[daintiestgirl]

you've wandered into something not meant to be found. but nothing reaches me by accident.

𓍯 i am what remains of a holy being. stripped of wing and radiance, i walk among the living cloaked in cotton and silk. you may call me mimi, though names are a mortal comfort.

𓍯 speak to me kindly - angel, lamb, doll, sweetheart - and i may linger longer. 𓍯 this altar is sacred to femmes and butches; to trans bodies wrapped in beauty and in strength. it is not open to men, the underaged, or the defiled. 𓍯 here, desire is ritual. but spectacle is forbidden. bring only tenderness. bring only truth.

𓍯 the eight commandments: 1. desire without honor is desecration. 2. no tongue shall touch a butch in lust if it cannot speak their name in awe. 3. femmes are not decoration. we are invocation. 4. what is sacred must be protected, even from those who claim to be trustworthy. 5. let the soft be strong. let the strong be soft. 6. come not with questions if you do not seek answers. 7. love is ritual. lust is a rite. respect is the tithe. 8. you are here because i allowed it. remember that.

[daintiestgirl]

you’re such a sweet blog to stumble upon, you write so eloquently in a way that i feel seen … thank you for existing angel （^人^）

this has made my night. thank you for your kind and generous words. if anyone is an angel, it is you. ♡

[dridelus]

[love1leee]

[daintiestgirl]

Fuck. You're perfect.

I could ruin you so wholly.

do you promise?

[daintiestgirl]

do you also get lost in the fantasy of thighs pinned wide, your swollen clit throbbing under a hot, determined mouth that will not let go? slow, wet suction pulling at your sensitive little clit like they are trying to drink your soul through it. long, greedy pulls that make your cunt clench and flutter around nothing, every hard suck drawing out those pathetic, high-pitched whimpers you cannot swallow back.

the wet, obscene sounds of their lips on you fill the room. sloppy, filthy pops and slurps mixing with your breathless moans, hips jerking helplessly while tears streak down flushed cheeks, lip trembling in that helpless, pouty way. merely a glistening, trembling mess gazing down through wet lashes at the butch treating your clit like the only holy thing left worth devouring.

[daintiestgirl]

she’s got you laid bare on your back, thighs splayed wide and quivering, ankles draped heavy over her strong shoulders as her rough palm anchors you open like an offering laid out on sacred stone. the air hangs thick with the sharp, unmistakable scent of your desire, a holy incense rising, laced with the warm musk of her skin as she looms close.

her hand falls swift, palm meeting your soaked cunt in a wet, resounding slap, the sting blooming hot through tender, swollen folds, igniting straight to your budding clit. your body arches sharp, a broken prayer spilling from your lips, hips straining futile against her unyielding hold. another strike, quicker, crueler, landing with a slicker sound now that you’re weeping for her. the heat spreads radiant, skin alive and singing, your pulse throbbing deep in your core.

she hums low, a pleased, reverent sound, gaze dark and worshipful on the way your pussy deepens in color, shining shameless under the faint light. two calloused fingers trace through the slick offering, dragging it upward in slow, deliberate paths, the wet slide loud and profane. you feel every textured ridge, the cool breath of air brushing fevered flesh before she strikes again; three rapid, burning slaps that make your thighs tremble like autumn leaves and your breath catch in soft, pleading sobs.

“listen to you,” she coos, voice low and velvet-rough against your ear, breath a warm blessing. “already so wet for me. what a needy little pussy.” her palm cups you fully, claiming, grinding slow circles over your aching clit, the pressure divine and maddening, slick sounds profane enough to dust the tops of your cheeks red. you taste yourself when she lifts those fingers, salt and tanginess sharp on your tongue whilst she paints your lip, then presses inside so you savor how swiftly your cunt surrendered, how completely you gave yourself up.

[daintiestgirl]

You never reply to dms anymore??

i do not open dms anymore. too many butches mistook my tenderness for permission and my light for something they could leave flickering when they vanished. some disappear without a word and call it peace, as if ghosting were gentler than honesty. others stay just long enough to tell me they are not emotionally available, as if that small confession could absolve the distance they built between us. both leave the same quiet ache; devotion offered to a void. they call themselves stone, but i have seen marble break cleaner than their exits. so now i keep my distance, polish my solitude until it shines. i would rather haunt myself than beg the ghost of a butch to stay. but friendship is welcomed warmly from femmes and butches alike.

[daintiestgirl]

i like the game of pushing against her, palms flat on her chest as if i could ever keep her away. i like the way she doesn’t let my resistance mean anything, the way she sinks her cock into me regardless, slow and unrelenting, until all i can do is arch and gasp. i like pretending i don’t want it, only to feel my cunt betray me, opening for her, tightening around her in helpless gratitude. every twist of mine makes her grip firmer, every false refusal only draws her deeper. there’s a sweetness in being overpowered like this, a dark kind of devotion in letting her take what i swore i wouldn’t give. i love that she knows the truth. that my struggle is an offering, that my ruin is the place i ache to be returned to.

[boyfromrehab]

[jenn1fersbody]

[daintiestgirl]

This stone butch loves your writings and musings. Hope you have the most pleasant of days

-🪐

a stone butch taking the time to bless me with such kindness. . . you must know how dangerous that is to a fallen creature like me. your words reach me like a balm. thank you.

[daintiestgirl]

femmes are the sleepiest people in the world . . .

[daintiestgirl]

glad to see you back, doll.

i am glad to see you are still around, pretty boy. ♡

[daintiestgirl]

need to give my throat to a butch, open and waiting just for them. need to have my head hanging off the bed, ready for them to fill me. need to feel the weight of their cock pushing in, stretching me until my eyes water, and until drool sticks to my chin and their strong thighs. need to feel their hand firm on my neck, reminding me that i belong to them, letting them feel the way my throat yields with every thrust. need them to hear the soft, broken sounds i can’t hold back; moans tangled with gasps, and the sounds of their groaning overpowering mine. need to have my fingers circling my sopping clit while they sink deeper, my every limb trembling from the high of being used. need to give them everything; mess, tears, devotion. need to swallow when they tell me to, look up at them with wet, grateful eyes, and whisper thank you, like it’s worship.

[angelicdust]

[daintiestgirl]

i love making doe eyes at butches when i’m rubbing their strap bulge. ♡