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HELLO TO MY NSFW BLOG!

things to know:

i go by she/they pronouns

raging lesbian and trans mtf

from the uk 🇬🇧

single (i want a girlfriend so BAD)

i love yuri so much, dm me about it

i do repost nsfw blogs often

nsfw stuff below cut

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my DMs and asks are open!!! •(^u^)•

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hi mommy

reading the longer stories makes me wish i was apart of them and makes me so needy and pent up

but i'm wondering what's your dream scenario to be in?

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Hi baby 😉 how sweet are you for asking what I would desire most 🥰 Let me show you—

The wind howls outside, rattling the windowpanes of the small timber cabin, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of cedar, vanilla candles, and the radiating heat of a roaring fireplace. The world beyond the porch is a blur of blinding white, sealing the two of us into a private, cozy sanctuary where time has ceased to matter.

The agreement for the day is simple: a rotating cycle of power. For a few hours, one of you is the boss—deciding the activities, the pace, and the pleasures—while the other submits completely to her whims.

The morning starts with me in charge. I’ve claimed the oversized plush rug in front of the hearth as your kingdom. I have you stripped bare, your pale skin flushed pink from the heat of the fire. I make you kneel before me, your thighs trembling slightly as I lean back against the sofa, sipping a glass of chilled water.

"Stay," I command softly, and you obey, your eyes wide and longing.

I spend the first few hours teasing you, using my fingertips to trace the sensitive line of your inner thighs, stopping just short of your soaking wet pussy. I make you beg for it, forcing you to describe exactly how much you want me while I maintain a cool, dominant composure. When I finally decide you’ve been patient enough, I pull you closer, my fingers sliding deep inside you with a sudden, firm thrust that makes your back arch and a loud moan escape your lips. I fuck you right there on the rug, my movements deliberate and controlling, ensuring you feel every inch of my touch until you collapse into a shaking, shuddering climax.

As the clock ticks toward noon, we remember the rule of sustenance. "Break time," you announce.

I lead you to the small kitchen, where you've laid out a spread of sliced apples, sharp cheddar cheese, and a carafe of infused water. I feed you pieces of fruit by hand, the intimacy of the act grounding us both after the intensity of the morning. I make sure you drink deeply, hydrating you body for the exertion to come.

Then, the shift happens. The power flips.

Now, it’s your turn. The shift in energy is instantaneous. You don’t say a word; you simply take my wrist and lead me toward the bedroom, your gaze dark and hungry. You push me back onto the heavy duvet, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.

"My turn," you whisper against my ear, your breath hot.

You are far less patient than I was. You spend the next few hours exploring every inch of my body with a focused, greedy intensity. You use your tongue to map out my breasts, sucking my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, before sliding down to feast on my clit. You lick and suck with a rhythmic precision, your tongue swirling and flicking until I’m sobbing your name, my hips bucking wildly against your face.

You don’t let me finish immediately, pulling away just as I reach the edge, forcing me to wait, to crave, to plead. You enjoy the sight of me undone and desperate under you. When you finally allow me to peak, you do so by sliding two fingers deep into my pussy while your thumb grinds relentlessly against my nub, holding my in an orgasm that feels like it lasts an eternity.

As the afternoon light fades into a deep, snowy twilight, we retreat to the living room for another break. We share a bottle of wine and some dark chocolate, lounging tangled together under a mountain of wool blankets. The fire has died down to a soft, orange glow, and the silence of the mountains wraps around the cabin.

We look at each other, breathless and exhausted, knowing that the night is still young and the cycle of command is far from over.