♡ I love it when she fucks me in my fishnets ♡

thinking about how she’s 6’2 and i’m 5’7….. like haha yeah you wanna push me around since i’m so small compared to you?? maybe push me against a wall or on the floor to remind me you’re stronger than me?? gently tilt my chin up so i have to make eye contact with you??

Do you know what its like to be trans?

[Comic description: A comic about being trans. Long descriptions follow.

1. A light-skinned trans woman with shoulder-length brown hair stands at her bathroom sink wearing a T-shirt with a fish on it, draped so that her left shoulder hangs out. The text reads, ‘Let me teach you, what its like to be trans.’ 2. A blister pack of unlabelled pills sits next to this are two prescription bottles, one of Estrodial and one of Spironolactone, the latter of which is on its side with pills spilling out. The text reads, ‘What it’s like to spend years of waiting / For the right people to tick the box to tick the box to say your sick enough to get treatment. / Treatment to be you.’ 3. The woman brushes her teeth while looking at a tablet propped up by the sink. The text reads, ‘Do you know what its like to be a prop for political power? / To know they Dont actually care?’ The word ‘actually’ is underlined. 4. The woman sticks her tongue out in concentration as she works on the clasps of a bra behind her back. The text reads, ‘Do you know what it’s like? Do wait years for your body to change?’ 5. The woman starts shaving her cheeks and chin, which are covered in cream. The text reads, ‘What its like to work (emphasis) so (end emphasis) hard to overcome every toxic gender norm?’ 6. The woman touches her own shoulders with an unhappy expression. The text reads, ‘To take stock at the damage puberty has done?’ 7. A bottle of nail polish lies on its side dripping onto the counter. Polish has been splashed against the wall. The woman’s hands are visible in the sink, with just her right thumbnail painted. The text reads, ‘Do you know what its like? / To paint your nails only to see how disgusting your hands make you feel?’ 8. The woman bends over the sink, with her eyes shut and tears streaming down her face. The text says, ‘What its like, To do your makeup wrong / and see every feature you hate (emphasis) highlighted (end emphasis)?’

9. Fully dressed with a bag on her shoulder, the woman stands in her doorway with the door open and light streaming in. The text reads, ‘Do you Know what Its like to go outside? / When all it takes is one person to think that you are large enough danger to childrens lives to end yours.’ 10. The door is closed. A single point of light streams in from the peep hole and hits the woman’s head. She has one hand on the door and is looking down at the doorknob with a sad expression. Her bag lies on the ground beside her. The text says, ‘It paralyzes you.’

11. Back to the scene in the bathroom, similar to the first panel but mirrored and with a large black X scratched over the woman’s face. The text reads, ‘Do you Know what its like? / To not be seen as a person? / Because that’s what you taught me.’ \End descriptions]

Queer exmos

A good video that accurately explains why stud is a term used for black lesbians only, not white, not poc, BLACK

I’m not even going to say please. Respect black identities and labels, they are ours for a reason.

🔥I’ve been craving car sex lately. We’ve been out all night, building tension. You’ve been squeezing the strap I’m wearing through my jeans, Underneath the table at dinner, in a busy restaurant. You’ve been pressing your palm against it, knowing that it rubs against my clit. You want to tease me tonight, make ME want you. 

I could feel your sneaky hands reaching for my zipper to pull it down and slip it out so you could stroke it. I play coy, I take your hand and set it back on your thigh, I glance over to look at you, your lips in a small, noticeable pout. I lean over and whisper 

“You’re lucky I can’t bend you over this table and fuck you stupid in front of everyone”  

You smirk, gloat in your “haha” moment. 

My hand reaches over to squeeze your thigh as we talk. I know your mind is wandering, because mine is to. You take quick peaks at my hand, your eyes float back up to continue your sentence. You’re thinking about how my hand has been slowly creeping closer, moving as a silent threat. Knowing I could slip my fingers between your wet folds and have you frozen to this seat, quietly suffering knowing how badly you want them inside of you. 

But I retreat my hand, I grin and gloat in my own victory. 

I love this cat and mouse game we do together, tango in our dirty acts. 

After dinner we make our way to the bathroom. I grab you by the throat, leading you back into the stall until your back is pressed up against it, I shut the door and latch it. You let out a little gasp, you don’t protest, you don’t even grab my wrist to stop me, you almost lean into it, you almost let your knees drop. 

You look at me, like a doe caught in the headlights. But you love it there. You think I’m about to fuck you, but I don’t. You bite your lip, your finger tips glide up my thigh slowly, inching closer to my bulge once again. 

“Obsessed with it tonight are we?” 

“Well mommy, how can you flaunt something like that and expect me not to want it?” You grip it in your hand, pointing out the girth. 

