​

Have you resigned yourself to this fate yet, or are you still telling yourself that you'll somehow talk me into something more equitable that doesn't involve having to tailor your diet and hygiene around my cock so you're always ready for me?

It's not that it doesn't feel good. Unfortunately I've given you the best orgasms of your life while turning your bowels into a slack gape. It's that being anal only is a life of unexpected humiliations. It's a wet bubbling drooling out of you at inopportune times, it's being inflamed and swollen and sore in the most degrading way, it's giving in to the influence of porn.

Approach me by telling me something else you hate about it, and by telling me about the dream girl who could talk you into it anyway. Bonus points if you give me a nice description of your cheeks and holes.

Some Ideas:

- You're in love with a family member and it's the only birth control she trusts to prevent inbred pregnancy.

-Your catch of a girlfriend only ever dated femboys and tgirls before you, and is just not that into pussy.

- A staunch feminist enjoys being put in her place when a women does it, and relishes giving something to a woman that she thinks men don't deserve.

- You originally loved it, actually, but your pussy is drooling like crazy and demands my cock, and you never expected the anal to be so relentless and rough... your ass needs a break, and I'm not giving it one.

- You, the reader, somehow read this far despite hating the title, and decide to message me to tell me everything that's fucked up about me wanting to fuck your ass. I will convince you the error of your ways

Kinks: Anal, Rimming, Bondage, Bimboification, Painal, Affection, Degradation, Painal, Raceplay, Generational Differences, Incest, Adventure, Mirrors, Blackmail, Prolapse, Porn, Body Hair

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Laying at opposite ends of the couch, legs interlaced, eyes on our phones and occasionally trading playful glances around their edge. You can tell by the way I'm swiping and typing that I must be up to some mischief. The tinge of pink in my cheeks and the way I twist my mouth into flirtation and focus while I type only confirms it. I must be to up to someone.

You remark on it, and my smirk breaks into a grin as my golden-hazel eyes look up, soften, and drink in your own excitement and interest with delight.

"Cruising Reddit," I admit. A pasttime of mine. When I'm too lazy or comfy to bother calling up one of the names saved in my phone but still crave the infatuation of a stranger I end up on Reddit, casting lines out across the various perverse subreddits to reel in someone horny to tease and play with.

You press your foot into my lap and feel the heat and hardness of my erection against your toes. The skin is sticky, unwashed except by your mouth for well over 24 hours now — since our mutual friend came over to ride me on the couch while you knelt on the floor and humped your hand. Being this hard must mean my inbox is hot. I'll let you read every line of infidelity later, answering every question while you ride me.

You ask if I've found a good slut, and a turn the phone around with a grin. On my screen is a badly lit closeup of a rosy asshole and the better part of a delicate pussy. The picture is bookended above and below by dense, lurid flirtation and smut — her and I are having quite the conversation.

"Someone from our city GW subreddit. She was gushing over some nudes I posted. I dmed her to goon together, and she ended up asking for more pics of my cock and body. I told her I'd take some just for her if she showed me my favorite hole."

The asshole of course. My favorite form of dominance and birth control. Your own is well worn and well trained thanks to me. It's the hole I always go for unless you have a good excuse — and *really* craving vaginal is not an accepted excuse. I make love with the asses of the uncertain until they're breathless from orgasm and certain to have a new craving and addiction. I rut the very certain who are so experienced at it that they love it even more when it hurts. It's most of the porn I have bookmarked.

I hand the phone to you and pull the blankets aside to reveal my big brown cock jutting up between my thick pale thighs. My balls have a nice sag to them, which tells you that her and I haven't been talking for long. If we had, my sack would be a nice tight coinpurse ready to spank her cunt before unloading into her guts.

I splay my hair and rest back into the couch while you take some good shots for me. I even write the date in sharpie on my thigh so she knows she isn't being cat fished.

You ask if I'm going to fuck her tonight and I shrug. I'm having fun just teasing her. "I'm all hagged out and comfy. Who is going to come pull the sweats down of a doll without her makeup? But you can suck me while I talk to her."

The offer is more of a demand, but will you really settle watching TV and sucking me off instead of watching your stud rutting away at some cute girl? I didn't think so. But you'll have to convince me, or open up an app of your own to find a chaser for me to abuse.

What will it be?

Kinks: Threesomes, Anal, Cuckqueans, Musk, Sweat, Lots of talking, Painal, Watersports, and so much more and worse.

