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hello! please call me lia (or li).
Sending asks, DMs or comments, or reblogging means you think trans women are women, trans men are men, genderfluids/fluxes are all/some, non-binary people are neither, and trans ppl are all sexy and beautiful <3
I used to hate how laying down makes my thighs look bigger but now I don’t mind 🩶
I want to be groped and forcefully fucked on packed bus, too embarrassed to make a noise or ask for help as I’m stripped of my dignity.
Afterwards I want to have to walk down the street with stranger’s cum dripping down my leg as I try to hide my tears.
you need to be more normal about fwb. no, fwb don’t strip you of your dignity. they are not unhealthy. sexual relationships are not bad. it’s not weird to want them and not romance. friends can fuck. you don’t have to be involved romantically to be intimate with someone. that includes all sorts of physical touch because you are also not normal about platonic non-sexual touch. it’s not weird if friends cuddle, sleep in one bed, hold hands or kiss. friends can be affectionate with each other. it doesn’t mean they are romantically attracted to each other. nor does it mean they will ever be in a romantic relationship. you need to be more normal about touch and sex in general.
As someone who is aromantic, jesus christ
FUCKING
THIS.
this post is for the hucows. i’m going to absolutely destroy you. i will milk you dry. i will fuck and fill you with so much tgirl spunk that you feel full. you will be my plaything to use how i want. and if you don’t comply like a good cow, you’ll be trained to be obedient by fucking you until you’re cockdrunk and dumb to the point you will only think of being a good slut for your owner.
love doing the condescending, mocking little "yeah?" to someone when i fuck them. gritting my teeth through it, feeling so much power over them.
"oh, yeah? you like that, sweetheart? yeah? yeah? you gonna cum? huh? you close already, huh?"
I wish humans would breed like animals do. You can smell I‘m ovulating? Breed me right away. You wanna bend me over in public because you feel the need to knock me up? Use me in front of everyone.
Serious
Want to be stuffed with tentacles that pump, in and out, pushing past my cervix and fucking countless eggs into my womb, then fertilizing them with lots and lots of hot, intoxicating cum. Want to be high and delirious off it, my brain turned off, only aware of the eggs growing, writhing inside me, my skin pulling taut and then further still as the eggs expand over… hours? Days? Who knows. Want to feel my tits grow heavy and painful, feel my nipples become swollen and puffy. And then eventually, after what feels like an eternity of eggs and heat and neediness pooling within, I want to feel the rush of pain and pressure, and the intense, almost orgasmic release that comes when my water breaks, more liquid than has ever poured out of me before. I want to feel every inch of every egg as my body pushes them down, towards their entrances into the world. Want to feel the pressure mounting between my hips, then pressing into my cervix, opening and opening and coming down until it’s bulging out of me behind the lips of my cunt. Want to feel my legs shake as my lips finally start to part, burning as I realize just how much my tight hole is going to have to stretch. But the pain is pleasure, my moans with each contraction laced with eroticism, fueled by the eggs themselves, their membranes seeped in whatever sedative the creature’s sperm contained. Want to feel my legs spreading on their own as the massive egg widens my hole, my toes curling, my tits starting to leak simply from the force of each of my desperate pushes. Want to feel the pressure grinding against my clit from the inside, only intensifying as the egg approaches a crown. Gasping, breathing shakily as the widest part of the egg begins to breach my opening. Taking a moment to bask in the pleasure of the burn and the stretch. And then when the next contraction begins, pushing with all my might. Want to feel the first egg finally wrest free of me with a loud pop! And a long moan of pleasure on my lips, the release causing an orgasm to ripple through my entire body. Over and over and over again until the end, exhausted and with only a few eggs left to birth. Want to be sucked of effort to give, the sedation wearing off as there’s less and less of the eggs and their membranes to intoxicate me. Feeling the burn worsen each time a pulsing egg shoots out of my raw cunt. Until I don’t have anything left, so my body has to take over, pushing in short bursts as I fade in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep while my cunt stretches around the rim of an egg, where the widest part sits just inside me. Waking with a scream as a more intense contraction begins, my body pushing involuntarily, eyes opening as the final egg shoots out of me. Want to be panting, finally empty, drunk on my body’s hormones, when I feel the familiar touch of a tentacle, working its way back into my ruined cunt. Want to feel it push past my cervix again, still not yet closed after the days-long birth. Want to feel eggs, smaller this time (for now), but more numerous, deposited back into my newly-emptied womb, and want to feel myself fading into sleep again as the tentacle pulls out of me with a wet squelch, satisfied with having bred me again.
Cursed vibrator that edges you for hours, unable to climax so you just keep getting hornier as you use it.
You finally cum and life goes back to normal, but you feel a pull to use the toy again. At first you resist the urge, afraid of what happened last time happening again.
But it just felt so good. Eventually the need to pleasure yourself again becomes too strong and you give in.
This time it edges you for even longer.
It's the same story every time. You edge, you finally cum, you regain some self control, but only for a while. The toy edges you for longer and longer every time you use it, and the breaks where you resist its influence get shorter and shorter.
Eventually there won't be a break. You'll just be a mindless edging mess, unable to stop, unable to resist. The toy controls you now.
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