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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
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@royaltitties
I think the hottest thing a woman can be is a weirdo
the angle? him placing MY HANDS on my TUMMY fuck.
thinking about soft somno with a pretty thing all curled up in bed with me. paying close attention to her breathing while my fingers drift up and down her tummy, watching her soft skin prickle with goose bumps. slipping my hand between her thighs and feeling her shift, almost arching into my palm even while half asleep. those sleepy little whines are addicting; soft and broken. and they somehow sound even better with my thumb in her mouth, gently soothing her into taking it so well for me.
lesbians making out video but with reduced music so u can hear them making out sloppy style. happy pride! 🏳️🌈🔊
laughing during sex is really cute
laughing during sex is really cute
laughing during sex is really cute
Little signs you are healing (even if it doesn’t feel like it):
You pause before reacting, even if it’s just for a second.
You notice your thoughts instead of immediately believing all of them.
You have moments, small, quiet ones where things feel a little lighter, even if they don’t last long.
You are starting to recognize what hurts you, even if you don’t know how to fix it yet.
You come back to yourself a little faster than you used to.
You let yourself rest sometimes, without as much guilt.
You are more aware of what you need, even if you struggle to give it to yourself.
You are trying. Even on the days where it feels like you are failing, you are still here, still moving through it.
You have days that feel okay, and instead of them feeling impossible, they feel… real, even if unfamiliar.
You are learning that not every thought deserves your attention.
You are still hurting sometimes, but it doesn’t feel exactly the same as before.
Healing doesn’t always look like big changes.
Sometimes it looks like this, small shifts, quiet awareness, softer moments that come and go.
And even if it doesn’t feel like progress, it is.
You are not stuck in the exact same place you were before.
Something in you is changing.
Even if it’s slow. Even if it’s subtle.
It still counts.
I've built up my tongue strength to the point where I can literally stab into muffins and scoop bits out with just my tongue holy shit
I will forever be catgirls strongest ally. Not their unflinching ally, because I flinch at loud noises like thunder and someone sneezing, much in the way a catgirl might. Really this just goes to show how dedicated I am in my allyship.
little miss shy until she trusts you, feels completely safe and comfortable around you and then turns into the biggest slut on the planet. unlocking a feral side of her that no one else ever gets to see because she only belongs to you
in honor of pride month I think someone needs to suck on my nipples until I start crying
currently I'm just wearing a shirt and it feels like they're burning aaaaaaaa
Forced lactation?? Forced lactation tonight? How's forced lactation tonight sound? No choice but to swell up and ache until someone relieves your udders? Drippy milky tits/chest?? Humiliated by your own body filling with milk? Forced lactation tonight? ????
lactation as bondage, or better, body horror. knowing that once your tits are full, they'll never be empty again. sure, if you can survive the ache, the engorgement, the pain, your milk might dry up after a few weeks. but no matter what, you'll have been permanently changed. you'll never forget that throbbing ache of being full, or the blissful release of being milk. you'll always have that humiliating memory of leaking in front of your friends. and worse, you'll know that it would be so, so easy for it to start again. one slip up, one too many minutes spent playing with your nipples, and you'll be back to dripping milk at the slightest suggestion. because once your tits have made milk, they will Always be able to make milk again. you will have been fundamentally changed into someone with the threat of your udders swelling with milk one day, no matter what you do.
yknow in spite of the fact that the entire world is currently turning itself upside down to prevent me and my friends from having a good day, i really can't imagine being anything other than a trans woman. this shit kicks ass. we are so cool
I dream of being a giant hulking were-beast with a knotted cock I can plow someone with 😔
Oh to hunt down a little human on the full moon and feel their fragile body under me as I pin them. Then force them to take me deep inside them.
