Sunny ☀️

i love licking a trans’s boy’s cunt until he’s shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.

i love the sound of a trans’s boy’s cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.

please for all my everyone's out there, please remember to give yourself aftercare if you're someone engaging with kink online. especially if the content you're engaging in usually touches/exacerbates any real-world emotional stuff for you. whether it's cnc or degradation or anything, just because it's content you're consuming online doesn't mean you're immune to needing aftercare once the sexy part is over.

i feel like aftercare is something we often think of as being a thing that happens between partners after sex, and obviously yes that's a big chunk of it, just because you're playing solo doesn't negate the wacky stuff the chemicals in your brain can do, nor that there aren't things you can do for yourself to help ease out of it!

The problem wasn’t what I had access to. It was that I didn’t have access to a safe adult I could actually talk to; someone I could trust to help me without immediately cutting me off from everything and everyone. I remember getting messages from strangers on Skype. I didn’t even respond. But when my parents found out, they banned me from using it entirely. That meant losing most of my contact with friends outside of school. So what did I do? I went behind their backs. And once I was hiding, I couldn’t tell them when something actually dangerous was happening, like when I started being groomed. By the time things escalated, I was already alone with it.

I think about an episode of Scared Straight where a girl was dragged through a prison because she’d been talking to adult men online. She wasn’t doing that because she was reckless or malicious; she was lonely. Her parents weren’t present, she was being bullied at school, and these men gave her attention, told her she was pretty, told her she mattered. She was already being harmed. And the adults in her life responded by terrorizing her. Humiliating her. Calling her a slut. Telling her she deserved it. Breaking her to pieces.

What lesson does that actually teach? Not “this is dangerous, come to us.” It teaches: If you get hurt, we will hurt you more. Do you really think that makes her stop, or does it just make the predators look safer by comparison? They might as well have driven her straight into the jaws of those predators with torches and pitchforks. Because when every path back to safety is lined with punishment, kids don’t run away from danger. They run deeper into it.

If you want kids to be safe, stop treating them like problems to control and start treating them like people worth protecting. Stop ripping away their autonomy the second they make a mistake or encounter something risky. Stop teaching them that honesty will cost them everything.

As does the fact you offer no resistance, your eyes widen but your body remains pliant

I push your legs farther apart and you blush, but obey