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Not necessarily nsfw but these are some of my favorite pictures of me I’ve ever taken.
This is my alt blog for @evelynastrae for posts like this and to better sort my original text posts too. Check my main blog for more about me, my rules, my limits, and what-not.
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I gaze at myself in the mirror, imagining its hands reaching around my body, clawing desperately at my skin as if to find its way inside my chest. I imagine turning around to find it - my adorable pet -looking up at me with the most gorgeous smile across its face. Pulling it close with firm but loving hands, its arms around me, mine around it, and getting lost in each other’s eyes. A kiss, sweeter than death, both reluctant to pull away. One hand gradually rising up to graze its cheek, cup its face and hold it still kiss after increasingly passionate kiss. My hand finding a resting perch upon my darling’s neck just to feel its breath hitch against my smiling lips. My other hand grabbing onto anywhere it can with fervent need and desperation. Suddenly backing it against the nearest wall and pinning it there with the weight of my body - a knee propped up between its thighs as it grinds, guided by my hand on its hip, pulling it towards me and pushing back towards the wall over and over. Biting at its lips, its neck, my other hand leaving its neck to grab at our clothes and unveil us of them. Soon, would I cover it in ravenous love bites and hickies, all the while it watches that mirror over my shoulder, to see itself pinned by me and propped up against the wall. Fingers curled inside it and my thumb rubbing circles around its clit until at last it begs for more. Teasing it with the tip of my strap as I hoist its legs up around me. Staring right into my sweet pet’s eyes as it takes me - feeling it twitch around my strap as I slowly sink deeper. Kissing and their neck and moaning into my puppy’s ear as I start to buck my hips and rut against it. Trapped between me and the wall, with its legs locked up around me, all it can do is watch in the mirror over my shoulder as I use it like a toy. Panting in its ear about how good a pet its been for mommy, how well its taking mommy’s knot, how wonderful it feels to be inside it. Making it whimper “thank yous” in my ear as I knot it, fill it, twitch inside it. Need let it down from the wall on shaky legs, keeping it steady in my arms after, and pull it into the warmest and safest hugs, letting it know that it did so well for mommy, and I am very very proud of my puppy~ gently guiding it to the bed for cuddles and making sure it gets some energy back with a snack or meal, and some water after <3
Thinking about a board game party with my puppy and some of its friends in the future - specifically ones that I know it would be happy to be shared with - but not telling my puppy what I have in store for it yet. The guests already know the plan; I’ve discussed with them in advance. After welcoming them all to our home, we set up in a room and take seats. I pull my puppy into my lap - brazenly showing my claim of it and holding it lovingly in my arms. As conversation goes on, and we catch up before doing any board games, we start to talk about it like it isn’t there, like its really just my pet that I take care of. I play with its hair, I pet it, I wrap my arms around it so cutely. If it tries to talk we pretend it can only bark, and how cute its attempts at speech are. Eventually it can really on bark, or at least only bothers to bark. Telling them all how wonderfully adorable my pet is, how obedient, how well it serves me… pleases me… Daring to go as far as to grope it all over in my lap, openly in front of the others while we talk about it like it isn’t even there. Eventually even inviting one of them to come pet it too. The guests take turn petting its cute, blushing face. Maybe a some of them boldly grab at it elsewhere just to tease it. I’ve already given then permission in advance; they know where rhe night is heading for my pet. Then we decide its time for games as planned, so we swt up, but there’s no seat for my pet. I collar it and leash it and hold the leash close to my side, slack enough so that it may roam the floor between us all as we play. I keep it under the table between us where we can all pet it and adore it and tease it throughout the first game. At the end, I decide we should celebrate the winner. I pass the winner its leash, or tug it tightly if I won, and we put it to work. Shoving its face between the winner’s thigh, making it eat the winner out like an obedient and useful pet, throughout the course of the next game. Passing it along to service the next winner, and the next winner after that until none of us at the table can take it anymore. I pull it up into my lap and kiss it, tasting myself and its friends on its lips. I help its clothes off in front of everyone, guide it onto my strap, and bounce it up and down like a toy. Eventually I stand up from my chair, place it over the table and allow its head to hang off the other end. One of its friends immediately takes advantage, and begins to rut against my pet’s face. I bury my strap inside it, another of its friends gropes at its chest, another touches themself while they watch it. As I breed it over the game table, and its friend fills its throat, I have one of its friends pass me a sharpie and I add to hash marks to a tally on its thigh. On its chest I write “Property of Mommy” and pass the sharpie, allowing each of its friends to write or draw something praising or degrading on its body. Taking turns with its friends, passing it between us, sharing it, all of us talking about it like its just a toy we’re using - like its not a person, its not there to be spoken to. At most, my dear pet, is there to be cooed at for being a good puppy, such a good puppy for mommy and her friends. While it’s overstimulated with so many hands all over it, using it, taking it for their pleasure, it watches and listens to its friends makeout and tease each other. Spitroasted between two of its friends or its friend and its mommy, both kissing each other over it. Increasing that tally every time it cums or helps its mommy or one of its friends cum. Writing more and more all over its body, taking pictures and videos of us all using it to make it watch again later with me,,, making it listen to us talk about how good it makes us feel, but addressed to each other not to it. Its friends thanking me for the pleasure its given them. Thanking me for letting them borrow my pet.
