If You Loved Me Youd Jerk Off To My Selfharm Wounds

wanna know whats so perfectly and endlessly exciting about fantasies? i can have them anywhere about anyone af any time.

i can be at work, in an important meeting with the ceo on a project, keeping professional and on topic while my mind wanders to how his old hands would feel fondling my breasts and sliding inappropriately up my inner thigh until his fingertips brush against the soft damp cotton of my panties, how his breath would feel on my cheek as he whispers that he only hired me because he wanted to stare at my tits all day, how his heavy body would feel keeping me pressed down over his desk while he slowly fills me with his thick cock...

i could be in a shop buying groceries and feel a chill go down my spine as i wonder how it would feel for a random man to press up behind me, grope my ass and my tits from behind, breathe against my neck that i should stay quiet and make this easy for him as his hand lifts my skirt, pulls my panties aside and shoves two fingers inside my cunt, fingerfucking me against the shelves until im tight and gushing and shaking as my wetness slides down my thighs, until i gasp as i cum, and he disappears as i buckle and slowly sink to my knees to catch my breath...

i can be at a pride event with all my lesbian friends, flipping off passing men and holding the hands of other women around me, as my thoughts flood with tingling accuracy at images of those same men getting fed up of my callous arrogance, charging the parade, grabbing me and my lesbian friends by our hair, throwing us to the ground and showing us what it really feels like to have the priviledge of society behind you.... shoving our legs apart and slamming into our obviously still virgin gold star cunts with their hard throbbing cocks, ignoring our screams in protest just like everyone else at the parade ignores us, laughing and fucking our wombs hard and deep as everyone who was once celebrating our lesbian pride is now cheering for the men raping us into the concrete street, our tits (and "unintentionally wet" pussies) on full display for these men to stuff and cum into over and over, taking advantage of our prideful lack of clothing to give us exactly what we were asking for...

i could be walking down my street just for some air and feel my body tremble with the anticipation of a random stranger running up behind me, tackling me to the curb and fucking me hard and fast because he just had to use me, needed to get off and i was the most available cunt for him to stuff...

i could be in a session with my therapist to work through my daddy issues and trauma, trying not to grind into the couch im sitting on as i picture him moving to sit beside me, whisper that he's here to help me overcome the difficult thoughts im dealing with, telling me as his fingers gently rub my nipples over my shirt that my trauma is the only reason i 'think' im a lesbian, promising as his other hand gently parts my thighs to rub my pussy and clit over my jeans that he can fix me and make me a good girl again, whispering as he kisses my neck to lay back, relax, dont think about it too much until eventually hes ontop of me, panting and moaning into my ear as he gets off, softly and slowly raping me for the first time of many...

and i can do this all day, without anyone ever knowing any better. these are just a small handful of all the ones i have 🤭🥴

force me to regress n then rape me, pleaseee!!

need a daddy that buys me weed because he likes touching me when I'm vulnerable and too out of it to say no

oh to be in a t4t4t trouple 😩😩😩😩

talk to me about the vital need to reinforce the importance of human rights to reach a healthier society, the importance to support and elevate the working class while punishing billionaires to reach equality as you mount me and call me a mutt after forcing me to drink more than i could handle

fuck matching my freak, i want a partner who i can speak about sociopolitics and everything related to civil rights cause I'm incredibly politicized and form part of several associations

i lied, put your clothes back on we're talking about the third political stand created by Perón in the 40s where the main focus was the working class and giving them their long awaited rights while keeping foreign nations away from Argentinean land and their resources

someone needs to remind zeus too lol

Some of y'all really need to be reminded that Zeus is the God of honor and justice too.

Making out with a pre-t boy and he's so excited to get his hands on an experienced trans man. He's obsessed with smelling you, rubbing his lips and fingertips against your beard, and biting marks into your throat. Your thick hands on his hips arouse him, and his little dick twitches in his jeans as he tries not to rub against you while he perches on your lap.

He knows you're everything he wants- and it's intoxicating to him. Be his drug.

i love when trans boys wear skirts, long nails and make up.

you don't have to renounce to the things that make you happy just because they're associated with women.

cismen are still men when they do those things, you're too!!

GO GET THAT NAIL SET YOU'VE BEEN DYING FOR!!! WEAR YOUR CUTE SKIRTS AND HEELS! TAKE SPACE, BE FLASHY, YOU'RE AS VALID AS GENDER CONFORMING TRANSBOYS!