Based on a true story

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Laying at opposite ends of the couch, legs interlaced, eyes on our phones and occasionally trading playful glances around their edge. You can tell by the way I'm swiping and typing that I must be up to some mischief. The tinge of pink in my cheeks and the way I twist my mouth into flirtation and focus while I type only confirms it. I must be to up to someone.

You remark on it, and my smirk breaks into a grin as my golden-hazel eyes look up, soften, and drink in your own excitement and interest with delight.

"Cruising Reddit," I admit. A pasttime of mine. When I'm too lazy or comfy to bother calling up one of the names saved in my phone but still crave the infatuation of a stranger I end up on Reddit, casting lines out across the various perverse subreddits to reel in someone horny to tease and play with.

You press your foot into my lap and feel the heat and hardness of my erection against your toes. The skin is sticky, unwashed except by your mouth for well over 24 hours now — since our mutual friend came over to ride me on the couch while you knelt on the floor and humped your hand. Being this hard must mean my inbox is hot. I'll let you read every line of infidelity later, answering every question while you ride me.

You ask if I've found a good slut, and a turn the phone around with a grin. On my screen is a badly lit closeup of a rosy asshole and the better part of a delicate pussy. The picture is bookended above and below by dense, lurid flirtation and smut — her and I are having quite the conversation.

"Someone from our city GW subreddit. She was gushing over some nudes I posted. I dmed her to goon together, and she ended up asking for more pics of my cock and body. I told her I'd take some just for her if she showed me my favorite hole."

The asshole of course. My favorite form of dominance and birth control. Your own is well worn and well trained thanks to me. It's the hole I always go for unless you have a good excuse — and really craving vaginal is not an accepted excuse. I make love with the asses of the uncertain until they're breathless from orgasm and certain to have a new craving and addiction. I rut the very certain who are so experienced at it that they love it even more when it hurts. It's most of the porn I have bookmarked.

I hand the phone to you and pull the blankets aside to reveal my big brown cock jutting up between my thick pale thighs. My balls have a nice sag to them, which tells you that her and I haven't been talking for long. If we had, my sack would be a nice tight coinpurse ready to spank her cunt before unloading into her guts.

I splay my hair and rest back into the couch while you take some good shots for me I make a hang gesture of her suggestion in one, to demonstrate it's really me.

You ask if I'm going to fuck her tonight and I shrug. I'm having fun just teasing her. "I'm all hagged out and comfy. Who is going to come pull the sweats down of a doll without her makeup? But you can suck me while I talk to her."

The offer is more of a demand, but will you really settle on not pushing your stud to have someone over so you can watch her break their mind with a few hours and a few loads of fucking.

I don't think so. But you'll have to convince me, or open up an app of your own to find a chaser for me to abuse.

What will it be?

Kinks: Threesomes, Anal, Cuckqueans, Musk, Sweat, Lots of talking, Painal, Watersports, and so much more and worse.

Based on a true story

My urinal dyke is a good bitch and deserves a lot of love and use, so something for the girls with cunts and cocks alike.

There's a preamble of gratitude, followed by a description of the gift and guide on how to use it. At the end is a bunch of gay love letters.

Moids remember: You get nothing. This gift is exclusively installed in the women's bathroom of the sub's punk rave bar. Fuck off. Leave the post.

Gratitude:

This sub has been a wonderful niche away from a transphobic world. Simply having TNWO in my bio has revealed just how many curious cuntgirls have needed an outlet for the chaser thoughts they're too polite to air IRL, and how many of them are waiting for an opportunity to throw their man aside for Bulls like me. It tickles the intrigue of the lonely housewives 6 years into a marriage with an average lout of a man, the kind of woman who only wants to spend other time with women and by Goddess she wants some dick. She's heard about T-Girls and harbors a crush, but she is an Ally ✊ and a Feminist foremost, and she's determined not to fetishize us.

I've found them, they've found me. I've given permission to their cravings. I've taught them that there are tops and bottoms, that it's okay to want to give herself to the rare goddess like me who will eagerly use her to her fullest in all the ways she's ashamed to crave and to accept nothing less from future lovers. Women deserve to get fucked right. They deserve to enjoy their fucked up desires in a safe haven.

I've been found by the curious lesbians, the ones who aren't sure if I count as losing their gold star. I don't think so — that would imply a man could give her what I did, and we both know that such a thing simply isn't possible — but I'm happy to play pretend if it makes them squirt.

