hi, i'm musa, and i'm nineteen years old. i am a femme lesbian, and i use she/her pronouns. i'm not interested.
my interests include: writing, fashion, horror media, thai gls, pilates, reading, and women who worship me.
disinterests include: men, minors, and avoidants.
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i am a switch, with a sub lean. i do have my limits when i'm in dom space, which will be respected, as that should be expected in this community. i choose to only be involved with other switches, and/or strict doms, because it is what's best compatible with me.
i am (mostly) drawn to other fem/mes, but that is not a non-negotiable. i love and cherish all of my lesbians equally.
my kinks include: dry humping, degradation, bondage/shibari, public play, cnc, intox, facefucking, breeding, mutual masturbation, omo (tastefully), overstimulation, somno, petplay, and body worship.
scat, raceplay, ageplay, faux/incest, and cuts are 100% completely off the table.
my dms are open to all, except for those associated with dni. ᥫ᭡
her denying my orgasm. turning into such a nasty, and whiny girl, because i just want to cum all over her fingers. the way she coos at me, and reassures me it's gonna feel so much better if i wait a little more. so much stimulation, i can't even think.
need her to put pressure on my lower tummy, while she fucks into me, to increase my sensitivity. knowing my sweet spots so well, to turn my brain off immediately.
strapping a vibrator to my thigh and manhandling her when she doesnt listen, bending her over my lap before she can even realize whats happening. spanking her until she's bruised and crying and adding more every time she cums. hearing her beg and cry so prettily.
"please, its too much"
"but we have to teach you a lesson somehow, right, sweet girl? so youre gonna stay right here and take it"
want us to make love, while wearing lingerie we bought for one another. the effect it will have on us both, seeing eachother in something we so desperately craved & fantasized about. how it hugs my hips, or the way the silk rides up my thigh just how you'd imagined when you first laid eyes on it. how to strap slips off your shoulder, and the way the color of it meshes perfectly with the hue of the flush on your cheeks.
want a sweet girl on her knees, kissing up my leg, while slipping my heels on my feet for me. the little things she does to show how tender and devoted she is to me.
i love girls who play all mean and tough, but are so easy to break.
"what happened to the bratty bitch from before? is she still in there?" i mock, as my fingers slide in and out of her slick pussy. watching her eyes roll back in ecstacy, as she grips my thigh, unable to form even a coherent thought.
i love eye contact so much. i love the subtle act of letting someone know everything they say or do is being noticed, and it's being seen. it's especially cute when they get all nervous from it. such a fucking rush.