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call me tesseract

trans woman, leatherdyke, femme, switchier than you

when i'm not posting nsft content i'm doing handpoke tattoos or dancing (or fucking)

this blog is just dyke sex so MDNI and men gotta be normal

shit i may post about (srry tagging is hard):

piercings

gore

shibari

sadomasochism

piss

DM me to yap or sext or whatever, just be respectful

#juni from the heart #juniself #💜 flag #diy or die #shibari

metalsands

red light dancer

missthiss

needles by Dennis Eymer. originally posted to BME on 12/6/11.

one of my favorite sets of all time. idk why its just always spoken to me :)

leatherdaughter

Been a while since I’ve gotten restrained in my arm binder… I sorta forgot how deeply it throws me into headspace. I took a much worse beating than I’d been able to in a while, and we only stopped because my butch’s arms got tired.

#beautiful pic #love restraints + impact

thinking again about when I threw up on her dick and she told me to swallow it and keep going

#juni from the heart

I'd like you all to know i'm not just hot. i also want to piss on your tits and make you bleed.

#juni from the heart

got some new jewelry, all I need now is a chain and someone to pull on it

#juniself

raspbrryfemme

gay little rubber stamp poem

meanrunt

Haha what if I got too drunk at a party n you had to shove your fingers in the back of my throat haha. And you held back my hair while I threw up straight liquor. And you rubbed my back while I cried. And I felt so so bad and the only thing keeping me together was your warm skin and the cold tile biting into my knees. And I was shaking. And then you took that opportunity to take advantage of me in the secluded unfamiliar bathroom that was still spinning for me. Haha.

meanrunt

And you were the one who got me this drunk by handing me drink after drink and when I wouldn't do it willingly you held my jaw open and poured shots in

fromthebloodychamber

Just playing

#absinthe fever dream of a photo (positive)

giveherswords

date idea: you’re a butch lesbian. you hold yourself like a fortress, always braced, always the one who stays steady. I see the way your jaw stays tight even when you’re laughing. I take you out to dinner, somewhere dim and warm where you don’t have to scan the room. under my dress: lace, heels. my nails are painted, my hands cool and soft when I reach for you across the table. everyone assumes you’re in charge; I let them.

later, when I take you home, I undo you slowly. your jacket slides off your shoulders, buttons open like a prayer. I kiss you until your breath catches, until the guard you keep welded shut begins to slip. I touch you with my whole attention, my whole patience, until you’re trembling and begging for me. that’s my favorite part—the way you go quiet, the way your strength folds back into my hands.

when you give it up, it isn’t weakness. it’s trust. it’s proof of how hard you’ve fought to hold it, and how much you’ve decided to place it in me. I fuck you until thought becomes sound, until your body speaks in tremors, until you forget all the reasons you became so tough in the first place. and then I whisper thank you—thank you for your bravery, for your strength, for letting me be the place you finally rest.