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[secretrosebush]

pspspssppsps men who will needily hump me and get all leaky and shy when I make them ask for what they want

[secretrosebush]

hey can we bring back if the tranny does not feel loved she will leave? i thought it was rly neat that we all rallied around that

[secretrosebush]

"There's no reason to suck on the strap" oh so you hate joy and whimsy and love?

[secretrosebush]

Wine Sweeter Than Kisses

"Oh my god," Jezzie cackled, watching a flushed and sweaty Abigail deal with the stultifying heat of the apartment by simply stripping off her shirt and flinging it heedlessly across the room. "Oh my god, Louie, what is in this wine?" She took another sip despite herself, savoring the sweet and fruity notes on her palate as it went down--her head was already swimming, and a little voice inside her head warned her to stop before she got drunk enough to do something she was going to regret in the morning. But the more she drank the quieter it got, and there was a certain wicked satisfaction Jezzie got from finally drowning it out completely.

Louise made her way through the party over to the tiny cluster of people on the couch just as Abigail began playfully strumming the collar of Jezebel's shirt like a guitar string. "It's not actually wine," the hostess said playfully, giving Jezzie a smile that was just a little too wide and a little too cheerful while she watched Jezzie guzzle down the contents of her goblet until tiny rivulets of reddish-purple liquid trickled out around the corners of her mouth. "It's actually grape juice, but the music I'm playing has subliminal messages in it telling you to feel more and more drunk and uninhibited with every sip. Would you like a refill, dear?"

Jezzie stared at her in blank, uncomprehending confusion, her hand falling to her side as she crossed and uncrossed her eyes in an effort to try to make sense out of what Louise was saying. It sounded like some kind of weird joke, a stab at absurdist comedy Jezzie was too drunk to find funny, and she could feel her empty goblet slip from her loose and uncoordinated grip while her mind tried to focus through the fog and connect to something real. She could hear the music, she'd been listening to it all night and it sounded great, but… but subliminal messages? Wasn't that all just nonsense? It had to be. Louise had to be kidding. Jezzie broke into vacant, bubbly giggles, laughing out a "yes, please" and reaching down to pick up her dropped wineglass before the sudden movement made her too dizzy and she had to stop and let the hostess take care of it.

By the time Louise returned, Abigail had hooked Jezzie's collar under her tits and she was pursing her lips around one broad, puffy pink nipple. Jezzie watched the blonde woman suck with a stare of glassy confusion, jaw slack and vacant as she wondered with dissociated bewilderment whether she should be stopping her, but the arrival of another refill distracted the question clean out of her head and she took another deep, guzzling gulp. "What, uhh, what's in this wine?" she asked, her mushy brain recognizing a sense of deja vu but otherwise entirely unaware she'd asked the question only a few minutes ago. Jezzie knew she wasn't handling her booze especially well. But it tasted too good to stop.

"It's just grape juice," Louise replied, reaching out to grope Jezzie's other tit. "You're being drugged into weak, susceptible compliance by the power of suggestion, and you can't fight it because your subconscious is already telling you that you're too drunk to resist me. Doesn't that sound nice, babe?" Jezzie stared at her again, eyes crossed, struggling once again to process the enormity of her friend's betrayal. But then Louise cupped Jezzie's chin and guided it into a nod, and Jezzie's brain was too mushy and malleable not to go along. She reached down and undid her fly, leaving her jeans hanging enticingly open, then took another drink of the sweetest and most intoxicating wine she'd ever known.

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[secretrosebush]

ppl really need to learn about the concept of de-gendering, purposefully calling someone who uses gendered pronouns "they/them" is de-gendering, saying you cant be both mlm and wlw but have to be nblm and nblw is de-gendering, saying you can't be a lesbian if you're a bigender boy+girl because you're part boy so you have to call yourself "trixic" or some other gender-neutral label is de-gendering, treating nonbinary people who are binary genders as if they arent their genders but are some third identity is de-gendering, saying bigender and genderfluid people arent actually their genders but are just "bigender" and "genderfluid" or just "aligned with masculinity and/or femininity" is de-gendering

[secretrosebush]

reblog for reach!

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[secretrosebush]

t-cockwarming is talked about a lot on here, but if any of you sluts haven't actually had the chance yet let me paint you a picture of what it feels like:

imagine your loving dom playing with your hair while you kiss before flattening their palms and pushing you downwards, giving you just a moment to plant some kisses on their cock before shoving your face further in and telling you firmly to stay in place.

imagine feeling their cock grow harder against your tongue, and every bone in you is begging you to just play with it and worship it, but when you move even a little you get a hair pull and a harsh warning to keep still again. your saliva and their wetness combine into this thick and sticky slickness that makes your face so messy. you can feel their cock twitching in your mouth when you accidentally move and give them friction, and you are alight with the need to give them more to feel, but your attempts are thwarted before they even start.

imagine their hands petting your hair and encouraging you, telling you how warm your mouth is around their cock, how good you're being for staying so still. looking up at them, and knowing they can see the hearts in your eyes. everytime you pull away to catch your breath fully, you get to feel them shove your face back down onto their cock, and you have to suppress the urge to run your tongue along their head, suppress the need to push your tongue into their hole and make them moan, your purpose now is to be still, and be good.

imagine finally getting permission to get them off, and how lovely they'll look coming undone above you after you waited so long to make them feel good. imagine how fuzzy your head would feel after all that praise and attention.

now go tell your dom you want to cockwarm them.

[secretrosebush]

you're so fucking pathetic, aren't you? your puppy parts getting all needy just from my words. that's why you opened tumblr isn't it? you're just a bitch in heat for me, a prettyboy made for my cock.

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[secretrosebush]

wanna go to the bathroom at a punk show and have him follow me in and push me against the wall and make out with me with a mouth tasting of stale beer while he speaks filth into my ear calling me a slutty little fag while he shoves his fingers inside my already dripping hole and i rock my aching cock against his hand and moan so loud i can hear myself over the blaring music and crowd in the next room and then he makes me drop to my knees and pull down his pants and straddle his boot while he grinds it into my cock and i suck him off and he makes me cum on the bathroom floor all over his boot laughing at what a dirty and desperate pup i am while he cums in my mouth and i lap up every drop and and and-

[secretrosebush]

Touch me

fucking trans women - Mira Bellwether

[secretrosebush]

"Do you feel that baby doll? I'm pumping all my love inside you!"

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[secretrosebush]

love when a girl wants you so badly that they're grinding against the air after you take your hand away, squirming and whining when you touch their clit again and slip a fingertip or two barely in, vocal and needy and seconds away from just gripping your wrist and fucking themselves against your palm. love when a girl whispers a small "please" with the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes possible when you just graze her clit, when she lets out a soft sigh at more contact, more pressure. love when a girls hips jolt and breathing quickens, when they bite their lip and let out a low hum or moan. love when a girl gets all worked up and quiets down because she's so focused on her orgasm, breathing heavily and shaky, head lulling to the side and eyes screwing shut. love when a girl lets out a little yelp or "shit" as their legs shake and hips stutter, their whole body feeling like tv static and electricity

[secretrosebush]

hey can i be ur needy pathetic lap dog

[secretrosebush]

hey ✌🏾♡⁠