I wish being plural came with the ability to split myself into multiple physical states of being, one for me and each of my alters. How amazing would it be to be able to just interact with them as good and close friends? Hell, screw fucking my clone, I’d makeout with my alters immediately and let them feel me up anyway they’d want to omg. Let alone if I were to divide into these multiple bodies while my partner’s in the room? Suddenly four to five pairs of hands grasp at it, all around then, covering them in an overwhelming amount of sensation. Pulling them to the bed like hands in soil luring a poor soul to their grave, but its a cuddle pile of magical trans girls all ravenously hungry for it - to pin it down in bed, grope at it everywhere with multiple sets of hands, and to take turns stuffing its holes with fingers and girlcock and strap galore. One of us riding its face, buried deep inside its throat and grinding, choking it on our knot. Another of us hilted inside its aching cunt, no doubt sore from being played with by multiple hands now, breeding it full of magical temporary girlcum from one of the duplicant alters. Its hands around the others, feeling us throb and twitch against its soft palms, and a mouth on each of its breasts, leaving hickies and bite marks all over it - sucking its tits sore just to add to its overstimulation. Gods what I’d give to swarm it with myself and all my alters in physical form, giving it everything it wants and more - all focused snd obsessed with pleasing it and taking pleasure from it. Passing it around between me and my alters for hours and hours like I know it’s dreamt of. Fuck I wish I could split into multiple mes for it.
Should be waking up to it sleeping beside me, so cute and vulnerable. Need to softly trace its bare skin with my hands and soft kisses. Need to hear its breath hitch in its sleep as I tease it, careful to not yet waken it. Taking pictures of how beautiful it is, and of my strap beside its sleeping face to show it later. To slowly roll it face down against the pillow, lift its hands behind its back and cuff them, and sink my fingers inside its pretty cunt. To take a video of how wet it gets for me in its sleep, how perfectly obedient its body is to me even when its unconscious. Then to suddenly hilt myself inside it, burying my strap to the base inside it and startling it awake. Taking advantage of my sweet, sleeping pet, and the free use permissions my toy has granted me. Having my way with it while it’s cuffed up and too sleepy to resist me. Clamping a hand over its mouth to muffle its immediate whines and gasps as it realizes what its mommy is doing to it. Biting its prey-like neck and growling in its ear about what mommy wants to do to it, how I just couldn’t resist it sleeping so teasingly beside me, how i just needed to feel my hands all over it, to taste it while it slept, to breed its pretty pussy. Fuck I need to take it, to moan about how it’s going to be a good toy and let me do so - do whatever I want to it. Praising it for feeling so good around me, for taking me so well, for being such a good toy for its mommy. Breeding it forcefully into the mattress all morning until the poor little thing is thanking for me for using it. And all of it on video too, so that later, I can make it rewatch exactly what I did to them before and after they awoke - to sit my cutie in my lap and make it touch itself to the recording of me using it in its sleep - taking advantage of it beside me. Showing them the pictures I took, and asking if they want to recreate then again but awake now,,, How cute they’d sound so eagerly agreeing~
Torn between wanting to be gentle with it, and needing to be rough as I possibly can be about it.
Torn between wanting to praise it, pepper it with kisses and soft grazing touches, and slowly and carefully unravel it like a treasured and cherished gift. Wanting to admire and protect and adore it, even while my strap is hilted inside it. Making out and holding on so closely to each other while we watch it slide in out and together.
