my dog i mean my butch has learned if they're lying head in my lap and try biting my fingers i'll grab their hair to stop them and they like that so they just trap me between letting them bite me or hair-pulling and the little freak win-wins.

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my dog i mean my butch has learned if they're lying head in my lap and try biting my fingers i'll grab their hair to stop them and they like that so they just trap me between letting them bite me or hair-pulling and the little freak win-wins.
putting the dog on their leash
trying my new 4-inch platform boots on and i think the only thing i own that's hotter is my butch
give and receive
who the fuck are you?
hiya i'm mel. i'm a union organiser, philosopher whore, inexporable fool, & trans writer of kinky, existentialist lesbian erotica. i write about:
privilege & marginalisation.
weird sci-fi & cute fantasy.
social & systemic violence.
sex work & sexual assault exp.
power dynamics. fetishisation. etc.
i post here but it's easiest to find & read my writing here on ao3. i don't post about much else but i am friendly in the comments! i don't have strict dnis, but will follow yours. i'm softer than most writers here, but note i still regularly write about sensitive and adult subjects.
i'm on itch & bluesky. i also make physical zines! these are risograph printed w/ art by my butch. you can order them on my form here.
if you're in scotland/the uk i have an instagram you can dm me for.
told my autistic butch to objectify me but all they're doing is squeezing and bapping me like a fidget toy
want to put a puppygirl inbetween my butch and myself. have her head in my lap, fluff her hair and whisper soft things in ears. just to see that needy desire for comfort in her eyes, the one she doesn't realise is what's keeping her here while i feed her to my butch's strap.
my butch is ill so we're taking turns convincing each other it's not a good idea for me to come over because it would be agony to be so close and not kiss and then i will get sick and it will suck.