i'm 24, black, autistic, stemme and deeply lesbian and needy. that's it. that's what this side blog is about. she/her or they/them. I'm a sub-leaning switch and verse.
DON'T INTERACT: cishet men, minors, terfs, racists, age regressors, pedos;
ageless/untitled/empty blogs will get blocked on sight
transmen, transmascs, enby ppl are welcomed!!
asks and dms are always open, send whatever you want as long as you are respectful 🫶🏾 keep in mind that i have the freedom to block you
not my main blog so the likes won't come from here
other interests that aren't kink-related: books, tv shows, movies, music, art and art studies, general zoology facts (tell me anything ab animals, I'm interested), philosophy, sociology, psychology and anthropology, cartoons, cats and dogs and other pets (i love them all!), astronomy is neat. I'll probably won't talk ab them much here, but if you wanna talk about it in DMs or asks I'm super open to it!
adding this here as well (did it some time ago, will update when i take the test again!)
Thinking about a butch keeping deep eye contact with me while they slowly slip two fingers inside and talk to me with a teasing voice asking why I’m already this wet for them
edging you until begging stops and your hand finds my wrist on its own. pressing it back between your legs. watching you try to grind against my completely unmoving hand.
watching you realize it’s not working. seeing your face crumble.
tilting my head. “look at you.” i say with a sympathetic smile before continuing. “soaking my hand and trying to hump it because you forgot how to use your words.” feeling you press harder. feeling how wet you are against my palm. still not moving. “that’s adorable baby.” hearing you whimper. “you’re dripping and you still can’t ask properly.”
you shaking your head. hips still rolling. chasing friction that isn’t coming.
“i know.” removing your hand from my wrist. placing it back at your side. watching your hips keep moving against nothing. watching you leak onto my still hand. “but you know what i need from you...” pressing just slightly. feeling you gasp. then stilling again. “words. i need words.”
watching your mouth open. close. watching tears of frustration slide down.
“please.” barely coherent.
“please what..? use your words properly.”
“please touch me... please i need to cum. please i’m so wet.. please i can’t take it anymore—”
thumb finding you immediately. rubbing circles. “poor baby, needed it that badly, huh?” cooed at you. “good girl. ask me like that every single time and you’ll always get what you need.”
Wanna buy super cute lingerie and walk around the house wearing it, teasing my future wife 24/7 until she decides to bend me over the table, spank me and fuck me dumb with her strap 𝜗ৎ
Don't be scared to climb on top of your butch and ride their face. I promise you we want you to. We want your thighs squishing our heads while you use our tongue to cum
bring back sexting bring back sexting its the most hottest thing ever YES i will take my time to TYPE OUT EVERYTHING yes i will do exactly what you tell me to over text yes i am that easy and yes im giggling over a stupid box of words from you
me trying to explain when i touch myself to the thought of someone i love, it’s not in a weird perverted gross lustful way, but in an intimate tender beautiful loving, warm, longing for their touch, craving their presence, passionate kind of way
Hornyposting as someone who takes a more aggressive ""dominant"" role in sex is so embarassing... here's the filth I want to do with you... I'd make you cry with pleasure but I can't prove it over the internet you just have to imagine someone cool and sexy saying this
I'm needy but I'm also sleepy so i wish i could just lay down and let a cute and hot lesbian have their way with me. just lay down and let them spread my legs open and eat me out, grind on my thighs or ass to get off, grope my tits... sigh
[this is about lesbians/sapphics, cishet men and minors DNI]
to every butch. every masc. every stud reading this.
you deserve aftercare.
i know that’s not always the narrative. i know a lot of you have been conditioned to believe that your job is to take care of everyone else and then quietly put yourself back together after. that needing reassurance makes you soft. that asking for tenderness after makes you too much. that your role means you don’t get to need things the way your partner does.
that’s not true. and i need you to hear that.
the amount of presence you bring. the care you put into making someone feel safe and seen and taken care of. the way you hold everything together and pay attention to every small detail. that deserves to be acknowledged. that deserves to be met with the same tenderness you gave.
you are allowed to need to be held after. you are allowed to need someone to look at you and tell you that you did well. that they felt good. that they felt safe. that you were exactly what they needed. you are allowed to have those questions racing in your head and need them answered out loud.
there is nothing weak about that. there is nothing wrong with you for wanting it.
and if you’ve never had it. if you’ve been giving and giving and leaving empty every time. i want you to know that the right person will not let you leave empty. the right person will pull you close and hold your face and make you look at them and tell you every single thing you needed to hear.
I'm so into body bondage, not necessarily ropes and ties (tho those too 👀) but like, when a strong butch is pinning my wrists with their hands or holding me in place with one hand on my throat and the other wrapped around my waist as they're pumping their strap into me, or bracing their forearm against my chest to keep me pressed against a wall while they see how many fingers I can take 😵💫😵💫😵💫
