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I need girls who want to be my personal porn dispenser and will send me tit pics whenever I ask
Obsessed with this dress on me
whatever the femme says goes
When she’s eating me out and she holds my hand with one of her hands and grabs one of my boobs with the other while making eye contact with me…
Mommy loves a sub who just can’t live without her girl cock for more than a day. I want you to think about it every second. When I’m done with you I want your mind to not stop thinking about more until you get it.
Come relax with mommy kittens
Come here kitten. Let mommy sit on your face and you can forget all your problems. Your only job is to make me feel good right now.
computa make this summer a very lesbian one thank you
Ask me anything sweeties my asks are opening. Tell mommy soemthing about you. Tell me your fantasies or just ask me a nice question.
Mommy’s girl cock twitching while a good puppy girls eager hole quivers in-front of me. Her cunt aching for my girl cock to stretch her out.
Mommy had been topping so much this weekend her girl cock was barely moving yesterday. The drain is worth it to make three sexy subs into hot messes for me. Today it’s finaly coming back to life. Any needy puppy’s want to fill my dm and submissions with your naughty pictures and see if they can make me hard??
it's rest your hand on her soft penis thursday
Mommy’s wearing her cute skort to the gym. Love how it teases without revealing anything. Any pretty girls who want to fill mommy’s inbox with gym girl pictures don’t be afraid.
Mommy’s girl cock is twitching at the thought of a naughty sub who is desperate to make out with my partner and I.
Needing to feel a sub tremble from my touch is a psychological need
The best thing about transitioning has been the relief of no longer having to perform masculinity.
Lately, I've been reflecting on why I feel so much better. I'm just over a year and a half into my transition now. Even though I'm still pretty androgynous and spend a lot of time boymoding, I'm not really treated as a man anymore in any of my social circles. And when I do dress super femme (or atleast try too), I just feel like me. I've never felt more certain of who I am.
Now that I've allowed this feminine side of myself to exist openly, I realize it was always there. I just didn't have the words for it. It felt vague, distant, and difficult to grasp. It was buried so deeply beneath years of suppression that I couldn't see it clearly.
What I didn't realize was how much I hated performing masculinity.
Not just the expectations placed on men, but the role itself.
It felt like I'd been put into a box that never quite fit. A box everyone else seemed perfectly comfortable with. A box so normal that nobody questioned it. Everyone silently agreed that this was just how things were supposed to be, and if someone didn't fit inside it properly, people reacted with confusion, discomfort, or outright hostility.
For years I thought the problem was me.
Then one day I tripped, fell, and knocked the box over.
And suddenly—
Wait. There's more outside of this?
There's a whole world out here.
And honestly?
I'd rather stay here.
Because it turns out I wasn't comfortable in that box at all. I was suffocating in it. I just didn't realize it because I'd spent so long convincing myself that struggling to breathe was normal.
The freedom that came with stepping outside of it is difficult to describe.
Even when I encounter transphobia, I still feel lighter. The way I carry myself now is unmistakably queer. Most people read it as gay or feminine, or at the very least not traditionally masculine. And that alone brings me relief, because no matter how someone perceives me, I'm no longer being seen as a cis straight man.
And that's important because those were never things I was meant to be.
I spent so much of my life trying to force myself into an identity that wasn't mine, believing that if I just tried harder I'd eventually become comfortable with it.
I never did.
What I discovered instead is that living inauthentically drains you in ways you don't even notice. It becomes background noise. A constant exhaustion that you mistake for normal life because you've never known anything else.
Then one day it stops.
And you realize how heavy it all was.
I feel so free now.
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.”