𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻

💋 Lover of all women 💋

[shhhitsfemmetime]

𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽

[Updated - 09.11.25]

I've already introduced the page, but it's time for a proper introduction of me.

Ground Rules:

Men, minors, TERFS and SWERFS, this isn’t a safe space for you. So, respectfully, take a hike. 💗 There will be NSFW themes on this account.

・❥・ Now that we’ve got that out of the way, hello lovelies! I’m Kayla—though if that’s a bit too much for you, feel free to call me Ky (idrc).

About Me:

>> She/They (but I’m flexible with pronouns)

>> 24 ♉️

>> Lesbian

>> 4/20 friendly 💋🍃

• My Insta •

>> Autistic

>> Eclectic Pagan

>> Single, Not actively seeking a relationship, but I have my eye on a beautiful woman.

>> Asks are always open!

>> You can send me DMs but I wouldn’t count on me responding to messages due to anxiety. Thank you for understanding. 🫶

>> Domme/Switch 💋

Other than worshipping and adoring women, I’m all about…

>> Collecting anything fantasy-related (books, games, movies, comics), cooking up something tasty, dressing up to look pretty, and vampires🖤🧛‍♀️

Edit: I saw people using tags to help find things on their accounts— and honestly it’s genius.

“#ffangss pics” for photos myself

“#ffangss post” for yearning posts 💋

“#ffangss answers” for answering submitted asks

“#the enchantress files 🌘” for the pretty girl that caught my eye

“#ffangs rbs” for (almost) all my reblogs 🫶

Side Note: All scheduled posts will be posted at 10pm EST. 🫶

[softlybitten]

Happy Birthday, meine Rosa Mond! 🌜

Another year has gone by, and I’ve had the pleasure of growing alongside you. You are one of the strongest women I have ever met, and I am so happy to see you continue to flourish.

Our connection is truly something that can’t be diminished by distance, and that alone is one of the greatest comforts. It’s like a soul bond… even if most people associate that term with fantasy, I truly mean it.

Nonetheless, I wish I were there with you, celebrating your whimsical party and finally seeing you in person… seeing you happy on your own special day. But for now, pictures are more than enough. Seeing you smile, seeing you have fun, seeing you get a break from all the stress in your life… that is all I could ever hope for.

I hope you enjoy your present when it finally gets to you. It was packed with love, but you know how shitty our mail services are. (For anyone reading this, our packages to each other somehow always end up getting damaged.)

I love you dearly, and I hope you enjoy every moment of your special day. 🫶

— Love, ditt solljus 🌞

(She is the prettiest woman ever. It is simply not fair how gorgeous she is.)

[luxet]

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[shhhitsfemmetime]

Another Valentine’s Day has come along… and thanks to my lucky stars, I get to spend it with meine Rosa Mond.

We’ve known each other for a whole year now, and I am lucky enough to spend this holiday with you once again. I cherish every letter we’ve shared and the grace you have given me. I love that we take the time to truly understand one another — to listen, to lift each other up, to grow side by side. We’ve only gotten closer, and I honestly cannot wait for us to grow even closer still.

You truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and had the pleasure of knowing. Thank you for giving this shabby, kinda-broken weirdo a chance — and for loving me just as deeply as I love you… if not more.

We’ve shared dreams, worries, thoughts, feelings — all of it. Slowly, gently, you helped me realize it is okay to love. After the mess of ’24, I was terrified to love, to trust. I felt like a beaten stray cat — all claws and trembling — and you gave me a warm place I could finally call home.

I may not be completely healed, but hell… I would not have gotten this far without you and your positive influence. If I had never met you, I fear I would have turned into a shut-in. Because of you, I still have high hopes. I still feel excitement for life.

You’ve fed my creativity, offered unwavering support, and given me personal gifts I keep safe like little treasures. I love every kiss, every ounce of love you pour into everything you do. Your passion makes you shine so bright — even when you think your light is dimming. To me, you are still the brightest light in a quiet, starry night.

Happy Valentine’s Day, meine Rosa Mond. I can’t wait for many more to come. 🫶

mit Liebe,

ditt solljus

@casperthefuckinghost

[shhhitsfemmetime]

1 Year — Rosa Mond

@casperthefuckinghost

It’s been a whole year since we met, and somehow it feels like I’ve known you a lifetime. It never felt like getting to know someone new — it felt like catching up with an old friend, a connection formed long before we ever spoke.

