Princess Place!

21+ followers only | NYC | 30s | baby girl | Married | Poly | Pan | Latiné | Chef

[aprincessplace]

Introducing!

I realized that it's in fashion now to have an intro post pinned, letting the general Tumblrverse know who you are and what your blog is about.

Hi, I'm Camy, she/her, Latiné, mid-30s, Pan, Poly, and switch!

Married to my Daddy @brillsfantasticvoyage !!

These are the most important things when interacting with me and my blog:

**21+ ONLY** NO MINORS

ALSO NO PEDOS

This page has NSFW content.

This page is a Safe Space for all LGBTQIA+ and all POC. Bigotry will *not* be tolerated.

I do not support the use of AI images and do not repost AI content. Please let me know if I accidentally do!

I'm a Leftist and if you bring your Fascist bullshit to my page, you will not be tolerated.

Slava Ukraini

Free Palestine

On to blog content! As the blog does not have a theme other than my personal interests, here's a brief summary of the majority of the content I post:

Some SFW Content (#princesslife) includes:

Some selfies and other photos I take, mostly flowers, plants, and different places I've been.

Anime

Books

Cottagecore

Coquette

DIY

Disney

Kawaii

Spirituality

Some NSFW Content (#naughtyprincess) includes:

Selfie nudes and partial nudes

Hentai

BDSM

DD/LG - CG/L

Bimbo aesthetic

CNC/Somno

Monster-fucking

420 🍃

✨️🩷Come be feral in my asks? 🩷✨️

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Send me a tip on CashApp

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Let me know if I'm missing anything important, and thanks for reading! <3

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

[kateammann]

Happy Pride Month!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[lovethythrall]

But if I go asleep I will waste all of these hours where the world is silent and only for me.

[tenderlovingmuse]

sorry i’m late. i was listening to the wind in the trees.

[sexygrammaticalerrors]

[asteriavinifera]

Do you wanna go watch the sunlight pierce the leaves of the forest with me?

[sniperct]

[girlspice-deactivated20181115]

[aprincessplace]

Pretty pink roses 🩷

[aprincessplace]

Rhododendron!

[aprincessplace]

The color on these roses is so intense that this pic looks filtered to hell.

[aprincessplace]

Did you know Pansies are edible? 💗

And we sing too! 🐛🍄

[politijohn]

[fwizard]

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

[pansyfemme]

yes im addicted to attention and orgasms and food and shiny jewlery and 7$ Iced Lattes. does that really not sound like an awesome lifestyle to you

[bookofillusorylove]

She told me I could use her while she sleeps.

Said it with that sleepy smile and a stretch,

half-buried in pillows,

voice thick with trust and heat.

"Take whatever you want from me. I’ll be out for hours."

So I do.

Slow at first—palming her thighs,

pressing kisses to her neck,

watching her shift just a little

when I slide in deep and don’t stop.

She’s so warm,

so soft,

so easy like this.

Body offering everything,

even in sleep.

I use her holes like she told me to.

Mark her skin with love bites and bruises,

not cruel—just reminders

that she belongs to me even in her dreams.

She moans in her sleep.

Whimpers.

Pushes her hips back when I hold her down.

I fill her up and leave it there—

the ache, the mess, the proof—

knowing she’ll wake up sore and dripping,

knowing she’ll smile when she sees the marks,

and beg me to tell her everything I did.

Because she loves being mine.

Even unconscious.

Even when I don’t ask.

Especially when I leave her ruined,

but safe.

Marked up.

Loved.

Used exactly how she asked.