I've been found by the shy dolls, who worry that this place implies that, despite their wishes, they are expected to top. With fingers in their hair and a hand gripping at their hip I've shown them that they only ever need to bottom, that our superiority is a matter of the immediacy of our rights and the ushering in the era beyond patriarchy rather than a biological essentialism of "have cock, will top".

*Don't worry, doll, I top enough for a dozen of you. Relax. Breath. Deeper. You only have to do what you wish. You decide the woman you are, and I'll eat and shit out anyone who demands you be anything else.*

I've been found by a dozen types, and a dozen without types. I don't even need to evangelize for them to want in on this. It speaks to something deep within

# The gift

So, as a gift, I present u/Writerfriendyay to the sub. She's my urinal, my fire hydrant, the bitch I bathe in the golden kombucha of my bladder.

Actually, I misspoke. She's \***our**\* urinal. Leashed up in the corner of the women's bathroom and drinking whatever we offer her. She loves pussy. She loves gock. Use her right here in the comments or in her DMs. She'll respond to the women who put passion into their approach. Rub your gash on her face while you relieve yourself. Clean your gock down her throat as you pour right into her belly.

I've decorated her corner to be a shrine to our urinal goddess. There's a figure of a female Kappa next to her — white stone marbled with gold to match how her pale skin looks with our urine coursing across it. Like her, it's bottom heavy and seated right on the tile floor. Did you know kappas die if you don't keep them wet? Treat or urinal as equally amphibious and in need of staying wet.

**I've laminated love letters to the walls. Read them while you relieve yourself:**

# Gay Letter 1 - Right above and behind our urinal

Hey there, fire hydrant! I think of you when I piss. Is that romantic? I feel like it is if it's you. I'm so glad I live so close to this bar, but even when I'm draining my bladder into porcelain instead.

I like the way it glistens inside your mouth. I like hearing it gurgle like pop rocks as my stream dies down just at the top of your tonsils.

I've decided to put these love letters all over your stall so you can read them when you're not answering someone's call of nature. I'm laminating them onto the walls. I'll leave you little shrines and beads. You'll be my holy and golden snowbunny. Gold spreads over pale like striations of gold in marble, did you know that?

These porcelain urinals don't slurp me clean like you do :( They don't remark on the taste, or flutter their eyes at me. or make a show of swallowing. They don't cling possessively to my shaft with determination in their eyes, demanding I drain my sack next.

Five stars. Best urinal in the city.

# Gay Letter 2 -- By the sink

Honestly it kind of pisses me off when I show up and you don't smell like me. Don't worry. I'm not mad at you, I just need to find the bitch with a stronger piss perfume than what I give you and... Idk fuck her or blow her or something, and lowkey get her to drink more water so my scent remains on you for longer.

But also sometimes I'm like "Oh shit I know that smell. Like tangerine kombucha. Catherine? I think that was, or Eli?"

I should call her again. Maybe I'll just lean into your mouth for a few minutes while I text her and see what she's up to tonight.

# Gay Letter 3 - Off to the Side

My legs are crossed, sack and cock cradled in my lap above my thighs. When you have a cock, the need to pee is felt right at the tip. I think it's because there's fluid tension trembling behind a membrane down in there somewhere, and it makes a trembling feeling travel to the tip by hydraulics or something. Either way, if I focus on it, it reminds me of the moment right before orgasm, when it feels like an immense pressure in my loins finally pops.

If I focus on it too much, I'll piss myself. I've never done it, but I can tell I would. It's like edging for pissing, either way, and makes the release that much better.

When I just flop it in your mouth and let it sit for a couple minutes before pissing, I'm focusing on that edging.

One of these days I'll figure out how to piss and jizz at the same time. Can you imagine how that would taste?

(Trivia for the reader - the whole time I've when this invitation, she's been describing worship in my DMs of how she would try to get a Golden Orgasm out of me. She can only stop when I'm done writing all this, and I'll write her reward)

# Gay Letter - 4 - Posted by the Statuette of the Kappa

I had to order it from Japan, but I think it's a perfect addition to your little urinal corner of the dyke restroom, where there's a shower drain from when this building used to be a public gym. Your spot is really starting to look like a shrine. I love the graffiti others have started to add too. Really starting to look like a garbage shrine to a piss princess.

