It’s 1 am and I just need to be on my knees for a MoC lesbian. I need to look up at them begging them to make me come in any way they see fit. I’m shy so they would lift my chin up make me say please. I want their arms wrapped around me and ofc even play with my tits while I moan and whimper their name quietly wanting more.
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Black Queer Genderfluid/Genderfucked Stemme DykeFag
FYI: Stem/me is short for stud-femme lesbian. This is a Black lesbian term to describe lesbians whose mannerisms and gender presentation fall between stud and femme. This is NOT a term that means lesbians in stem and this term should NOT be used by white lesbians. Would reccomend this post to learn more.
I'm a switch/verse
Stemme 4 Masc / Stud / Butch
T4T
I love taking nudes of myself as its helped me love myself so much more and I can't keep them all in my camera roll.
This is a nsfw blog that I wanted to have to post my nudes (little to no face) as well as reblog stuff relating to (but not limited to) lesbianism and kinks.
If you are a mutual then feel free to get to know each other or even flirt 🤭everyone can send asks (nsfw or not).
general reblog acc: @robynthebird04 for misc reblog/blog shit. I have another intro post to learn more about me.
Don’t be a fucking asshole because I can block & report you! So DNI: cis-men, radfems, terfs, racists and all other fuckfaces!
if your into that freak shit then heres some more info:
Kinks & Turn-Ons
(Giving = G Receiving = R)
Choking (R) , tit-play (R), blowjobs (G/R), strapon (R), kissing (G/R), making out (G/R), play-fighting(G/R), cunnilingus (R), degradation (R), praise (G/R), masculization (R), spanking (R), punishment (R), dry humping (G/R), spitting (R), bondage (R), face-slapping (R), manhandling (R), free use (R, to an extent), dry-humping (G/R), mommy (R), daddy (R), forced/denied orgasm’s (R), breeding (R/G), soft dominance (R, wanting to learn how to G), petnames (G/R),
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Part of healing is sometimes noticing that you don’t think of them as often as you used to.
But there’s still so much that reminds me of them that I can’t help it sometimes.
Despite everything I’m still praying for the wellbeing of others.
Still wishing peace and blessings and sending silent prayers that one day they find peace and get exactly what they ask for.
Just with the hope that they have learned and grown past the mindsets they tend to have.
She showed me parts of herself she didn’t show other people and for that I’m grateful. We all still have work to do. And just because it’s over doesn’t mean you still can’t wish them well from afar.
Even if you know they are praying for your downfall…
Been trying to post this shit for daaaaaaays so it’s kind of late ngl but the message is still the same
TLDR: or ig TLDW:
Live your life the best you can and live it in a way that brings you joy. We’re all living life best we can, we’re just at different places and stages than others.
Peace and blessings to you and yours
P. S. Sorry my voice is a little off rn cuz I’ve been fighting a sickness for damn near 2 weeks now.
If I wrote you a love song It would be the most beautiful thing I could produce.
Id pour my heart out to you
Listing out all the ways for why I became enamored with you
The way your voice would soothe me
How I could always feel your warmth around me
and how good I perceived is to be when we were together.
I'm not gonna write you a love song,
because if I did I would have to tell you about how every part of me would ache for every part of you and just the mention of your name would be the sound of a sweet melody in my ear.
Us vibing in the kitchen,
Or kissing under the moon light.
I'm not going to write you a love song becuase if I did would you know it was about you?
Would you even care?
Would you even listen?
Or would you play pretend?
I'm not gonna write you a love song because if I did, it would be the most beautiful thing I could produce but also the most depressing.
And every time I opened my mouth to utter a word of it, it would make me well up with tears and my throat would feel as if thousands of needles were holding it together.
So while I could write you a love song and oh how many times I’ve desired to
I’ve learned my lesson 10 fold and it’s all because of you