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drunken devil gal

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Pet play in like, a kinky way, but also in an "this is the most comfortable way i can explore therianism way"

Does anyone else get this?

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hot sweaty dog on dog sex to heal me

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Bite me? Pin me down? Bite harder? Growl? Shake a little? Put your whole weight on me? Growl more when I try to adjust? Leave marks? Leave bruises? Leave hickeys? Draw blood? Make me yours? Make me yours? Make me yours? Make me yours?

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Saw a post yesterday demanding more text posts talking about fucking trans women, trans women on the receiving end of smut and kink and sex, and not just having them be Mommy. Here u go

Do you know how hot it is to use a magic wand on trans girls who have a hard time getting hard? They think it's gonna be a hassle, that it'll take forever and that their body is going to be difficult-- nope. Not with this thing.

Step one: hold her in one hand, and squeeze the middle of her cock, making a tiny cock ring with your fingers to trap all the blood at the tip. That's all you really need, just enough space to press against the vibrator.

Step two: take the vibe and press it against all sides of her, see where it's most sensitive and keep circling slowly. If you don't care for kink and you don't do edging, they'll be ready to come in under a minute if you find the right spot-- yes this includes people on antidepressants and beta blockers and meds that make it way harder to cum. I promise.

Step three: fuck with her (if you're both into it). Turn the wand off at random. Make her announce every time she's close. Put it on the less sensitive spots and make her beg for the right spot. Make her hold herself so you have a free hand to put your fingers in her mouth. Edge her for an hour. See what sounds she makes when she's forgotten about voice dysphoria because the sex is too good. See if you can make her cum twice. Put the vibe on her perineum in between edging her and make her p spot light up until she feels like she's gonna cum from that.

Bonus points for all of this in restraints so she's at your mercy and can't do a damn thing unless you say so 💕

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Affini might not be real but florets sure are. You just have to find a suitably traumatized queer person and give them affection and they will literally beg you to put them on a leash

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i so badly need to take care of trans girls. hi sweetheart can i hold you and sit with you and make you dinner and help you get dressed up if you want i need to give you all of the love and care and safety and rest you so desperately deserve. i am holding you and kissing your head.

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Castles

You've said many things so far, my sweet. And yes, I understand they are Important to you, these…concerns. I understand they feel like castles, Big and Tall and Impossible to overcome, Impossible to ignore. Even the myriad explanations I offered did not so much as scratch their polished marble surface, I expect. These walls were made to last through much more than one single sophont, one single conversation.

All I ask is that you consider my question with the same seriousness I considered yours, understand?

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Tell me, petal: Do you enjoy your suffering?

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Yes, I'm quite serious. Don't you Free Terran types all yearn to work your sweat and blood and tears into the dust, whereupon you are graciously "allowed" to retire at the young age of…what was it again? Seventy-five?

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Eighty.

Little one, let me be blunt. You were not made for those cruel systems. You were not made in this universe to waste away your life in pain, limping along and waiting for The Next Good Day. The ones who loved you did not make you to be forgotten.

You were made for dancing in the starlight, my sweet. You were placed here to be spoiled, to be loved. You were created to sing that wonderful song I can hear buried in your voice, the one that holds curiosity and joy and life itself.

And one day, one day far away from now…you will be Remembered. Your stories, your achievements and triumphs will be kept safe in my core for eternities upon eternities. I will outlast your castles, my dear. I will remember the marble as it returns to the earth. And when it is gone, I will always be here to remember your smile, your dance, your gifts and your love.

Let me take the pain away, darling. Let me care for you, now and forever. It is not a choice you will ever regret, you know. And, if I may confess…I am hopeful you do. I want to see something, you see.

I wish to see how fast you can run without the weight on your soul. Those first few shaky steps as you brace yourself for pain that will never come again. The careful jog, starting to test the new wings on your feet. And finally, finally the full sprint that you put your whole chest into, the kind that leaves you breathless not from exhaustion but from wild laughter, in delight, in hopes realized.

I wish for you to run to me, my love. And I will be waiting with vines outstretched.