Speaking of good backs.
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Yesss, I love the spine line <3

And upper shoulders. Scratching, kissing, and perfect for laying your head on.

"especially where the shoulder starts meeting the neck"
✨ y e s ✨

All of this is great <3

I feel like I have a good idea, but tell me yours friend 💛

My other one is that area where the hip, tummy, thigh and pubic area all meet. A beautiful, sensitive spot perfect for kissing on.

Y'know, I don't know that I've ever mentioned this, but I'm definitely a "back guy."

I mean, I'm a lot of things guy. But a solid upper back activates the braincell.

Heeheheh, this looks like a before and after - you just need some tapes on the pear suit's seams. 💛

👀 Inflatable IRL rubber stuff? What did you get??

Piss, for sure.
(And gaping/fisting/asshole focused stuff. That's been an evolving one in the background lol.)

I want to ask you this one back because I'm nosy

Alternatively - every state is a permanent state when you don't remember what you used to be.

Jocks and briefs sit at the very top for me.

What is a permanent state but a state that predates the next state of permanence?

(It's fun.)

It's been cool figuring out how to do this. I've been close for like... months now, and now it's repeatable (and fucking me up.)

Now that I know what it feels like, I'll probably shift my rules around getting off. Still gonna be edging and pent up though bc it's fun.

Thaaank you Wren 💛

⚠️Dildo (Clean - Video - 🔇) #cy83rshots

⚠️Dildo (Clean) #cy83rshots

It's getting colder, and I know a great way we could warm up...

And you did such a good job!! 💛

17 years. 17 fucking years.

Grief that I have so much I can never undo, unsee, redefine, experience the way I should have.
Grief for how hard it is for me to unfuck how I see myself and how I move in the world and who I am to others and how they see me, too.

Fuck, dude.

- by people completely outside of me.

Grief that to be myself means accepting an increased threat of medical and societal neglect and abuse for the rest of my life.

Grief that the last 17 years of my life has been a soul sucking tug of war between personal authenticity and the veneer of "safety."