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The deal with my blog is simple: if you’re a respectful, consenting adult, you’re welcome to indulge in my delightfully depraved literary works—whether you’re a casual enjoyer of sapphic smut, a full-fledged disaster lesbian, or just here for the sheer degeneracy of it all.

But fair warning: with great pleasure comes great responsibility. Specifically, the responsibility of enduring my endless trans memes, my sapphic thirst posts, and my deeply personal, wildly indulgent trans literature. You want filth? You’ll have to wade through my lovingly crafted odes to gender euphoria, my sapphic yearning monologues, and the occasional wholesome reminder that being trans is, actually, the most deliciously sinful kind of rebellion.

So stay, enjoy, revel in the filth—but don’t act surprised when you find yourself deeply invested in my sapphic self-discovery arcs and questioning why you suddenly feel the urge to call a pretty trans girl ma’am.

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Gawd, I'm almost ashamed of how wet ridiculous p0rny terminology makes me when I see it in text, just the words alone: Wobblemeat, clapcake, bubble booty, gock socket. Seriously makes me ridiculously wet.

Like, yes, mommy, plz, I would love to twerk my fat bubble booty for your enjoyment. Would you also like to watch me jump rope so my fat udders and little dicklette can bounce around?

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It's Womb Tattoo Wednesday again!

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I'm a disabled trans woman and the state cut off my EBT and I'm out of money. You can send me money on CA ($TheFireHawk96) or on Venmo (@FireHawk96). I've barely eaten the last few days and don't have enough money to get food. Please.

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Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

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girl who's so used to openly jacking off at home that she casually fistfucks her thick cock in front of her friends (no one wants to stop her either)

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I hope I'm not just a stunningly sexy tranny goddess to you all, but also the girl who puts weird fetishes on your dash to either awaken something within you or inoculate you against the disgust right-wingers prey upon

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The only correct way to talk to transbians:

Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.

Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?

Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.

Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.

Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.

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Your Majesty, while it's certainly is your right to amuse yourself as you would, perhaps might I beg you to consider the instability that might arise with you ravaging every princess, petitioner, and serving girl within reach? That sheer amount of bastards you're producing is…

I'm sure someone more suitable could be found, perhaps amongst the noblewomen about the court? Although, they do have a tendency to be so dissolute towards you. Maybe one of the neighboring queens then? Though they're much too pernicious, certainly not to be trusted with one so breathtaking as you. I'm sure there has to be a good candidate somewhere though! Maybe even one of your court advisors even? I- I'm sure they care for you very much!

My empire is going to collapse into a turbo civil war between my numerous children the second I am dead and I wouldn't have it any other way

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Thinking about being a butch handywoman and getting a call from a bored and lonely housewife to fix her sink...

She lingers in the kitchen and watches me work, me in a tank top and jeans and her in a silk gown. When I'm done I tell her that she doesn't owe me anything, it was such a quick job it was really no trouble, but she insists on paying me back for my generosity and giving me a little extra. If course I can't refuse her...

She drops to her knees and undoes my belt, fishing out my cock, her eyes growing wide at the size of it. She murmurs about what a girlstud I am while she strokes me and takes me in her mouth. Turns out this lonely milf is a champion cocksucker, she sucks on the head and works her lips down my shaft, then finally throats my cock while her gown slips from her shoulders, revealing her full, plump tits.

I run my fingers through her hair and tell her how beautiful she is, she blushes at the attention. Pretty soon she's bent over the sink, moaning as I give her the best dick she's had in years, filling her up like nothing else can.

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Halloween and Valentine's day are girlfriends btw. and they are kissing

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future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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Girls who call themselves butch bait are so attractive if you do this I will think about you all day

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you ever want to be a knight kneeling before the queen of the kingdom, asking what act must you do to satisfy them, what beast must be slain. and they walk towards you, lift your helmet off your head, take the sword from your hands and pull you into an embrace as they whisper that someone as precious as you should never have to kill and that its a travesty you ever did. she then takes you back to her quarters and slowly removes your armor before pulling you into another embrace, soft but firm and for the first time you feel cherished and loved as their hands stroke across your back. she then pulls you into her bed and you cry as she holds you tightly before falling asleep in her arms. silently realizing that the rest of your life is going to be spent being cherished by the ruler of the kingdom, never scared of whether you may die on the battlefield again. then when she wakes up, she pulls you out of bed so that you can try on her dresses. you dont understand why she'd ask that of you, since your title is sir after all, but you comply and feel an oddly comfortable feeling as she pulls a corset around your waist and slides a dress that costs more than you've ever owned in your life over you and makes you look in the mirror. as you stare for minutes on end picking apart your reflection, she mumbles something about the court mage helping you become your true self before pulling you back into the bed. you trip over the frilly dress as she buries your face in her lap and pets your hair while calling you her fine lady and planting a kiss on the top of your head before giggling and pulling you into a hug.

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Me trying to do my taxes and she comes up, pulls out her gock and just starts using my mouth.

Her thrusting and me gagging as she makes sure it's a nice, noisy and sloppy affair.

I slurp at her and try desperately to avoid drooling on my W2 paperwork, failing as I slobber on her delicious rod.

Her looking down and laughing at me as my papers are now splattered in spit and precum, telling me it's alright, that I needed to include those fluids, its necessary information.

"It is called a blow JOB, you know, babygirl."

Frankly this is clever but inaccurate because I dont give her blowjobs as much as she fucks my face.

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i am DONE with the weak femme rhetoric. i am writing about femmes who are unhinged and preying on butches twice their size as a formidable opponent. cannibal femme. a biting mean evil woman with a soft spot for her dog of a butch.