I Want Her To Fuck Me In The Dirtiest, Most Inhumane Way Possible.

someone should let me bounce on their cock and tease them until they get fed up with my bullshit and force me up and down like i’m just a fleshlight grab my hips so hard i get bruises

Shotgunning vodka into a girl's mouth and then striking her in the gut so it burns her throat when she coughs it back up <3

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

"Do it for the vine" except you're doing something to make your mistress proud of you and wrap you in vines

TRANS IS BEAUTIFUL

I fail to see the downside of this

When a dragon decides it wants to cuddle you, that’s that. You really can’t do anything to stop them, hell half the time your struggling won’t even wake the dragon up. Instead it’s best if you just get cozy yourself and let them hold you until they’ve had their fill.

Anyways pulling you all in to cuddle. Yep all of you. A cuddle pile is happening and I will have participants

i bite 4 free who wants me

What a gal gotta do to get monster fucked around here

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to