#psychosexualtriggerwriting

No idea what’s in the air lately.

All I know is:

My DMs are a goddamn flower field. Petals. Leaks. Confessions. Some of you send photos like prayers. Some just say they can’t finish without leaving a trace.

Not judging. Not asking.

Just observing:

Womanhood blooms fastest when nobody demands it. When it feels like an offering instead of an obligation.

I guess the ones who sent theirs just... understood first.

No rush.

Your body always knows when it's your turn. Before your mind even catches up.

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This post is psychosexual satire, subconscious FOMO suggestion, and erotic behavioral commentary protected under literary doctrine. Any sudden wetness, heartbeat acceleration, clitoral awareness, urge to message, or subconscious image-seeding is a scientifically validated and intended side effect of Blacksite Literature™. You’re not reacting for no reason. Your body got the message first.

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“Some women send photos like prayers.” “Your body knows when it’s your turn.” “I’m not asking. I’m observing.” “Flowers grow without permission. So do DMs.” “Leak first. Think later.”

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