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i want to spend hours teasing them, almost letting them touch. almost giving them what they want most.

i want them on the bed, strap on, their hands shaking and tracing every curve of my body, desperate. fingers gripping my hips so roughly they’ll leave blooming purple bruises there. “please” they’d whine. god, it would sound so lovely. i’d smile, head tilting innocently like I didn’t know what they were begging for, whimpering as i rub my pussy, soaked, over their strap. just the tip. barely.

I want to watch their hips buck, mindless, begging me to let them fuck me. to stretch me out. i want to see the tears prick in their eyes when they’ve had enough. enough teasing. that pretty bottom lip shaking, please please please.

i’d lean down, pressing a kiss to the corner of their mouth as that first tear slipped past. my eyes would darken, they’d sniffle. sweet thing, usually so collected. crying all because they want me so badly.

and then, after their cheeks are damp and their lips are bitten red i would slide down, taking their strap all at once. i want to watch them gasp, eyes snapping open, lips parting while they sob “thank you, god thank you baby”

seeing too much hate for trans women being in lesbian spaces when they ARE lesbians so i feel the need to specify that trans women are ALWAYS welcome on my page. i see you, i hear you and i love you. you are just as much of a woman as i am and just as much of a lesbian as i am.

Well then, maybe I should talk you through it while you touch yourself?

Or maybe I should tell you how to touch yourself? How fast? How slow? How hard? How soft? When and where to rub. When and where to finger. When and where to slap, smack, pinch, and pull.

Or maybe I should tell you what I'm going to do with you. Where I'm touching. Where I'm kissing, licking, biting. If I'm going to take my time, teasing you, making you shiver and gasp. If I'm going to be sweet and gentle. Or if I'm going to take charge, doing what I want, using your pretty body for my enjoyment.