Kinky Transfemme Girlkisser

facesitting is top tier because you dont even really have to put in that much effort. if a girl is being bratty while youre playing a game you can push me down and sit on my face and then continue playing for the next hour or so

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The first thing Homura Akemi did when her crush died in front of her was to sell her soul, followed immediately by googling how to build a bomb. Nobody does it like her

being on birth control really does make you the ultimate bait. the girl you're fucking finds out and either she dumps as many loads as possible in your cunt knowing there's nothing to worry about, or she spends the next several days fucking you, trying to beat the odds and get you pregnant. it's a win-win situation if you ask me.

Telepath whose egg cracks because she reads another girl's mind and gets overwhelmed by how much she wants to keep feeling and thinking the same way as that girl all the time, so she keeps reading her thoughts to see her upcoming plans, daily routines, how she likes to spend her time, and then starts secretly following her to better memorize it all and get used to going to the same places. She buys all of the same clothes as her and tries to read or guess which outfit she's going to wear on what day, even buys a wig to match her hair better since growing her own out would take too long. The first time she looks in the mirror after weeks, maybe a month or two of this, she realizes her facial features are closer to her muse's than she thought, far too early for her DIY estradiol to have taken effect. Before long cashiers at the other girl's most frequented shops are calling her that girl's name or asking if she wants "the usual" when they see her enter. It's euphoric. It's comfortable. A little too comfortable. She grows both bolder and more complacent, until one day while in line at a coffee shop, she reads a jolt of confusion in the barista's mind and watches him look past her, then directly at her, back and forth twice. Her stomach drops and she turns around. The glass of the door resembled a mirror for a split second before opening, and her picture-perfect reflection -- or rather, the one she herself was a reflection of -- walks through the door and proceeds past the line straight toward her. The telepath starts stuttering, dozens of excuses bubbling up and dying on her tongue, not noticing the other's smile until suddenly arms are thrown around her, warmly and snugly. She freezes, hears her muse laugh and ask the barista, "Come on, you really couldn't tell me and my sister apart?" and simultaneously feels a voice in her mind, one she's been hearing for all these months that sounds almost exactly like her own, as it whispers, Pretty little thing, aren't you so much happier now?

Lesbian Hypnosis

Are you having a bad day? Aww I'm sorry, would sitting between two competitive dommes who take turns touching you, each trying to make your brain melt more than the other, make you feel better?

Obviously my dykebreaking posts are fictional, straight people don't really exist.

girl who keeps lifting her skirt to show everyone what a good job she did at tucking

princess who overheard some servants talking about her "absurd goonmeat", her "clapping wobblecake", and that she's "irresistible plapbait", but no one will tell her what that means ):

armpit frotting (???)

armpit scissoring (?????)

itty bitty titty committy holding a solemn meeting to expel a member who grew big enough to fill an a cup