mel

@boxinhabiter.bsky.social

butch-ish lesbian . posts about size kink (i switch btwn big and tiny)/ power imbalance/ submission/ tits . she/he 29 🔞 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

the hottest part of the foot is like the top part. same with hands, i think, if i'm kissing a girl's hand it's mostly the back of the hand maybe the fingers one by one slowly and meaningfully feeling their texture below my lips and her veins and skin and mmm how gentle firm all minute angles nooks

i'm ngl some girls rly think masculine women being masculine means we think they should be more masculine too. no for the love of god please continue to dress like a babushka, this isn't a bourgeois lesbian separatist group c.1973 you don't have to be like me

latest camping-based size thoughts: 1. the moon was insanely bright last night and it was like a gigantic lady was shining a torch upon me 2. foot-shaped reservoir

hanging out at a friend's and out of nowhere she says to you, get down and kiss my boot. and like for whatever reason you do so, a good long kiss. nothing is really said about it afterwards but she starts making a habit of it upon meeting you. one time you even do it without asking lol

the butch(4femme) switch version of "do I want to be with her or be her" is "do I want to strap her til she screams or do I want her to peel my squashed but pretty intact body off of the treads of her boot"

im sure some of you must have tried to "get rid" of your size thing, right? I know I have, in the past. but like. girl you have minute-long orgasms about someone who bullied you in school dangling you over her mouth. that kink is Not going away

i wonder what the borrowers in my hoose are saying about me while i stand in the kitchen shirtless tits out belt undone eating fermented black beans witha teaspoon straight from the jar

short haired angry eyed cateran girl in phillamore and ghillie shoe bounds up and down hills, eats berries, takes refuge at wooded stream, eyes up the next cattle she'll take from the feral herd, neglects to consider that their glen was said to be host to a lady fomorian, finds out the hard way,

going for a picnic and she places me on the blanket next to her feet and gives me a little raspberry to eat while she snacks and drinks her canned cocktail:))

God i need repeated forceful goodnight kisses with exaggerated "mwah" sounds by someone clutching my torso and legs tight in both hands... My head releasing with a pop each time, and i only get a miniscule moment to catch my breath before the next one