Do you know the lore behind the kappa? A river yokai that dies or is banished if she doesn't keep her chalice full of water. Usually it's on her head. She is also known to try and steal people's souls by sticking her arm up their ass. Seeing as how you get pissed in so much you're practically amphibious, I thought a little buttslut frog girl was perfect for you.

Seriously, it's pathetic that you're on here gooning to this. You could have been a doctor, or an engineer, or a wealthy internet celebrity. Instead you're just a useless NEET leech that she doesn't talk about even to her friends.

Your original father must have been pretty pathetic, but maybe some time in my balls will make you worthwhile the next time around.

​

Don't count on it, you're her first cisgirl partner for several relationships, now.

Have you resigned yourself to this fate yet, or are you still telling yourself that you'll somehow talk me into something more equitable that doesn't involve having to tailor your diet and hygiene around my cock to ensure you're always ready for me?

It's not that it doesn't feel good. Unfortunately I've given you the best orgasms of your life while turning your bowels into a slack gape. It's that being anal only is a life of unexpected humiliations. It's a wet bubbling drooling out of you at inopportune times, it's being inflamed and swollen and sore in the most degrading way, it's giving in to the influence of porn.

Approach me by telling me something else you hate about it, and by telling me about the dream girl who could talk you into it anyway. Bonus points if you give me a nice description of your cheeks and holes.

Some Ideas:

- You're in love with a family member and it's the only birth control she trusts to prevent inbred pregnancy.

- Your catch of a girlfriend only ever dated femboys and tgirls before you, and is just not into pussy.

- A staunch feminist enjoys being put in her place when a women does it, and relishes giving something to a woman that she thinks men don't deserve.

- You originally loved it, actually, but your pussy is drooling like crazy and demands my cock, and you never expected the anal to be so relentless and rough... your ass needs a break, and I'm not giving it one.

- You, the reader, somehow read this far despite agreeing with the title, and decide to message me to tell me everything that's fucked up about me wanting to fuck your ass.i will convince you the error of your ways

Kinks: Anal, Rimming, Bondage, Bimboification, Painal, Affection, Degradation, Painal, Raceplay, Generational Differences, Incest, Adventure, Mirrors, Blackmail, Prolapse, Porn

​

A big claim deserves big stories, and I have plenty to back up my title. I'm a mestizo woman, body an artistic patchwork of honey gold and pale cream divided by tan lines. Legs for days, hair like Alanis Morisette, voice a gentle, drawling bastard of the Midwest and Valley Girl accents. My lips form a beautiful Cupid's bow but my smile is more that of a wolf — my eyes even turn gold in the sunlight.

My hobbies include corrupting housewives into chasers, using other Dolls in every way that gives them euphoria, fucking T-boys in the ass, and wooing pretty ethnic girls into letting me paint them in my cum.

My idea of fun is the wilderness, reality TV, horror stories, sci fi romance, board games, painting, wrestling, video essays, clubbing, and video games.

I've had over a thousand role-plays over two decades of play. I know your kinks like the back of my cock. I've fucked in 6 countries. My porn tastes usually involves cuties showing off their assholes and getting pounded in them, or throats dutifully wrapped around shafts that make even mine look modest.

I need someone to entertain me, someone I can drive insane with lust.

I don't send my own pictures -- this is my place to be anonymous, but I have plenty of porn to share.

Let's chat? I want to break your mind.

The TWNO has given me so much in a small amount of time. I have a gift in return, something for the girls with cunts and cocks alike. There's a preamble of gratitude, followed by a description of the gift and guide on how to use it. At the end is a bunch of gay love letters.

Moids remember: You get nothing. This gift is exclusively installed in the women's bathroom of the sub's punk rave bar. Fuck off. Leave the post.

Anyway, just a scant mention in my bio paired with the occasional post here has the cissy chasers of his sub prostrating themselves in my inbox, begging to be my anal-only concubines and personal breeders.

But it reaches further than that, into my interactions with other subs. It tickles the intrigue of the lonely housewives 6 years into a marriage with an average lout of a man, the kind of woman who only wants to spend other time with women and by Goddess she wants some dick. She's heard about T-Girls and harbors a crush, but she is an Ally ✊ and a Feminist foremost, and she's determined not to fetishize us.

I've found them, they've found me. I've given permission to their cravings. I've taught them that there are tops and bottoms, that it's okay to want to give herself to the rare goddess like me who will eagerly use her to her fullest in all the ways she's ashamed to crave and to accept nothing less from future lovers. Women deserve to get fucked right. They deserve to enjoy their fucked up desires in a safe haven.

