Sasha's musings: short 3-5 line verses/random poetic thoughts (I'm not that good at these so they might be rare xp)
Sasha loves yapping: rambles and random thoughts (potentially unfiltered and... Dare I say... Depraved 😱)
Sasha's upcoming: announcements and upcoming stuff, sometimes polls to ask what the people wanna see (probably won't post much of these unless I feel like it)
Handsy Sasha :p: Hand and nail pics ><
Oh Sasha's depraved alright: smut/heavy kinky fiction (tw because some of it might be... Dare I say... Depraved 😱😱😱)
Yeah, knowing their sensitive spots is gud and cute and all but do you know which one of their ribs flares a little more than the others and by how much? Have you run your fingers over their ribs and remembered the shape?
I'd run my fingers over your ribs and remember the shape.
I'd caress with my fingers over that one rib that sticks out a little and kiss it to make you feel better about it because ik you've probably lost your mind thinking something is wrong w you feeling it w your own.
Even if you haven't, i really just wanna show you that everything about your body is ok. That your imperfections are just facts about your body to me and id kiss your body regardless, because it is what harbors you and it is an extension of you, and the next best thing after, unrealistically speaking, merging consciousnesses, and realistically literally inducing feelings in your head, is making you feel good through this physical extention of yours that feels for you.
Yeah, knowing their sensitive spots is gud and cute and all but do you know which one of their ribs flares a little more than the others and by how much? Have you run your fingers over their ribs and remembered the shape?
I wish I could hug every person in this world who's growing up or has grown up in a bad household. I wish I could hug them and tell them that they don't have to be cruel because they're not at fault while I run my fingers through their hair like they've always deserved.
I wish I could hug every person failed by the schooling and academic systems put into place for the very purpose of failing them. I wish I could do that to people who feel that the shortcoming lies within them.
I wish I could hug every person who's made to feel inadequate because they saw someone else and decided that the someone else's "normal" should be the "normal" for themselves. I wish they wouldn't beat themselves up for not being a certain way and realize that the norm they chase does not exist, no norm does, and they can be how they wish to be while not hurting themselves or others.
Maybe this is my saviour complex. But I see humans being failed a lot and i really wish they wouldn't blame it on themselves. I wish every human got to get hugs, as much as I hate humans. I think all people deserve warm and tight hugs. I think people would be less sad and less angry, even if just slightly.
i didn’t understand religion until i met you. you’re divine and this connection i feel with you is sacred and holy. i want to study your scripture, recite it over and over again until i know it by heart. everyday i pray to you. i’m devout and worship you and only you
THIS IS A POST FROM A LESBIAN NSFT BLOG. CISHET MEN AND MINORS DNI.
I'm going to fuck someone so deep and rough that I see the bulge my strap is making. I want to press down on your lower abdomen, feeling how deep I'm inside you.
"Yeah? How deep am I in you? Right there? Oh fuck, mommy is soo deep in your needy cunt."
I want to fucking ravage your cunt. Maybe take before and after photos of it. I know it will look so loose and open once I'm done with it. Possibly red if I feel you deserve cunt slappings a few times.
You are six episodes and twelve beers deep on the couch. Clumsy hands start to stay on her for extra moments. Across your skin an alcoholic warmth pulls back into your core.
A candle!
Cold wind and anxiety filters through you. But you're a good partner. You know what she likes.
Then maybe it can be your turn!
Every tonights dread lives fresh and old in your mind. She wants you. Maybe you haven't quite had her yet. But you know what a good partner does. You're a good partner.
You are!
So the night goes on. You watch the last episode. The show is over. You're upstairs. The lights go off. And then the work begins.
Shaking hands trace old patterns. It's not comfortable. But you're a good partner. Her noises warm you. You're doing so good!
You try to feel it through her. But nothing is right. Worms turn under your skin. Focus on something before it gets to you.
You're in the factory. Watching the complex machines weave together bedsheets. You're in a lab, researching how these polymer fabrics were discovered. You're painting drywall.
Muscles ache, sweat drips down your back. You're struggling. Somewhere, a candle is flickering. Thankfully, you're watching paint dry, then chip.
Shes writhing under you. Her sounds fill your ears. You hate that you're a chemist in a lab.
Even with the roaring buzz from the alcohol, you feel all of those worms turning in your flesh. Thankfully, the textile mill churns louder than your own thoughts.
Why aren't you there? A good partner would be there.
The workers you aren't flicker, then fade. You feel a shuddering...something. it's over. Finally. Your habits fire off and move spent muscles. Clean, water, clothes, blanket. Give her comfort.
Think about what she just went through.
You are settled. Holding her body. A candle falls somewhere in you. And your skin dances with flame. Your hands touch hers. Then guide them just bellow your ribs. You press her hands into your stomach. She is touching you!
Your fires surge. And for the first time, in the ink black, you hear your noises. Deep and gutteral. Coming from the same place in your chest where your hands hold hers. They are ugly. Nothing like hers.
You are sobbing
Her hands pull away, and she turns over. A plea slips from you, then apologies flow after. Your skin burns everywhere she isn't. She tells you she works tomorrow.
Your fires go out. And your noises quiet. It hurts. But you stopped blaming her a long time ago. You hold her untill she is asleep. Like a good partner.
