Genderfluid Culture Is Wanting To Be A Shapeshifter

Love waking up with my clit throbbing from really good dreams I had. Now I’m just missing someone waking up to me touching myself next to them and helping themselves to touching too

i need to fuck him so bad i wanna make him cum a morbillion times and then put him in a warm bath n wash his hair for him n dry him off n wrap him in fluffy towels n feed him chocolate n yummy snacks n give him a nice massage then cuddle with him in a big mountain of pillows n watch stupid shitty reality tv while i run my fingers through his hair until he falls asleep with his head on my chest n a lil smile on his face

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

I wanna be a fidget toy for a dom, maybe they’re watching a movie and they get a little bored, so they push me over their lap and just start playing with my puppy parts, still staring at the tv, not caring about my pleasure at all, they just need their hands to be busy :3

There’s no better feeling than bouncing on it puppy style

Like yeah let me whimper and make little pathetic noises while I rock my hips up and down on your dick, I’m surprised you’re letting a little puppy like me get away with using you like my own personal toy hehe

Bf stuff part 5.

I'm gonna jump him. This cheeky mf thinks he can start flirting more since I turned eighteen? All of a sudden. Out of nowhere...

Here I am trying to remain as a stable human being playing a game with him and this smug fuck texts me, while in call. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice. Four. Four times.

The first time was a surprise. "I'm going to make you moan my name." Which damn. Okay he's teasing me since I groaned in annoyance from losing so I focus on the game again. Then the next one comes in. "Just let me know if you ever need a hand 😏" to which I responded with "Only a hand 🥺".

Then he proceeded to flirt with me on call throughout this card game and I'm starting to sweat from more than just the intensity of it. When all of a sudden I get another ping. "Like you'd bounce off me".

Y'all when I say sweating, I mean sweating. Then finally he eases up a bit towards the end and I get this "I need to nead (knead, he can't spell lol) you like bread". I swear, one of these times I'm gonna respond without a filter and he'll buffer. I both dread and look forward to it cause I have very little confidence about these things but a lewd brain.😭

royalty kink but i don't have the attitude or stuck up arguments of a prince. i just want to be dressed up in pretty ruffles/lace and pampered until im slammed into the sheets by a much bigger knight without having to think

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.