I've been found by the curious lesbians, the ones who aren't sure if I count as losing their gold star. I don't think so — that would imply a man could give her what I did, and we both know that such a thing simply isn't possible — but I'm happy to play pretend if it makes them squirt.

I've been found by the shy dolls, who worry that this place implies that, despite their wishes, they are expected to top. With fingers in their hair and a hand gripping at their hip I've shown them that they only ever need to bottom, that our superiority is a matter of the immediacy of our rights and the ushering in the era beyond patriarchy rather than a biological essentialism of "have cock, will top".

Don't worry, doll, I top enough for a dozen of you. Relax. Breath. Deeper. You only have to do what you wish. You decide the woman you are, and I'll eat and shit out anyone who demands you be anything else.

I've been found by a dozen types, and a dozen without types. I don't even need to evangelize for them to want in on this. It speaks to something deep within

The gift

So, as a gift, I present u/Writerfriendyay to the sub. She's my urinal, my fire hydrant, the bitch I bathe in the golden kombucha of my bladder.

Actually, I misspoke. She's *our* urinal. Leashed up in the corner of the women's bathroom and drinking whatever we offer her. She loves pussy. She loves gock. Use her right here in the comments or in her DMs. She'll respond to the women who put passion into their approach. Rub your gash on her face while you relieve yourself. Clean your gock down her throat as you pour right into her belly.

I've decorated her corner to be a shrine to our urinal goddess. There's a figure of a female Kappa next to her — white stone marbled with gold to match how her pale skin looks with our urine coursing across it. Like her, it's bottom heavy and seated right on the tile floor. Did you know kappas die if you don't keep them wet? Treat or urinal as equally amphibious and in need of staying wet.

I've laminated love letters to the walls. Read them while you relieve yourself:

Gay Letter 1 - Right above and behind our urinal

Hey there, fire hydrant! I think of you when I piss. Is that romantic? I feel like it is if it's you. I'm so glad I live so close to this bar, but even when I'm draining my bladder into porcelain instead.

I like the way it glistens inside your mouth. I like hearing it gurgle like pop rocks as my stream dies down just at the top of your tonsils.

I've decided to put these love letters all over your stall so you can read them when you're not answering someone's call of nature. I'm laminating them onto the walls. I'll leave you little shrines and beads. You'll be my holy and golden snowbunny. Gold spreads over pale like striations of gold in marble, did you know that?

These porcelain urinals don't slurp me clean like you do :( They don't remark on the taste, or flutter their eyes at me. or make a show of swallowing. They don't cling possessively to my shaft with determination in their eyes, demanding I drain my sack next.

Five stars. Best urinal in the city.

Gay Letter 2 -- By the sink

Honestly it kind of pisses me off when I show up and you don't smell like me. Don't worry. I'm not mad at you, I just need to find the bitch with a stronger piss perfume than what I give you and... Idk fuck her or blow her or something, and lowkey get her to drink more water so my scent remains on you for longer.

But also sometimes I'm like "Oh shit I know that smell. Like tangerine kombucha. Catherine? I think that was, or Eli?"

I should call her again. Maybe I'll just lean into your mouth for a few minutes while I text her and see what she's up to tonight.

Gay Letter 3 - Off to the Side

My legs are crossed, sack and cock cradled in my lap above my thighs. When you have a cock, the need to pee is felt right at the tip. I think it's because there's fluid tension trembling behind a membrane down in there somewhere, and it makes a trembling feeling travel to the tip by hydraulics or something. Either way, if I focus on it, it reminds me of the moment right before orgasm, when it feels like an immense pressure in my loins finally pops.

If I focus on it too much, I'll piss myself. I've never done it, but I can tell I would. It's like edging for pissing, either way, and makes the release that much better.

When I just flop it in your mouth and let it sit for a couple minutes before pissing, I'm focusing on that edging.

One of these days I'll figure out how to piss and jizz at the same time. Can you imagine how that would taste?

(Trivia for the reader - the whole time I've when this invitation, she's been describing worship in my DMs of how she would try to get a Golden Orgasm out of me. She can only stop when I'm done writing all this, and I'll write her reward)

Gay Letter - 4 - Posted by the Statuette of the Kappa

I had to order it from Japan, but I think it's a perfect addition to your little urinal corner of the dyke restroom, where there's a shower drain from when this building used to be a public gym. Your spot is really starting to look like a shrine. I love the graffiti others have started to add too. Really starting to look like a garbage shrine to a piss princess.