And wanting to toss it around in bed however I desire it, restrain it with all manner of cuffs and rope, bite it hard over and over leaving hickies and teeth marks all over its body, and grip its hips and waist so tightly I bruise its skin. Need to blindfold it so it can’t see the things I’m about to do it, pin it beneath me in the mattress, and press a vibrator down on its clit. Need to leave hickies all overs its chest while it grinds against the toy, pulling on its sensitive tits and sucking on them till it’s squirming for me. Need to smack its pussy once its already so sensitive, and hear how cutely it whines in protest. Need to tease it with the tip of my strap while I run my fingers around its clit. Need to bring the taste of it to my lips as I push myself inside. Need to make it clean up the rest of my fingers - toying with its mouth while I rut against them. Need to paddle its thighs to feel it twitch and clench around my strap, marking its skin all sorely and with little cute heart indentations. Need to write all over them, tallying how many times they’ve cum for me, and how many times I’ve bred them into that mattress. Need to write praises and praiseful degredations all over their body. Need to coo at them, bite at their ear and kiss and bite their neck all over. Need to hear them whimpering into my ear while I stretch them out on my strap over and over. Need to roll them over, bury their head into the pillows, leash them up, and pull hard while I shove myself inside again. Need to spank them till the shape of palm’s marked their skin for us both to admire the next day. Need to reach around and hook my fingers into its mouth while I trail kisses and bites along its back. Need to lick up its spine and feel it shiver and tremble beneath me. Need to grope it from behind, overstimulate it as much as I can, for as many hours as I can, until its practically crying on my strap. Need to breed it over and over until I either feel its been a good enough toy for mommy to earn its rest, or until it otherwise taps out with its safe word.
And when all is said and done need to return to that gentle love. Need to carefully and delicately soothe its bruises and sore skin. Need to bring it water and a good snack, maybe even cook for it at some point after we clean up and cuddle and just lay in bed together yapping and laughing and rambling together. Need that sweet reassurance with each other, that mutual “please put me back together” type of aftercare. Need to hear it thank me for hurting it, and to assure me that im not wrong to want to. Need to let it know its loved, and how important it is to me. Need to praise it for taking it so well and for having been so good for me. Need to hold it close and kiss it with all my heart and soul, and to fall back asleep with it eventually.
Woke up without it here beside me to admire and fawn over with hearts in my eyes and honestly? So tragic. Need to remedy this immediately. Someone invent teleportation real quick please,,, I need my princess all snuggled up and cozy beside me. Need to stare at them while they sleep, and the first rays of sunlight dancing across their body. Need to trace them with my hands, delicate and tender, mapping and memorizing the softness of their skin. Need to pull them close, nestle them into my arms with their head against my chest, kiss their forehead, and gently rub their back. Need to embrace them, entwine with them, and feel them melt into that embrace so contently. Relaxed and in love. Need it.
I also need to wake them up with kisses all over them and biting their inner thigh and eating them out but thats beside the point. Twirling circles around their clit with my tongue while they sleep simply because I love how they react all sleepy and surprised? Somno, free use, praise, and admiration go so well together. Need to adore my sleepy pet.
