Hands So Dry They’re Bright Red And Cracking In The Nudes I Just Cant Win

what I need is to get absolutely fucking baked, get my dumb fucking puppy brain fucked out of my skull, cuddles, and a drag brunch w mimosas in the morning. thats the kind of faggot I am. boys in my dms calling me a faggot trying to degrade me or be sexual and Im like um… yeah?? I thought that was a given. I wear a beauty mark because of lady gaga and perform lipsyncs of her songs in the mirror… that shit wont work on me as hard as you try 🩷🩷

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I don't care if Mike is hard and don't call me lemonade

he said… hoping the snaps are what he sees first instead of tumblr…

bad news for me // great news for daddy…. found my knife garter belt … :3

no one will ever be able to do anything shes done again sorry

what Id do …

Missed my bf so I fucked myself in his bed about it😵‍💫🥵

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had 2 lemonades today to make up for yesterday

I wont lie most of you use the wrong “cum” when you post and sext. “come” is a verb and “cum” is a noun. properly, its “make you come” and the word “cum” refers to the substance. hope this helps lmfao

I was a lonely L no rizz ashamed of myself kinda guy until I listened to perverts by ethel cain and I am being 1000% for real. I was like oh a trans person comfortable talking about their body and masturbation as well as how it relates to shame, their body, and pleasure? okay werk. guess Im a slut now

non binary (puppy boy and bunny boy)

being all alone sucks. Im imagining a boy here with me, one who loves to touch me. I like to imagine hands on my waist, running up my thighs. slowly, they inch up my body until hes playing with my nipples and kissing my neck from behind. nothing turns me on quite like rough hands and stubble on my neck.

and maybe, as we lie here, one hand will hold onto my tit while the other finds its way down my body. keeping our clothes on would only add to it; his hands beneath the waistband of my briefs and the feeling of a clothed, constrained cock against my back and my ass. reaching behind while he thinks im in a trance as he fingers me to touch his cock. fingers in my mouth. hand stroking my thigh, near my pussy where Im sensitive. goosebumps.

the feeling of his mouth, sucking on my tits while he works his hands on me. our legs intertwined. maybe, as we touched, he would sink between my legs and eat me out like he was starving. I can only imagine what this feels like; I haven’t experienced it before. all I can imagine is bliss. My fingers in his hair, playing with it but not pulling as to deprive him of that satisfaction.

Id like him to go gently, to stretch me out with his fingers because we both know I cant take his cock just yet. to worship me, to treat my pussy like an altar. and I want to watch him watch me. to look at me in my eyes while he tongue fucks me like he’s going to die. Id revel in his adhesion to watching me, because I want to watch him too. and when he finally fucks me, I want to feel the euphoria in every fiber of my being. the feeling of a first fuck, and knowing he was the only one who could give to to me, the way and I wanted and deserved. I could only imagine him above me, one hand around my throat and the other holding on for stability. Id suck his fingers, the same way I did his cock. we both know how we want it to end, with his semen dripping down my thighs—but we know we cant. I can imagine him forcing me to my knees and cumming on my face.

and the afterglow, Id like to witness it for once. a pretty boy whose skin is illuminated by the setting sun and what I imagine to be an indescribable joy. hands back on my waist, kisses to the lips, face, and neck. gentle. Id like him to be gentle; I dont like pain. a movie together and take out. thats all I want.