Do you know the lore behind the kappa? A river yokai that dies or is banished if she doesn't keep her chalice full of water. Usually it's on her head. She is also known to try and steal people's souls by sticking her arm up their ass. Seeing as how you get pissed in so much you're practically amphibious, I thought a little buttslut frog girl was perfect for you.

​

A knot, a sheath, a stink you smell from the other room. Everyone knows that hyenas are nasty, shameless party girls, bullies looking to get their dicks dirty or to get put in their place by a proper shestud.

Hi! I'm Kass, and I'm in my bitch era! What's that mean? It means I want some hot skank with a heart of gold and hairy pits to see me as the sack huffing cockmop I am.

I'm looking for semi-realistic, gross fun with hotties with hyperspermic loads gone half rancid while backed up in her swollen nuts. I want you to play with your ears, to shove my snout up your ass and tease me for being the pervert I am. I want to cuddle on the couch and floss with your pubes while you tell me about your day and the hookups whose stains I'm sucking off your shaft.

It doesn't take a stud to own me. Gooner neets, shy girlystuds, anthro men and women, and FtFu transitioned girls still figuring out how to use their dicks are all welcome. You don't even need a cock at all, so long as you've got BDE to back it up.

Kinks: Sweat, Musk, Smegma, Bondage, Watersports, Taurs, Anthro, Vore (AV, CV, UB, Full Tour, Endo, Disposal), Dominant Prey Species, Humans, Hairy, Rimming, Anal, Painal, Vulgar Fucktalk, Top Tier Writing, Porn Swaps, Worldbuilding, Interracial, Making Porn, Blackmail, Bad Ends, Good Ends

Limits: Gore, Heavy Scat, Boring Conversationalists, Lack of Grammar or Effort, Passive Doms

*Don't count on it, you're her first cuntgirl partner for several relationships, now.*

Have you resigned yourself to this fate yet, or are you still telling yourself that you'll somehow talk me into something more equitable that doesn't involve having to tailor your diet and hygiene around my cock to ensure you're always ready for me?

It's not that it doesn't feel good. Unfortunately I've given you the best orgasms of your life while turning your bowels into a slack gape. It's that being anal only is a life of unexpected humiliations. It's a wet bubbling drooling out of you at inopportune times, it's being inflamed and swollen and sore in the most degrading way, it's giving in to the influence of porn.

Approach me by telling me something else you hate about it, and by telling me about the dream girl who could talk you into it anyway. Bonus points if you give me a nice description of your cheeks and holes.

Some Ideas:

- You're in love with a family member and it's the only birth control she trusts to prevent inbred pregnancy.

- Your catch of a girlfriend only ever dated femboys and tgirls before you, and is just not into pussy.

- A staunch feminist enjoys being put in her place when a women does it, and relishes giving something to a woman that she thinks men don't deserve.

- You originally loved it, actually, but your pussy is drooling like crazy and demands my cock, and you never expected the anal to be so relentless and rough... your ass needs a break, and I'm not giving it one.

- You, the reader, somehow read this far despite agreeing with the title, and decide to message me to tell me everything that's fucked up about me wanting to fuck your ass.i will convince you the error of your ways

Kinks: Anal, Rimming, Bondage, Bimboification, Painal, Affection, Degradation, Painal, Raceplay, Generational Differences, Incest, Adventure, Mirrors, Blackmail, Prolapse, Porn

​

We're career coworkers at this point. Friends foremost, of course, but we've leapfrogged from workplace to workplace, taking turns finding jobs and bringing the other in. You've known me for almost as long as you've known him. Sometimes you wish you had met me first, just to know how things may have played out differently.

Recently, that fantasy was tested, and you realized it was what you had been missing all along. Not yearning before, because you thought you were fulfilled before, but now that you've known the touch of another woman, and the feeling of being filled to the brim and beyond by the passion of one... how are you to return to men when their whole life is built towards veiling their vulnerability and keeping composure? When you know you can fall into my arms and feel a passion and heat and knack for understanding your body better than you do? Orgasms aren't just guaranteed - they're kept in score, and I remain in competition with myself for the record.

My name is Juliette, and there are some indications of what I really am. It's in my height and bearing, it's in the way my walk swaggers and my legs go a little akimbo when I sit — "To give the girls some room."

I can be ladylike, but I rarely give men the honor or the distinction. With other women I'm an absolute prince, taking them by the hand and guiding them step by step in a tango from first kiss to first creampie.