We’ve traded stories, sent gifts, and held each other above the sea of fear and doubt when either of us began to sink. Through it all, you’ve given me grace. You’ve given me patience.

You’ve helped me gather the scattered pieces of my trust and begin to piece them together again. But it wasn’t with craft glue, or even something as strong as Flex Seal — it was something gentler, more precious. Like kintsugi, the art of golden joinery. You didn’t try to build me up to withstand the battles of time — instead, you helped me see the beauty in myself and the world around me.

Together, we’ve built a sanctuary — a place where we can be ourselves, even from miles apart. A space filled with softly lit candles, art, and the whimsical parts of our lives that not everyone gets to see.

Some might read this and wonder how this is just a “one year of knowing each other” post, and not a lover’s note. But they don’t need to understand. We already know what’s true — what this means, and who we are to each other. They can stay curious; what we’ve built is ours alone to understand. Let them roll their eyes at my sappiness or cringe at my words — I’m perfectly fine showing how happy I am to have met you.

I’ll always be grateful for the day you messaged me — the moment when night and day finally came together in harmony. We’ve laughed, cried, and bounced off the walls with excitement — like two golden retrievers seeing each other at the park for the first time and immediately wanting to play. For once, I wasn’t anxious to share who I was. I wasn’t hiding, or hesitating — I could just be.

So, before I ramble on too long, I’ll end it here.

Happy one year. 🫶

— xx

[notyourgirl111-deactivated20260]

ദ്ദി˶˃ ᵕ ˂ )✧ good job, your boobs look heavy! Let me hold them so your back is okay!

[seethersalt]

boobs are so awesome

[graciousfemme]

do y'all fuck with femmes who have traditionally masculine interests? femmes who work in male dominated fields? femmes who will change your oil, build your furniture, and fix your faucet no problem? femmes whose dads raised them as if they were sons? femmes with lip gloss in one pocket, a knife in the other? femmes who are the only girl in their major? femmes who know how to bait a hook, load a rifle, and sharpen an axe? femmes with bedazzled, pink toolboxes? femmes who revel in their ability to beat men at their own game? y'all fucking with us???

[strapbunny]

that super hot femme with weird interests can change your life btw

[hjjhtyhthfrthgfhnfgb-deactivate]

am i perfect? fuck no

but at least im a girl that loves girls and im a lesbian

[casperthefuckinghost]

𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 💋

[casperthefuckinghost]

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

[casperthefuckinghost]

𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮 🩸💋

[casperthefuckinghost]

𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂

[shhhitsfemmetime]

i am feral-

[casperthefuckinghost]

💜💘💗💋💪🔊💭👏👑

oh my god thank youuu 🥺🩷 come off anon and i'll give you a little kiss 😘

[shhhitsfemmetime]

[casperthefuckinghost]

[shhhitsfemmetime]

[casperthefuckinghost]

💜💘💗💋💪🔊💭👏👑

oh my god thank youuu 🥺🩷 come off anon and i'll give you a little kiss 😘

[shhhitsfemmetime]

[shhhitsfemmetime]

There’s nothing more intoxicating than cradling a girl’s face, watching those pretty, pleading eyes lock onto mine—wide, desperate, needy. Every gasp, every soft whimper she makes as I drag the tip of my strap against her soaked cunt is mine to savor.

I want to watch her squirm, teasing her with shallow, fleeting thrusts—just the tip, slipping in, pulling out—until she’s begging, voice trembling, body arching. But I pretend not to hear, holding back, taking my time, reveling in every breathless plea before finally sinking into her, slow and deep, until she’s nothing but a desperate, ruined mess beneath me.

Our lips hover close, breaths mingling, every moan vibrating against my mouth as I take her in—utterly wrecked, utterly mine. I whisper sweet praises between slow, deliberate thrusts, my hands greedy, exploring—holding her still when she starts to tremble, fingers digging into the soft curves of her hips.

But patience never lasts. The need to fuck her properly takes over, and I do, pressing her down, keeping her right where I want her as I drive into her harder, deeper. Her tits bounce with every thrust, a perfect invitation for my hands to claim them, squeezing, teasing, worshiping.

And when I lose control—when I fuck her rough enough to make her cry out—I apologize, lips brushing over flushed skin, but I never stop. Because I’m listening, learning her body like a song, following the melody of every sweet whimper, every shudder, every desperate gasp until I know exactly what makes her unravel.