERFs, “rad-fems,” “gender criticals,” and generally any cis men reading this: DO NOT INTERACT, and FUCK OFF!!
(I don’t hate you, cis men, but this blog is simply not *for* you. Cool? Cool).
For everyone else:
Hey there! I’m an ex-vangelical, neurodivergent, Non-binary Genderqueer Trans Femme Dyke. I’m also a woman. 🏳️⚧️
I’m also newly kinky and learning to Domme. ;)
I like to describe myself as a kind-hearted version of a walking middle finger. Lovingly defiant. An unapologetic mirror.
In the last decade or so, I’ve spent a lot of time finding myself and making major changes. In that time, I’ve:
🚶🏻♀️ ⛪️ Left the Church
📖🧐 Deconstructed my former beliefs
✝️❌ Deconverted, now an agnostic atheist
👈🏻 Moved leftward (pretty far, too)
😵💫 Started unmasking my neurodivergence
🏳️⚧️ Transed my gender!
💔 Had some major heartbreaks
💗♾️ Started practicing polyamory
👩🏻❤️💋👩🏼 Started dating my girlfriend
👩🏻🤝👩🏼 Met my non-romantic partner
⚧️🜬⚨⚸🏳️⚧️ Queered my gender…? (Recently came out as Non-binary and Genderqueer, though it’s more complicated than that - yes I know that last one is a symbol for Black Moon Lilith, that’s on purpose… I told you it was complicated)
Kinks I’m into and post about:
(Not an exhaustive list)
-Transfem supremacy / Transfem superiority
-T4c fantasies, especially nsft/nsfw ones, but even the wholesome ones too
-Posts about tits and girlcock and cunt… I love sex and making people cum, what can I say?
I’ll add more of the kinks I’m into and the stuff I post about, as well as hard and soft limits, soon enough. Just wanted to start with some basics about me. 💋
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"cuckolding" no man it's called an oral fixation. you don't need to have vaginal sex to be an active participant in the threesome. miss me with that heteronormativity please
Maybe I’ll feel brave enough to DM you one day, Miss <3
If I did, would it be appropriate to send you a photo of myself?
(I’m assuming you’re the same person I just replied to… if you’d like to claim an emoji, you absolutely can!)
You can most definitely DM me! I’ll chat with anyone who’s not a minor, but I don’t have spicy chats (read: sexual and/or kinky chats) with anyone under 25.
And as far as pictures go, if you’re not a minor, I’d be okay with sfw pictures ONLY, unless you’re 25 and older, in which case, nsfw pictures are just fine. Though, I’d generally prefer you start with a simple greeting first, at a minimum.
I want you so badly but I’m too shy to do anything about it <\3
Oh, sweetie you don’t have to be shy! Though, I don’t blame you, there’s a lot of intensity on this blog. I promise though, in DMs I’m genuine and kind, just like in real life… unless of course it’s something unkind you’d like to receive from me. Which. Is something I do quite well. ;)
I’ve really been longing to make a Trans girl cum.
And what I mean is… to guide her into the experience, gently. To hold her softly and run my fingers through her hair, kissing her sweetly and lovingly. Taking my time, helping her feel… present. Grounded. Held.
To feel her start to relax, finally able to relax, into my embrace.
For all of the heat and intensity she could experience with me — and there will ALWAYS be time for more of that, trust — for now, right now, she deserves care. Sensitivity. Connectedness. An attentive top who takes great pride in their ability to craft an experience of beautiful closeness, honoring the gift of her vulnerability, kissing the scars on her mind, and on her heart.
When she tells me about her dysphoria, about the things that help her truly relax, about what feels good, what to avoid doing, and what to do more of… it feels like I’ve been given a gift. I’ve been handed the map to the greatest treasure, to the fountain of youth, the holy grail, the philosopher’s stone, the ark of the covenant, the lost city of Atlantis. And it feels this way, not only because this experience is coveted by many who do not deserve such intimate knowledge… but also, because I’ve been entrusted with something so worthy of reverence and protection: the trust it takes to let someone in.
I’ve never felt more grateful for my intuition than when it enables me to take such a lovely lady deeper into places of both pleasure and trust… when it guides me into finding new ways to bring her pleasure and euphoria at the same time… when it shows me how to reach into her mind… and press the reset button.
I’ve been longing to make a Trans girl cum.
But not simply because it’s hot and fun. And ohhh, it is. It very much IS… But because I know, only too well, how badly she needs to release her stranglehold on the anxiety life teaches her gut to hold onto, the fear of intimacy and closeness that her heart has learned, and the stress of having to think her way through all her daily tasks, through risk assessment, through managing her schedule and basic needs, all while doing her best to just enjoy the life she fought so hard to enjoy.
