The first thought I have when I wake up isn't about coffee or the alarm. It's the low, insistent thrum between my legs. A phantom ache that has become the most…
It's still early on New Year's Eve 2025. The sun's going down, casting that weird, orange glow over the city. I can already hear the distant, bass-heavy thump …
I have this specific fantasy where I'm being 'trained' or 'programmed' to be more feminine, and the only way I can finish is if I'm repeating affirmations abou…
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