Once again I find myself lost in a sea of dreams. I dream of its eyes, as stunning as an earthquake. I dream of its smile, as twinkling as the stars. And I do so dream of its voice, as alluring as gravity itself. The way it laughs and rouses me to laughter. The way it sings and sends my heart aflutter. The way it whimpers my name oh so cutely when I pepper it with praise and adoration. Mommy. What a title to be given and to have the honor of wielding over a sub so cute and lovely. My dear little bat…. how I crave to one day hear that word upon its tongue in person. Hold it by the collar I’ve latched around its neck, stare deep into the very soul within its eyes, and command it to open that pretty mouth for me. To slowly guide my sweet pet to its knees, cup its face in my hands, and ask it - nay command it - to be a good puppy for me, and eat its mommy out. Fuck,,,, I really need to ride its face. Need to hear its muffled “yes mommy” as I grind against its tongue. Need to cum all over its beautiful, adorable face, help it back to its feet, place a hand around its waist and another on the back of its neck, and make out with it while it still tastes of me. Need to taste the love on its lips, the passion in its smile, and the desperation in its breath. What a dream it t’would be, to pepper kisses across its cheek and neck, and coo so melodically in its ear about how good it made its mommy feel, how adored and treasured my princess is, and how I can’t wait to return the favor. Guiding it to the bed, laying it down as tenderly as I can, settling between its legs and getting lost in a sea of dreams…
Why is it so far away and asleep when it should be here with me, whimpering into the pillow as I sink my fingers inside it and kiss its neck? Why is it far away when it should be here all cute and vulnerable and sleepy while I mark it up with hickies and bite marks? And if it’s really so sleepy why isn’t it asleep in my arms though, just a toy in my hands for me to obsess over while they slumber? Why can’t I take cute pictures of my hands all over them and my strap inside them to show them when they wake up? Why can’t I record a video of me using them during the night for them to watch while I eat them out in the morning? My brain is so feral for it lately; I desperately need to sink my teeth and fingers into it and knot it and breed it over and over into the late hours of the night. Need it more than air,,,,
Late at night staring at my ceiling and feeling the physical distance my sweet princess and I. Aching for every mile that separates it from my arms. Longing to hold it, to cherish it, treasure it, adore it. To cuddle it so tightly against my chest. Staring up at my ceiling and imagining it laying on top of me. Saddled atop me. Sleepy and slow kisses and strap riding. My hands on its hip, tenderly and delicately guiding it up and down. Our whispery, panty, sleepy breaths mixed in the cold air. Warm and soft and infatuated with each other. Yearning to feel it melt in my hands, to memorize every inch of it, and the taste of its lips upon my own. Need to get lost in its eyes as it grinds against my lap. Need to praise it for taking me so well, for riding its mommy’s strap so well, and overall being such a good bunny for me. Need to coo at it in my sleepy voice and hear it whimper and whine back in its own. Need loving, passionate, lesbianism urgently. Save me romantic sleepy lesbianism. save me.
Thinking about my sweet, darling pet and yearning to unravel it this morning. Aching to feel it melt into my hands, crumble against my palm between its thighs, and tremble as I command it. I yearn for its skin beneath my teeth, to growl and whine in its ear one simple order: grind. Want to feel it desperately buck its hips against my hand. Want to taste its whimpers between kisses, want to feel its throat in my hand, want to hear my name on its breath,,, I want to ruin it for hours, overstimulating it for my pleasure. I ache to feel it quivering as it rides my fingers. I ache to mark it all over with hickeys and little love-bites. To coo at it for taking me so well, for being such a good puppy for mommy, and for being so unbelievably beautiful like this~ Want to make a mess of my sweet pet, nibble on its neck like a chew toy, and have it clean itself off my hand. Getting lost in my darling’s eyes as it sucks on my fingers,,, toying with its lips and leaning in achingly close as if to kiss it,,, need to tease it, rile it up, and see the flames alight behind its eyes. Need to taste its passion, its love, and its lust for me in desperate, frantic, pawing-at-each-other-cause-we-can’t-get- enough, kisses~ I need it more than air.
Mid sext: “what? oh, I’m just doing a little bit of worldbuilding. yeah trust me these details seem insignificant now but in like 100 pages when it all comes together it’ll make so much more sense. Yeah that’s actually why they call it the climax of the story. I hear if you appreciate literature enough a good execution of it will make you cum on the spot. wdym thats not how that works-“
Imagine if a bookshelf was a girl. Imagine being a sentient humanoid bookshelf. The shelves are kinda like a ribcage and the books sort of like my organs, but you can remove them freely and it actually feels kind of nice as long as you do it with proper care and reverence. Your fingers flipping through the pages of my books so delicately, it makes me blush and squirm. I hear one of the books even a secret lever and if you pull it a little door unlocks and gives way to a glowing portal (cause obviously like any good bookshelf, I am a source of magic. also like any good portal you can fuck it but thats beside the point). Also my arms would be decorative wooden framework that feels so good to have polished. My shelves shiver with sensation if you dust them. My legs are like those ladders for the really big bookshelves, and my head is a decorative, crystalline orb. If you fluster me, you can see spiraling clouds inside it. Anger me, a storm will rage inside the glass. Reading to me or letting me read to you while we cuddle, will woo my heart like nothing else. Glittering pink dust will fill my crystalline head if you recognize the books I choose to wear on my shelf. Nothing hotter than really good media literacy. Hell yeah, imagine that. Sentient. bookshelf. woman.