And so, for a little while at least, I want to kiss those things away… to hold it all for her, and give her the kind of care and attentiveness beautiful ladies like her deserve.
…I know I can’t truly make it all better. It can’t all go away just because I’ve made her feel good for a while… but what a world of difference it makes to feel your core shift, just a little bit, as you truly begin to learn, in your body and in your soul: you deserve good things.
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My lips remember the shapes of all the places they’ve wandered. They whisper wordless tales of lush valleys, tall mountain peaks, and rippling streams or crashing waves… speaking silently of their longing to revisit them.
My hands yearn to grasp and caress their favorite instruments, crafting a melody, painting landscapes you won’t soon forget. They deliberately, masterfully, begin to glide across your frets, tracing the edges of your shape, depressing just the right keys at just the right moments, outlining your dimensions with the softest light, revealing more depth to the shapes as they reveal more of you, layer by layer.
And as my hands play their songs of the mountains and valleys, my tongue is taken back, reminiscing, now yearning to return to the warm embrace of your depths… to get lost once again in sacred spaces most are too afraid to explore.
My tongue enters the temples she longs to find herself… places of pleasure, places of thought. Of emotion, euphoria, and bliss.
My lips and my tongue speak breathlessly to the back of your mind, to the very depths of your soul, awakening your awareness as they arrive where you’ve been desperate to be met.
And all of this, the guidance of my lips, the movements of my hands, the lyrics I write with my tongue, they take you precisely where I’ve been dying to take you…
Deeper.
And then… motion. Movement, as the key changes and the vision for this painting begins to take shape at last. We harmonize, we synchronize, and through call and response, the painter and the canvas play rhythmically against one another in pursuit of making their masterpiece.
Looking out across the oceanic waves of your spine and your hips, I see your skin and all your softness rippling outward, echoing the motion of the water…
I can’t help but to savor the delectable mess I’m making… to take in the breathless piece of art you’ve become for me as I watch you become stormy then calm, rising and falling, again and again and again, a neverending spiral of pleasure and release. And being seen, ohh, being seen!
…Satin oils lay beautifully across your canvas, catching the light as it glints off the ocean. All that I see and all that I hear, sing a tale of all that we’ve shared.
Return me here.
I will taste of your depths, and you will see that you are good.
This uhh… simply didn’t get enough attention. It’s a rather fun and sapphic read, and you should read it if you like art, music, abstract metaphors, and sesbian lex.
I truly think it’s possible to be a service top while still remaining solidly a Domme.
you want me to fuck you just like this, exactly like that? Hands here, this firm? This rate, this pressure, this tightness, no more no less? Showing all your cards, literally teaching me exactly how to break you down every. single. time. I want.
Opening you up like a puzzle box.
Lift here, twist over, pull back, relax. for. me. and this will all be over soon. Succumb under what we both know you’re unendingly desperate for. Yes, sweetheart, crying is always allowed. Stretch. Push. Take. Pin. Breathe deep for this next one. I’ll count down. Perfect box limp and open and ready to be touched and twisted, examining every part of every part. Unending, all until it is a spent pliable toy, ready for another’s intent… and only after, ready to be pieced back together.
And several orgasms in, softening biology not saving the intricate folds and corners and cavern. My prize not unreachable, the only thing replacing, a tool, forever hard, strapping on around me, instead.
And every time, every time I complete, and I break it open, and my hands reset your puzzle, it’s just as thrilling as the last.
Woke up absolutely FERAL. Fucking hell, I just need to find the nearest cuntgirl fuck hole and breed the hell out of it.
Oh and btw, I can cum quite a few times in a row on any average day, just like a lot of people with primarily estrogen can, so if you’re lucky enough to be chosen, be prepared to spend a while getting ravaged and filled with my delectable girlcum.
You might even wanna save it while it drips out of you, just so I can force you to swallow it. I’d use your mouth directly, but that’s not the hole I prefer at the moment, so you get what I give you, pretty slut.
It’ll be delicious anyway. Trust me, I know what’s best for you.
After a couple years of transition, it seems like I’ve got some kind of manic witchy dream girl vibe going on…
(Yes that’s a problematic trope... Yes, I already understand why... Yes I also have a mood disorder, how’d you know? Lol)
Some recent selfies so you can see what I mean:
(This post is a silly excuse for some selfies. Actual comments on your perception of my mental health or your negative opinions on people with mood disorders should be kept to your inside thoughts. Don’t say them here, lest ye risk being blocked instantly. k? thx!)
