आशिक़ का टरपना

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

Me n who

you are allowed to outgrow the version of yourself everyone else got comfortable with

petition to change LGBT to DFTQ (Dykes Faggots Trannies and Queers, naturally)

need to be put into mating press and fucked within an inch of my life,, i need to be filled to the brim i need to feel every drop of cum and inch of cock inside me and i need it Now.

A deep, mounted mating press with gross tongue kisses and repeated creampies

yes i can have a wet boner because my horniness and transgenderism transcends the need for my language to make to sense others

normalise being fulfilled by imperfect sex. sex that's awkward. sex that's clumsy. sex when you're still learning each other, where consent check ins cut in jarringly because safety overrides needing to be smooth or nonchalant. sex that's 90% cuddling and teasing foreplay and 10% grinding, then doesn't lead anywhere else. sex that doesn't end in an orgasm but instead a profound sense of satisfaction that washes over your whole body.

morning inspection before you’re even fully awake. you stirring as i pull the blanket off. “mommy’s gonna inspect you, baby” you blinking sleepily, confused. “now?” “yes, now. spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” you obeying drowsily, letting your thighs fall open. kneeling between them, using my thumbs to spread your lips apart. examining you in the morning light. “let’s see how you are first thing in the morning.” noticing you’re already slightly wet. “interesting. were you having nice dreams, baby?” you mumbling something incoherent, still half asleep. sliding one finger through your lips slowly, gathering the wetness there. bringing it up to look at. “a little wet already. let’s check properly.” pushing your thighs further apart, spreading you wider. “need to see everything, sweetheart.” you letting me position you however i want, still too sleepy to protest. sliding one finger inside gently, just one. feeling how tight you are in the morning. “very tight right now.” pumping slowly, carefully. watching your face, seeing you start to wake up more. your breathing changing. pulling that finger out, looking at how wet it is. “getting wetter. good.” pushing two fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try two.” you gasping softly as i fill you more. pumping them slowly, methodically. “you’re waking up now, aren’t you sweetheart?” you nodding, becoming more aware of what’s happening. starting to move against my fingers slightly. “stay still, baby. i’m taking care of you. you need this morning inspection.” holding your hip with my free hand to keep you in place. curling my fingers inside, pressing that spot. you moaning, hips trying to move. “such a responsive girl even first thing in the morning.” pulling those two fingers out, examining them. completely coated in your wetness. “look how wet you’re getting, baby. your body knows what it needs.” sliding three fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try three. see how you take them.” you gasping louder, more awake now. “it’s a lot—” “shh, you can take it, sweetheart. you need this.” pumping three fingers slowly, feeling how your walls stretch around them. curling all three inside, pressing firmly against that spot. you moaning, legs wanting to close from the intensity. using my other hand to push your thigh back open, keeping you spread wide. “stay open for me, baby. i need to check you properly.” continuing to fuck you slowly with three fingers, feeling you get wetter and wetter. my fingers moving easily now, completely soaked. bringing my thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles while my fingers work inside. “there we go. just taking care of you, baby.” you moaning more now, fully awake, hips starting to move despite yourself. “you need this, don’t you sweetheart? need me to take care of you first thing in the morning.” pumping steadily, curling my fingers, rubbing your clit in a consistent rhythm. getting you so worked up. your breathing getting heavier, thighs shaking. getting you right to the edge, so close. then suddenly stopping everything. pulling my fingers out, taking my thumb off your clit. you whining desperately. “inspection complete, baby. you’re perfect. nice and wet, very responsive. everything’s good.” showing you my three fingers, completely glistening with your wetness. “look how well you did.” wiping them on your inner thigh. standing up. “time to get up and start your day, sweetheart.” you lying there flushed, breathing hard, needy. “but i was so close—” “i know, baby. but this was just an inspection. maybe later if you’re a good girl.” leaving you frustrated and aching before you’ve even gotten out of bed.