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I’m going to build up the courage soon to wear a cropped sweater without a bra like in this picture, but I literally cannot raise my hands without exposing myself as you can see. It would make it so easy for someone to come along and grope me…

#katia’s pics #breeding toy #rough cnc #lesbian #soft cnc #md/lg little #md/lg sub #md/lg community #exhibitonist #big tiddy

princesskatherinie

Pre-work selfie

#katia’s pics #exhibitonist #big tiddy #cnc k!nk #lesbian cnc

pr3ttypunisher

i look for you in my notifications.

scrolling through, searching for your username.

did you like that post i made this morning? did you reblog it? what about the one from last night? i’m wondering what you thought when you read it. wondering if it affected you the way i hoped it would. checking to see if you left tags, if you commented something. trying to piece together what you’re into based on what you interact with. noticing patterns. noticing which posts you consistently engage with.

when i’m feeling needy, i click on your blog. scrolling through your reblogs, seeing what caught your attention today. what you’ve been thinking about. noticing the posts you’ve quote rebooted, or left # under. those are the ones that really got to you, aren’t they? the ones that made you ache. the ones you related to most. the ones that made you feel something deep. i read those tags you leave sometimes. the ones you think i won’t see. but i see them. i see all of them.

i wonder about you constantly. wonder what you look like when you’re reading my posts. are you in bed? are you at work, trying to stay focused? wonder if you’re touching yourself while you read. wonder if you’re thinking about me the way i’m thinking about you right now. wondering if you imagine it’s me doing those things to you.

sometimes i see you’ve reblogged three, four, five of my posts in a row. and i know. i know you’re scrolling through my entire blog late at night when you can’t sleep. i know you’re getting worked up reading everything. i know you’re desperate and needy. i know you’re wishing someone would do these things to you. wishing it could be me.

i imagine what i’d do if i had you here. if you were in my bed instead of just in my notifications. how i’d make you tell me which post was your favorite. make you read it out loud while i touch you exactly the way i described. make you admit how wetyou got reading my words. make you show me. make you tell me every time you touched yourself thinking about my posts.

you’re not just a username to me anymore. you’re a fantasy. you’re the person i think about when i’m writing these posts. the person i imagine responding to my words. the person i write for. the person i want. when i’m writing about touching someone, making someone feel good, i’m picturing you. wondering how you’d sound. how you’d taste. how you’d feel.

i notice when you’re active. notice when you suddenly reblog/like a bunch of things late at night. i know what that means. i know you’re in bed, scrolling, getting yourself worked up. and i wonder if you’re thinking about me while you do it. wonder if you wish it was my hands instead of yours.

and maybe you’re reading this right now. maybe you’re realizing i’m talking about you. maybe your heart is racing because you didn’t think i noticed you in my notifications. but i do. i notice every like, every reblog, every time you interact. maybe you’ll reblog this one too. maybe you’ll hide it in your likes where you think i won’t see.

but i will notice. i always notice you. and i’ll keep writing. keep wondering. keep imagining what it would be like to have you here with me instead of just seeing you in my notifications.

#my version of flirting btw

blushforher

“ican’tican’tican’t- mommy please! ugh please its too much! you’re so big i- fuck!” sub

"shhh, baby, but you're so wet for mommy. if you wanted me to stop, you wouldn't be making such a mess right?” dom

ienactforcefem

the goal is 'removing the trans woman from tumblr' but when she goes to bsky, the goal suddenly becomes 'remove the trans woman from bsky' but when she goes to have a private discord with her friends, the goal is 'remove the trans woman from the safe spaces she creates for herself' and, finally, when the innocent trans woman has no friends, is too scared to communicate with others, the goal becomes 'kill the trans woman once and for all, for once she is dead, the World will be Safe."