You've heard the stories. Every one. You've had me retell them, and you've had follow-up questions, and you've loved vicariously through me, thinking about me.

How many orgasms has he given you that secretly belonged to me? How many came only because your eyes were closed and your thoughts lingered between my thighs.

"I'm bigger than most..." but you never took measure until you finally felt it inside of you. The length is toe curling. The girth is mind melting. The heat is comforting. The everyone is exhausting.

I wasn't done with you by the time you tapped out, and even if you come crawling back again and again, you'll always run out before I do. I have my cock, but I also have my hands, and my tongue, and a drawer full of toys nestled under my bed.

I'll give you anything, you just have to give me everything~

kinks: Corruption, Anal, Painal, Sneaking, Nearly Caught, Cheating on Call, Blackmail, Dirty Talk, Risky Sex, Leaving Evidence, Home Wreaking, Romance, Forced Orgasm, Pubes, Scent

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The fattest parts of my dick are stippled with scars from enthusiastic but unskilled attempts. There are simply limits to such things — to the width and ligaments of a jaw, and the elasticity of the esophagus. There's only so much room in your neck for me and your muscle and your spine.

I've made my peace with it, for the most part, never presuming that any girlfriend or hookup will have the capacity, skill, will, and endurance to give me what it would take to leave me speechless and shaking, at the mercy of her lips while she's at the mercy of my grip.

It takes deep strokes, watering eyes, matted pubes, big lungs, and an utter lack of gag reflex. I takes having a g-spot in your throat, or sheer determination.

Actually. I'm not sure what it takes, because I've never really had it. I've had glimpses of it, fleeting moments before jaws locked up or gag reflexes kicked in. But rarely have I experienced the miracle whose live language is expressed with her nose in my bush and my cum pouring down her throat. Giving out anal creampies has been cake in comparison; the ratio must be a hundred to one.

Do you think you have what it takes? I doubt it, but I'll bet your asshole you don't. At least then you'll get to cum.

If you do? I'll probably fall in love on the spot if it was a pleasure instead of a chore. I'll want to keep you.

That's the feeling of the scene, here's some contexts to pick from, but you're welcome to come with your own:

You're the friend of a gentle giantess who is both promiscuous and reserved. She's caring and welcoming and tender in her formal life, but in the informalities of her sex life she is erotic and charming. While vicariously enjoying her sex life though her stories, you learn the pleasure she's had the least of.

We're at a sleazy bar, making out in the bathroom while our friends do ket on the counter. We bump and grind to the tempo of the best, but you realize that it isn't the only thing that's throbbing. Your mouth waters, demanding to be fed, and there's only one meal you want.

After glimpsing a friendly woman's nude body at a hot spring, sauna, or changing room, you can't help but start asking questions about what it's like to have something like that between my thighs.

They're lovely thighs by the way. I'm tall as fuck and mostly legs — juicy and strong and smooth. I have a round, sculptuted butt, a bit of tummy, strong shoulders, and perky tits. I'm the pale kind of mestiza, with brown eyes that turn gold in the sun and long thick wavy curls that are accented with blond and Auburn.

Hope to see some lovely cuties in my inbox! Introduce yourself with a description, and normalize mentioning skin color because I don't assume everyone who messages me is white!

Kinks: Your entire body and every hole. Realism. Scent play. Soft skin. Tastefully gratuitous descriptions, vulgar dirty talk, sloppy, rimming, Watersports, Throatpies, Hyperspermia, Cock Cleaning, Talkative and Inquisitive partners

~ Juliette

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The fattest parts of my dick are stippled with scars from enthusiastic but unskilled attempts. There are simply limits to such things — to the width and ligaments of a jaw, and the elasticity of the esophagus. There's only so much room in your neck for me and your muscle and your spine.

I've made my peace with it, for the most part, never presuming that any girlfriend or hookup will have the capacity, skill, will, and endurance to give me what it would take to leave me speechless and shaking, at the mercy of her lips while she's at the mercy of my grip.

It takes deep strokes, watering eyes, matted pubes, big lungs, and an utter lack of gag reflex. I takes having a g-spot in your throat, or sheer determination.

Actually. I'm not sure what it takes, because I've never really had it. I've had glimpses of it, fleeting moments before jaws locked up or gag reflexes kicked in. But rarely have I experienced the miracle whose live language is expressed with her nose in my bush and my cum pouring down her throat. Giving out anal creampies has been cake in comparison; the ratio must be a hundred to one.

