Maddysdebaucheryandeatery - The Kitchen Of Gridlock

How It Starts

It’s innocent at first—just two trans girls sitting way too close, sharing mirrors and brushes, pretending this is just about eyeliner techniques and not about the way our hands keep lingering on each other’s skin. You tilt my chin up, fingers brushing my jaw, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

By the time we’re negotiating our little trade—you’ll teach me how to wing my liner if I do your dishes—the tension has already shifted. The touches last a little longer, the teasing gets a little bolder. The compliments start flowing, layered between giggles and stolen glances.

"Your lips look so soft with that gloss."

"Your skin is so smooth—I could touch it all day."

And then—

It’s in that moment, breath catching, fingers hesitating over soft, shivering skin, that we both realize:

Trans girls who get flustered when you compliment them are so cute, like…

And suddenly, one of us is saying it out loud. Come here so I can feel how hard you are.

The words hang between us, thick with heat, a teasing challenge wrapped in a promise. Eyes flicker, lips part, and suddenly, we’re not pretending anymore. The playful touches become something else—gravitational, inevitable.

One moment, we’re giggling over how clumsy we are at getting each other’s tops off, fingers fumbling over straps, buttons, fabric that suddenly feels far too complicated. The next, our laughter is swallowed by gasps and soft, desperate moans, mouths crashing together in messy, lip-gloss-stained kisses.

Fingers tremble against bare skin, tracing curves we’re still learning to love, gripping hips as we grind together, slowly, achingly, lost in the heat. The world outside doesn’t exist—just us, two desperate girls making up for every moment we were denied this kind of love before.

Breathless, needy, we praise each other between gasps. You’re doing so good. You feel so good. Hands roam, nails dig into soft flesh, and for once—just this once—there is no shame, no hesitation.

Just pleasure. Just warmth. Just us.

lick that girls soft dick until she doesnt cum but had a good time! and she falls asleep! (she has trouble sleeping)

Keep your messaging simple:

“Trump fired everyone in charge of airplane safety, and a week later planes started crashing into each other.”

That’s it. That’s the messaging. Don’t get bogged down disputing Trump’s false claims. Just blame him, in short and repeatable sentences.

The girls stink so good 🥴

its pretty hot so thats. natural

dom who makes me sit in their lap and cockwarm them while i do my assignments. for every assignment i complete, they hold a vibe to my tdick and let me cum. when im finally done with everything due, they fuck me until i cant do anything but whine and whimper as a reward for being good and doing all my work :3

Don't let them step on you

This one isn't signed. You can use it wherever, no need to give me credit. Enjoy

CW: Sis with a y

Lmaoooo big fucking yikes. Pro tip, if you want me to fuck with you maybe go over what sort of shit I'm into, getting called (what is imo) a slur doesn't do it for me. Then to top it all off just immediately blocking me instead of apologizing just seals the deal. Peak

I cannot stress to you enough how much I need to be a prize. Am I being clear. You can rape me, snuff me, beat me. Hypnotize me, brainwash me, mindwipe me, anything. But it needs to be special. You need to feel proud of it, because it was me. There has to be something you like about me. Maybe you think I'm hot. Maybe you like my writing, or think I'm kind, or smart. And whatever you do has to be claiming ownership of that. Maybe you ruin my looks for everyone but yourself. Maybe you keep me away from everyone, so my kindness is just for you. But no matter what it is, it has to be made special for you. Because its me.