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I think it's really cool and awesome when women are gross perverts

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I’M TIREDDD OF MASTURBATINGG I WANNA HAVE SEX 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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one of the cutest things about being in transfemme sepremacy kink spaces online is that anytime i make a post thats like "if your trans femme please sending me nudes unprompted im being so for real" like 3 different trans girls or trans femmes will dm me and be like "hey sorry i dont wanna be rude, do you actually want t girl nudes? sorry to both you" and be super polite and apologetic about wanting to sext with me. or ill get a dm that's like "I'm nonbinary and have a cock is that still okay" each and everyone of you deserve the world

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That's wild because I've never had those experiences on there😭 My character is visibly black and fabulous, too. I'd say be mindful when you play, and dont be afraid to void or server hop.

Guys I am begging you on my hands and knees do NOT play Neon district or zaibatsu on roblox. The community there is literally hot garbage and you will regret it and be called slurs and harassed do not, do not I repeat DO NOT play those games unless you’re in a private server or you’re with friends on there, ok?

I really don’t want more people falling pray to the predatory nature of these games

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me: i need to sleep

me: *masturbates*

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i will never get over the way time and the environment behaved so differently when i was a kid. a saturday afternoon felt so vast and long. i could get absorbed into the colours and atmosphere of a tv show. even the food was better. even the air

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nha fala’ | dir. flora gomes (2002)

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Hi, um, so, yeah.

i looove tip play so fucking much. like mmm okay yeah listen. i can always tell if someone i meet is thinking about me giving them head because one of the very first compliments they’ll give me upon meeting me or in the following meetup or even just texting is about how pretty my lips are. and to be fair, yeah, they’re so fucking nice. soft and full, very flower petal shaped, dotted with a few freckles which are oh so light there that you can’t quite see em unless you’re staring at me much too intimately. and all this to say my mouth is absolutely made for giving head, and i revel in the fact that someone is thinking about my soft sweet lips around their cock. i know i have a pretty smile, i know how my lips look when i lick them, i know how they fit between my teeth when i bite them, i know when i take a sip of my drink and pull away from it with a tiny bead of liquid slipping down my lower lip and chin that you’re wondering on how messy im likely to get about going down on you, if i would at all. and yes i would, god yes i really would. i love being on my knees with my fingertips on your shaft, slapping the tip against my lips, messily rubbing it across and along my lips, letting you feel every groove and swell. and fuck i know it feels good for you, yes i can tell from how hard you are, hot throbbing need in my hands and breathlessness which gathers in your tensed lower abdominals— this attempt to keep it together and not cum against my pretty lips before i’ve even taken you in my mouth yet. oh if this feels good just fucking wait. and yes i watch how im affecting you but groan that i have such gorgeous eyes i cant be responsible for the way they roll back and my lashes flutter closed and i am less a girl and more now just this. soft lips over firm tip, parting around it and giving you the first feeling of my warmth past that threshold.

warm warm warm so warm, and wet. i love taking my time, making you savor it, contentedly moaning around that tip between my lips, my fingers creeping up your legs to hold your hands so you won’t try to move things along too quickly. the muscles in your thighs are taut with effort and god you feel so fucking good in my mouth. i like having something there you know. it feels much too natural an act to remain empty for long, and the behavior all too skillful to not be used often. it feels fucking incredible for me when i first bring the gentle tip of my tongue to your head, tasting you more, salted precum spreading over a few handfuls of lucky tastebuds. it is hard for me to not become greedy when i taste you like this, when i know how good it feels for you. i have only just enough patience to do this for you, you know. if it were for us both i’d already have you pushing past the slight barriers in the back of my throat. but i am— patient.

so when you begin rocking your hips just a tiny bit in order to feel more of the sensations i am diligently facilitating, i hum a small vibration of disapproval around you, tap your hip with one of the fingers which is not fully entwined with yours, and raise my brows. what you’re doing is truly a good way to rile yourself up too soon. don’t move, endure this for me. you let go of my hands and bring yours behind your head, allowing me to dig my nails slightly into your thighs or your hips, those clenching lower abs. yes yes you feel so fucking good under my hands and my lips and my tongue. it is a feeling that persists when i begin swirling my tongue round your tip and bobbing just enough to give you a hint of rhythm. when i can tell you like it too much i simply pull back and let your swollen head be pushed from the made-tight entrance of my lips— oh god that noise you make— and i drool on it a bit before again rubbing it all over my lips, taking you in my mouth again. all this and i never take your length inside. but it is the best kind of torturous ordeal isn’t it. to be unsure if you want this all day everyday forever, or if you can’t fucking stand it any longer and you are overcome with images in your mind of your fingers suddenly in my hair holding me in place as you thrust hard into the waiting heat of my mouth, forcing yourself to fit deeper. you can’t decide, but that’s why you aren’t in control isn’t it. you can hardly think like this, so don’t think at all. just let me suck on you and lick you and toy with you for a while longer, until i lose my patience and need more of you. but oh i love tip play, so maybe i’ll make you cum just like this instead

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I am so sorry to say, that as a Nigerian woman I can and never will date a Nigerian man😭 I have never met a SINGLE one that wasn't a fuck up or a lover. My age or otherwise.

everyday that my father exists, im reminded of how useless nigerian men are. like why are they such big babies who believe the world must be catered to them?? ugh

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I graduate in 6 hours.

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I only threw this party for you.

(You made me a better actor).

I only threw this party for you, for you.

(You made me enjoy theater more than I thought I could).

I'm about to party on you.

(I will never be a fool again).

Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah.

(I will turn my hate and anger into love and patience, and I will be a better actor than you ever thought I would be).

Party on you. 2x

Party on you. 2x

Party on you. 2x

(Today, I am setting myself free by leaving the place where we first met).

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propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

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no connection without willingness to be seen. no connection without curiosity and understanding, without compassion and forgiveness. no connection without tolerance and inconvenience. no connection without the courage to divulge feelings, thoughts and needs. no connection without putting the health of the bond before pride or the comfort of hiding. no connection without embarassing yourself a little. without hard conversations, or the space and will to learn and grow. without accepting and loving imperfection

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On Wednesday I graduate high-school.

I'm ending friendships that I never thought would end, and acting in ways that I previously thought impossible. I'm worried for the future. Even though I have full confidence, it'll work out. Either way, it's all heaven.

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

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Contemplating deleting half of the nasty things I post because my bestie is here now😞🙏🏿

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Omg it's my gorgeous, talented, and cool bestie !!!

just joined.

joining tumblr for the first time in 2025...haha might be a whole decade late

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it’s okay to have unethical sexual fantasies about me in fact i encourage it!💗