Do you think you have what it takes? I doubt it, but I'll bet your asshole you don't. At least then you'll get to cum.

If you do? I'll probably fall in love on the spot if it was a pleasure instead of a chore. I'll want to keep you.

That's the feeling of the scene, here's some contexts to pick from, but you're welcome to come with your own:

You're the friend of a gentle giantess who is both promiscuous and reserved. She's caring and welcoming and tender in her formal life, but in the informalities of her sex life she is erotic and charming. While vicariously enjoying her sex life though her stories, you learn the pleasure she's had the least of.

We're at a sleazy bar, making out in the bathroom while our friends do ket on the counter. We bump and grind to the tempo of the best, but you realize that it isn't the only thing that's throbbing. Your mouth waters, demanding to be fed, and there's only one meal you want.

After glimpsing a friendly woman's nude body at a hot spring, sauna, or changing room, you can't help but start asking questions about what it's like to have something like that between my thighs.

They're lovely thighs by the way. I'm tall as fuck and mostly legs — juicy and strong and smooth. I have a round, sculptuted butt, a bit of tummy, strong shoulders, and perky tits. I'm the pale kind of Chicana, with brown eyes that turn gold in the sun and long thick wavy curls that are accented with blond and Auburn.

Hope to see some lovely cuties in my inbox! Introduce yourself with a description, and normalize mentioning skin color because I don't assume everyone who messages me is white!

Kinks: Your entire body and every hole. Realism. Scent play. Soft skin. Tastefully gratuitous descriptions, vulgar dirty talk, sloppy, rimming, Watersports, Throatpies, Hyperspermia, Cock Cleaning, Talkative and Inquisitive partners

~ Juliette

All dykes suffer the illusion of choice — betraying themselves by giving their gold star to a man, or "affirming" themselves by giving it to a woman.

The outcome is the same. An addiction to cock that steals you away from the deep intimacy of being with your own kind. Whether you're begging a man to keep you barefoot and pregnant or letting me push you deeper and deeper into having your asshole used like the fellow T-Girls I meet on grindr, you're going to be ruined for cunt either way, addicted to the stink of balls and the slimy emissions of sperm they produce.

It's where you belong. Your body demands it. A night on my lap and you'll never want a cunt again.

Relax. Relax your mind. Relax your throat. Relax your anus. I'm going to use you fully and leave you oozing musky cum from both ends of your digestive tract. I'm going to take your gold star and add it to the constellation of trophies tatted across my hips.

Choose a dickgirl. Choose me. Choose the TWNO. At least then you can save face at Pride and at the dyke bars when you show up next to me, even when all you want is to be pinned down and used like the set of holes you are.

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My friend recommended your service to me, said she'd never been so clean in her life.

"Just shove her down there in the morning and you'll be clean by lunch. If you pay extra, they'll crawl up inside you and become said lunch."

How could I turn down something like that? Like most futa, I'm hyperspermic, which means my balls are always steaming hot and churning up cum so rich it usually spoils before I have a chance to shoot it out. Oils and sweat and leftover jizz collect in all the creases and folds of my cock while it's flaccid, giving me horrible itch all day and a painful sting when I get hard. Having someone down there to dutifully clean up every bit of waxy buildup and gooey leftovers, and to polish my skin with soft fragrant oil, would be a lifesaver, especially on those nights when I want to be fresh and pretty for a date.

I looked them up online, and found a listing of the services:

- Sweat and Oil Cleanup

- Rim Polishing

- Hedge Trimming

- Taint Massage and Sack Kneading for Sperm Compaction

- Cheese Removal

- Interior Sperm Compaction Treatment

- Self Disposal

I looked closer at each of the options, marveling that the business even had a comfy restroom with cock milker and special toilet to return the maid for reformation after all was said and done. The whole setup seemed perfect.

The price seemed worth it, and I had a date coming up. I called them immediately to see if they had any openings today.

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Hello!

For this RP I'm looking for a montage RP of a day passing by with you in my panties working hard! I would describe lots of delicious messes to clean, and you'd tell me what tools you use to scrape, polish, and eat it all down, ending with cock or anal vore, as well as disposal if you'd like. This could be either as a formal service, as the prompt shows, or simply the nature of our relationship with you as my girlfriend.

Hoping for detailed, perverted partners for this, so hit me up!