👙 Freelance branding model
🔥 Lingerie + latex + costumes
💋 Latex designer
🩷 Confidence creatix
👀 Pleasure advocate
Follow me on IG!
www.instagram.com/focalfemme
www.instagram.com/femme_tog
It was a game-changer.
And really fun at the same time 😜
It was a game-changer.
And really fun at the same time 😜
I'm grateful for the person who gave me that opportunity to come home to myself.
I'm grateful for the person who gave me that opportunity to come home to myself.
It doesn't matter if you're a sub, domme, switch or vanilla as cake.
YOU ARE WORTHY OF PLEASURE.
It doesn't matter if you're a sub, domme, switch or vanilla as cake.
YOU ARE WORTHY OF PLEASURE.
I was nervous.
I fidgeted.
I started to disassociate.
Feeling my apprehension, she said "Relax. You're safe. You deserve pleasure."
And for the first time in my life, I believed it.
I was nervous.
I fidgeted.
I started to disassociate.
Feeling my apprehension, she said "Relax. You're safe. You deserve pleasure."
And for the first time in my life, I believed it.
I was coming out of my shell and into my confidence and starting to explore my bisexuality all at the same time.
And it was beautiful.
I was coming out of my shell and into my confidence and starting to explore my bisexuality all at the same time.
And it was beautiful.
Part of it was clearly because no one was advocating for my pleasure - if I wasn't going to advocate for myself, he sure as hell wasn't going to. I mean, why would he when he was used to having me 100% devoted to HIS PLEASURE?
Part of it was clearly because no one was advocating for my pleasure - if I wasn't going to advocate for myself, he sure as hell wasn't going to. I mean, why would he when he was used to having me 100% devoted to HIS PLEASURE?
I would disassociate and go into some fantasy porn world in my head, pretending I was someone else. I would moan and fake orgasms and, once finished, roll over and quietly masturbate after I was sure he had fallen asleep.
I would disassociate and go into some fantasy porn world in my head, pretending I was someone else. I would moan and fake orgasms and, once finished, roll over and quietly masturbate after I was sure he had fallen asleep.
I was always the giver - giving, giving, giving to my lover and never expecting (or even desiring) anything in return.
I was always the giver - giving, giving, giving to my lover and never expecting (or even desiring) anything in return.