You are going to love the fat, if you love me. I had to learn to love myself in order to be able to make art and survive. Survive like keep living. I had to learn how to love the fat, but I keep changing. So I have to keep re-learning how to love myself
Lately I ask my spouse for breast massage, which is sweet and sexy. I lie back on the bed, and my spouse massages my breasts with oil, moving lymph and bringing blood flow, reaching into my armpits, getting to know the textures of my skin and flesh. We hope it keeps my breasts healthy. Seems
“Last time we had sex, when I was masturbating, I imagined my dick as a flame,” I said. I was lying in bed with my spouse, naked, after sex. “Was it sharp?” my spouse asked. “Not really sharp,” I said. “But it was angular and red. It wasn’t dick-shaped.” It was pointed triangle shaped– a
I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers. My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and
This post even closer is about a cover by the band In This Moment. Yes, I have a thing for the classic kink song “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. In This Moment does it kinda roaring / screamy. Could I learn to do that with my voice? “With vocal training, you could probably do anything
“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
I want more trans sex, which is strange because I think of myself as demisexual. My sexual desires arrive after I know someone and love them. Once I feel safe my cunt perks up, and I get very loyal and attached. Sexual desire doesn’t lead. But here I am, sifting into my being the trans
I’ve had a ton of queer sex, including intense gender-y experiences. I remember the first time I ever went down on my spouse’s ass and all I learned doing that: so tender. I felt like a gay man, which isn’t what I expected. But recently I had very trans sex for the first time, and
It hasn’t made sense for me to post here lately–I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’ve been riding out some big changes with sex, sexuality, gender, relationship, and relationship values. I don’t know what it’s ok to talk about where. So I’ve been living it instead of writing. I adore my spouse, who I have