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 when I need a fat cock on short notice, I have my husband wear a thick silicone sleeve. He can't feel anything but a vague tightness of my pussy wrapped around it, and I get fucked the way I need.
Showing You What They Want: Civilisation LLP would like to remind people that cunts do communicate but sometimes in indirect ways. An act of disobedience or incompetence could be a cry for help because she misses you making use of her.