“Don’t you want to put it inside of me?” I watch you, lashes batting slowly, giving me eyes meant to seduce. Running your hand up and down the length through the fabric you wish wasn’t there.  

“It’s big isn’t it?” I come in close, my knee spreads your legs apart and I press my strap against your inner thigh. 

“Can you feel that?” My hand tightening around your throat. Your mouth drops open. 

“Y..yes..please give it to me” I smirk and drop my hand. I’m not giving in just yet. 

“Come on, let’s go babygirl” we leave, make our way to the car. Hands Interlocked. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to rip your clothes apart, sink my teeth and paws on you  like a hungry wolf desperate for the defenseless little lamb. 

And I’ll be honest baby, you look fucking delicious tonight. 

We get to the car, slip into the back seat discreetly. You straddle my lap, pressing your lips to mine, your tongue moving into my mouth, dancing with my own. I pull back, gently sucking your bottom lip before I release it. 

We’re both breathing into each other, ragged, desperate panting like bitches in heat. You’re grinding your pussy against me, my mouth trailing rough kisses up your throat until my jaw opens to bite down. 

You release a throaty moan, I can’t help but want you in the most carnal way right now.

Your hand reaches underneath me to frantically fidget with my zipper. Your hands clumsily undo my belt, my hands gripping at your hips while I watch you, mouth hanging open with desire. 

You pull my cock free and waste no time sinking yourself unto it. We both let out a breathy “uhh..” at the mere anticipation of it. 

You’re thanking me in your head for never allowing you to wear panties, less cloth keeping you from what you want. My hands come down to grip your ass while you rock yourself into me. Every sway of your hips moves the base of my strap against my clit in just the right way. 

I can’t help but moan, I need you so badly. Before I can do it myself, you put your hands on my shoulders and bounce yourself. 

“I’m so wet for you mommy..can you hear it?” Your voice shaking, speaking through each bounce. 

I’m in a pussy trance at this point, hypnotized by the way you fuck me. My ears taking up the gushy, soaked noises your cunt is making. 

We’re moaning viciously, anyone could hear us right now if they passed this car. 

“Oh fuck..god..” you wrap your arms around my neck pulling yourself close to me. My hands guiding your ass up and down while you fuck into me over and over. 

“Im..im going to fucking cum” you whine out. I can feel it building, I’m so damn close. 

I wrap my arms around your waist, we moan out together before we both come undone. You dropped your hips and stayed there, riding out your orgasm wrapped around my cock. I moaned into your neck while you moaned into my shoulder. 

We sat there breathing, completely fucked out of our minds. 🔥

Teaching subs to beg is unbelievably hot. The embarrassment, the stuttering, the way they can barely finish a sentence at first. The way their voice gets all soft and desperate. How it starts with them protesting that they can’t until you push them to the point of desperation, until all they can do is whimper please and your name and whatever you tell them to say. How cute and sweet and pliable they are like that.

put a girl in lingerie and make her watch as you stroke the strap you're going to breed her with, watch as you fill up your syringe with cum - flick it a few times, see how her eyes hone in on the viscous drip, see how bad she wants to be knocked up

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to completely break a needy little sub's mind. Just absolutely destroy them, saliva dripping from their mouth and not a thought behind their eyes beyond desperately wanting more of me inside them. Pulling at their leash, seeing their eyes glaze over and hearing such sweet, sacred noises escape their lips between sharp breaths. Filling them until they can barely take it.

It'd be so nice to see someone lose their humanity on my strap; to see them become a pure, unimpeded vessel of pleasure and impulse. Nothing exists but us, and the strap that links us together.

hot tip: you can fuck the dysphoria out of girls if you hit their prostate enough times

being fucked by the person you love the most while they spit in your mouth and call you slut with a soft tone 🥰🥰🥰

look at me as I slowly tease the tip of my strap into your pussy, and watch me become hungrier and hungrier to fuck you like the good girl you are

it’s kinda homophobic that i’m not watching a femme squirm and writhe underneath me as she is all tied up with a vibrator pressed against her clit right now

No thoughts except a tall girl pinning me to a wall with my hands above my head and going down on me.. telling me that if I move, she'll stop.

T4T scissoring is wild. After manically thrusting in my wife who I haven't been able to top or finger in weeks and feeling her clench around me while digging her nails in my neck, I wanted more but my legs gave out from the position we were in. When I relaxed we fell into a scissoring position and I was still twitching in her. My waist got pulled in close and my legs locked, and it was incredible how easy it was to continue to pump in her with 0 stamina. Even left her enough energy to ride me after. It's going to hit different once I get bottom surgery but this was mmm <3

80s inspired movie poster of my vampire & werewolf OCs🩸🐺

Say Hi if i can take these off in ur dm's 🍆🥵✨..