Sweet, Juicy, Stone

Sit on a butches face Sunday

are you in any pain. would you like to be

*walks up to a couple*: so who's the agent of cosmic change and who's the agent of cosmic stability?

This is about black holes and stars in case anyone was wondering.

yeah I’m a nonpracticing woman. I was raised female but I don’t really believe anymore yknow?

I’m culturally female. I don’t really believe in one true gender, but I do participate in some of the rituals I was raised in, when I feel like it. And I enjoy participating in the traditions of other genders too sometimes.

I’m only female on Christmas and Easter, for my parents.

What's something that makes you blush?

it doesn't count if it's over your panties, you know. relax. it's okay if we do it like this. i'm not even touching you, not really. see? you can even spread your legs a little bit more if you want, it still won't count, don't worry. oh, wow. did you know you have kind of a wet spot. right. here? yeah, right there. shh. calm down. i'm not even touching you. here let me help you. a little bit more, yeah, just open your legs a little bit more so i can- oh. yeah. can you feel that? god, your clit is, like, hard. did you know that? i can really feel it with you spread open like this. why are you whimpering? this doesn't count, i told you. i'm not even touching you. that's just your underwear. are you really such a slut that you get off on just your little panties rubbing against you? fuck. if you're that desperate maybe i should just. you know. just pull them to the side. that will count though. i hope you know that. if you let me do that it counts. once my fingers are in you it really fucking counts. no take backs. you have to tell me. do you want it to count?

I like being a tease, doing little things to turn them on, driving them crazy little by little, until they take what they want.

are you in any pain. would you like to be

wanna kiss someone so filthy you can see the string of spit and their fucked out eyes when we pull apart

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

op are you okay

yes im married to her now