FluidDon't assume I'm a womanJust because I have breastsJust because I wear a dressJust because I carry a purseJust because I wear soft colorsJust because I wear makeupJust because I style my hairJust because I speak in a sweet voiceDon't assume I'm a manJust because my chest is flatJust because I wear baggy clothesJust because I lug around a heavy backpackJust because I wear dark colorsJust because my jawline is shadedJust because I have short hairJust because I speak in a deeper voiceThe only thing you can assume I am...Is me.
Coercion and Consent I covered his eyes, "Guess who!" then thrust the bulge of my pants against his backside. "Not now, Marcellus." "Awww, c'mon, let's fuck!" I said, flopping on the bed, rolling over playfully. I played with a nipple and eyed him seductively. But he only sighed. "I really don't feel like it." I sat up and attempted to kiss up his neck and face, but he moved away. I folded my arms and pouted, muttering darkly, but my childish display of course didn't phase him. He's never been one for the pouting, but I can't help but do it. "Come oooonnn," I whined, stretching and rolling on the bed, big doe eyes and hands together, in an attempt to be subby. "Lookit, I'm being cute, you wike da coot wight?" I said, making kissy face and smooching in the air. "I'm just not in the mood," he said exhaustively. I blinked in confusion, then sat