Sometimes it feels like my body is just something I drag around, that aches when I'm tired and gets felt up on the subway and looks weird in the mirror. But my body is not a liability, it's not an object, it's not passive. It's me. (23f, 5'7, 135 lb)
Sometimes, they want to play a game. They give me clothes, some food, maybe a weapon, and let me loose into the capital city. They tell me that I have 24 hours to run for my freedom. I never win.
Sometimes I just want to be “her” because I want to be able to rub my own mound in cute panties. Most the time, it’s to get a cock, but sometimes, I just want to be able to be a her to be a her. Anyone with me?
Sometimes my boyfriend likes to give me tasks for the day. Yesterday he told me to imagine my asshole stretching out over his cock. I sent him a video.