Can’t stop thinking about this idea actually. Oh, to be a living bookshelf. Call me a public library the way I need more readers inside me. Call me a public library the way my mind’s a small community. Call me a public library the way I gotta be shushed cause I whimper too loud in bed~
…anyway what was I talking about? Something to do with free use libraries? Me being loaned out like a book to please an owner’s friend? Ooh calling an owner like. my sage or librarian. or smthn. if they write on me or carve their initials into my wooden frame would that make them my scribe? If they stalk me, do we call them my stocker. cause they. stock/stalk my shelves. hmm? consider.
Imagine if a bookshelf was a girl. Imagine being a sentient humanoid bookshelf. The shelves are kinda like a ribcage and the books sort of like my organs, but you can remove them freely and it actually feels kind of nice as long as you do it with proper care and reverence. Your fingers flipping through the pages of my books so delicately, it makes me blush and squirm. I hear one of the books even a secret lever and if you pull it a little door unlocks and gives way to a glowing portal (cause obviously like any good bookshelf, I am a source of magic. also like any good portal you can fuck it but thats beside the point). Also my arms would be decorative wooden framework that feels so good to have polished. My shelves shiver with sensation if you dust them. My legs are like those ladders for the really big bookshelves, and my head is a decorative, crystalline orb. If you fluster me, you can see spiraling clouds inside it. Anger me, a storm will rage inside the glass. Reading to me or letting me read to you while we cuddle, will woo my heart like nothing else. Glittering pink dust will fill my crystalline head if you recognize the books I choose to wear on my shelf. Nothing hotter than really good media literacy. Hell yeah, imagine that. Sentient. bookshelf. woman.
Why is not pinned beneath me right now, squirming as I hold it against the mattress? Why is it not whimpering into my ear right now while I bury my strap inside it? Need to hear it unravel for me, feel it come undone around me. I need to watch its eyes go blank, its gasping smile so cute and adorable. I need to taste its neck with my teeth, feel its hips and thighs squish under my hands, and head it whine so beautifully for me. I need so badly to use it like a toy while I whisper praises in its ear. It shouldn’t be so far away, it should be impaled on my knot like a good little pet, taking its mommy’s strap for hours and hours into the dark of the night. I should be cuddling it after, all slick with sweat and cum, until we’ve caught our breaths again. I should be helping it clean up, and petting it so tenderly. I should be making sure it hydrates and gets some good sleep. Need to hear its cute moans of surprise when I finally take use of those somno permissions, and wake it up with my fingers rubbing circles around its clit. Need to bury myself between my sweet puppy’s legs. Need to write them a love letter with my tongue. Why do they have to be so far, when I hunger so deeply?
Wishing they were here with me tonight, tucked against my chest and resting in my arms. What I’d give to be cuddling them close right now - one hand softly playing with their hair, the other gently rubbing their back. To have their skin pressed up against mine and the warmth of their body to keep me cozy. To fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeat and the rise and fall of their breath. Wishing I could wake up beside them, and admire them in the morning rays. To kiss their forehead and coo so gently, and linger with them in bed <3
Every day and night, my hunger grows. Every second I breathe, I hope that it knows. That I fall deeper in love with it in every moment we share. And I fall deeper in lust for it and gods its unfair. The distance, the ache, the burning inside. Im so lucky to be its and so lucky its mine. So now I dream of its hands held in mine. And I dream of its moans and whimpers and whines. I dream of cuddles and romantic meals. I dream of desperate grinding and how pretty they squeal. I dream of my arms wrapped wholly around it. I dream of my strap buried deep inside it. I dream of cute mornings, all sleepy and adored. I dream of hot showers, and its body adorned. With bruises and scratches and love bites arrayed. Kiss marks and sweat beads and the mess that we made. I dream of coexistence and parallel play. I dream of binges and snuggles and the laziest days. I dream of reading to it all that I’ve wrote. I dream of singing to it all of my notes. I dream of coos and praises to purr. I dream of the moans that it would melt if it heard. I dream of devouring it, like I’m starving, entire. I dream of it, my heart. and body’s desire. Its laughs, its whines, its whimpers too. Its voice, its stims, and its sleepy coos. Its beautiful eyes like precious stones. Its beautiful smile, and arms that feel like home. I could keep going and spewing rhymes. But i’m afraid I’d be here for all of time. For there is simply is too much to be said. About it, my darling who lives rent free in my head.