18+

i'm not religious, but im BEGGING, god, please send me a shy nerdy cute butch with glasses and messy hair who loves long conversations, has a kind heart and wants to watch a thousand movies while cuddling and to receive hand knitted sweaters all the time please please please

communication during sex is dumb hot, like what do u mean i have to say out loud i like this, i have to ask you with my words to touch me? grabbed my friends shirt the other day and then had to clarify no don’t stop just feels so good n need to grab you and it’s like 🥴 explicitly stating my desires so humiliating but good

Her thighs are soft bc you gotta bite em while you’re goin down on her

“You want a treat?” While you guide my hand to your bulge would absolutely make me feral

I love being a dyke and I love being a femme 🩷 I was born to feel so so safe in a butch's lap and look up at them with big trusting eyes and to tease them until they cant bear it anymore

I need a butch to finger me while I degrade him so he can feel how much being cruel to him makes me drip.

Better yet, I need a butch shackled to the post at the foot of my bed, watching helplessly as I fuck myself, in heels and lingerie that are just begging to be ripped off—but there’s nothing he can do but struggle. And as he struggles, he’d watch my pussy dripping, lace pulled to one side so I can slide a toy into myself while I laugh at his desperation. I need him begging to be freed, begging to please me, I need his tortured moans when I tell him no—that right now he’s nothing more than handsome fodder for me to please myself to, to tease and torment and deny until I’m satisfied. He’d be forced to watch as I got closer and closer to orgasm, forced to see my cunt clench around the toy every time I call him pathetic. My brainless slut, fighting against his restraints, swearing he’ll be a better toy, that he’d make me feel so good, better than anyone or any toy ever has… and after I have my first orgasm of the night, lust still curling in my hips and roaring in my blood, I’ll take his shackles off and tell him to prove it.

it just feels right when a librarian is a lesbian. like yea, that's how it's supposed to be

need to be in a boy's lap nd he slips his hand underneath my hoodie and feels my cunt dripping all down my thighs, and he tells me how pretty i am before fingering me into a brainless puddle

i need violent werewolf dyke sex and i need it now

wdym you’re not obsessed with me? wdym you don’t stalk every social i’m in? wdym you don’t show everyone that i’m yours? wdym you’re not jealous when other people talk to me? m just a girl 🥺

i love asking "is this ok?" when i know full well he likes what i'm doing to him so all he can say is a breathy, open mouthed "uh huh" in response