(And to my fellow mood disorder-havers: hi. Y’all are cool. Mood doesn’t dictate your value as a human being, nor does it change the fact that you deserve love and care and kindness and understanding. Muah!💋)
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i saw a girl post about how there isn't enough stuff with the cis girl as the dom and While i am not cis i am a switch so smiles sweetly
anyway more love for trans girls whimpering its the best sound ever. like when a girl's voice cracks when she moans oh my god... or when you make her pitch up because something feels really good... its like crack to me. i wish they made tgirl moans into a substance you could take
MORE LOVE FOR TRANS GIRLS WITH BOTH SMALL DICKS AND VAGINOPLASTY!!! TOP THAT GIRL!!! FUCK HER STUPID!!!! like how do people not find vaginoplasty hot as fuck THEY LITERALLY GOT TO MAKE THEIR OWN PUSSY!!! THATS SO FUCKING COOL AND SEXY!!! make that trans girl know its hot, eat her out, fuck her til she cries. do this even if she doesn't have bottom surgery, lubricant and prep are a wonderful thing and communication is important!!
also girls with small dicks are so fucking hot and cute. i love fucking a girl with a small dick and reassuring her that i don't care about her size (meanwhile i secretly love it). sucking off a girl with a small dick and feeling her squirm... ouhhhhhffhfyfyfyf... bonus points if you hold a vibe to her taint while you do this
more love for trans girls that don't top and trans girls that WANT topped. you are not just your dicks you are WOMEN and a real girl lover appreciates everything about you
Oh, what’s that? You think I belong on my knees for you??
That’s cute.
*Grabs you by the collar while using a leg to wrap around one of yours and buckle your knee underneath you, the other knee following immediately because you weren’t ready for any of this.*
Now this… this just feels better, doesn’t it?
*You shake your head no, but I just coo at you while I grab your hair into a bundle to hold in my non-dominant hand — ironically enough — while I pull out my pretty girlcock with my dominant hand.*
Pretty toys like you deserve to be broken in by pretty girls like me… *my growing girlcock is all you can look at for the moment… she’s right up in your face* …how else will you ever learn to use another slut’s mouth properly?? You’ve got to learn to let your mouth be used before you can graduate to using others…
Me?? Ohh, no sweetie. I never needed any training. I suck girlcock for my own pleasure. But today… today I met a woman who decided to try and make me her plaything. And I just couldn’t have that…
*I look down at you while my girlcock throbs on your lips…*
Open.
*I watch as you can’t help but to eagerly open your mouth for me… seems like my scent did the trick. It usually does.*
…I have a reputation to uphold, after all.
*I gaze down at you lovingly as I begin to use your hair to guide your face up and down, up and down, your pretty eyes becoming wet little pools of joy and overwhelm for me already.*
I stayed up late, um… “exercising.” I spent a couple hours earlier, “exercising.” The first 2 minutes being on Tumblr just now, and I can feel how badly I’m gonna wanna continue “exercising.”
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My lips remember the shapes of all the places they’ve wandered. They whisper wordless tales of lush valleys, tall mountain peaks, and rippling streams or crashing waves… speaking silently of their longing to revisit them.
My hands yearn to grasp and caress their favorite instruments, crafting a melody, painting landscapes you won’t soon forget. They deliberately, masterfully, begin to glide across your frets, tracing the edges of your shape, depressing just the right keys at just the right moments, outlining your dimensions with the softest light, revealing more depth to the shapes as they reveal more of you, layer by layer.
And as my hands play their songs of the mountains and valleys, my tongue is taken back, reminiscing, now yearning to return to the warm embrace of your depths… to get lost once again in sacred spaces most are too afraid to explore.
My tongue enters the temples she longs to find herself… places of pleasure, places of thought. Of emotion, euphoria, and bliss.
My lips and my tongue speak breathlessly to the back of your mind, to the very depths of your soul, awakening your awareness as they arrive where you’ve been desperate to be met.
And all of this, the guidance of my lips, the movements of my hands, the lyrics I write with my tongue, they take you precisely where I’ve been dying to take you…
Deeper.
And then… motion. Movement, as the key changes and the vision for this painting begins to take shape at last. We harmonize, we synchronize, and through call and response, the painter and the canvas play rhythmically against one another in pursuit of making their masterpiece.
Looking out across the oceanic waves of your spine and your hips, I see your skin and all your softness rippling outward, echoing the motion of the water…
I can’t help but to savor the delectable mess I’m making… to take in the breathless piece of art you’ve become for me as I watch you become stormy then calm, rising and falling, again and again and again, a neverending spiral of pleasure and release. And being seen, ohh, being seen!
…Satin oils lay beautifully across your canvas, catching the light as it glints off the ocean. All that I see and all that I hear, sing a tale of all that we’ve shared.
Return me here.
I will taste of your depths, and you will see that you are good.
