a walking gasoline fire in search of a match
🔞Erotic fiction writer. Gracefully ageing into a twunk. I write mean porn and meaner porn. She/her boydyke, 30.
Feb 23, 2024 • 48 tweets • 10 min read
1/ I've been tearing through Sisters of Dorley by @badambulist, its amazing Alyson thank you so much for all your work - its gorgeous and deep and there's layers upon layers and of course there's things i want to analyze in detail, mild spoilers ahead
@badambulist 2/ once Stefan is discovered, his role explicitly becomes that of a Judas Goat, but I want to look at how he was actually fulfilling this goal almost from his very first interactions with the other Dorley boys
Dec 24, 2022 • 13 tweets • 2 min read
The wizard terf wrote a series of books about being groomed as a child but didn't realize that's the story she'd written, which is why it feels like absolutely none of it pays off at the end
Also she should stop pretending to be a man to infiltrate male safe spaces (writing antisemetic childrens fiction, putting weird racism in bad detective books)
Jul 26, 2022 • 41 tweets • 6 min read
It wasn't much work for the man to strap you into the locker, but you wouldn't know it from how much he sweated. He was huge, big enough to drag you around like a child one-handed, and yet he poured with sweat like you'd made him go twelve rounds.
His sweat had dripped off his nose onto your cheek as he'd carefully slipped the refractive contacts into your eyes, the air around him felt thicker the closer he got, and his sweaty, milky body odor stuck with you until your head was fully enclosed in the VR headset.
Jul 25, 2022 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
You see the way he's smirking at you, halfway through a strange-tasting joint in a half-finished basement, and you think you've been drugged
You try to swat away his groping hand but your arm won't move where you want it, you look and see that your arm has already moved and you remember putting it there, and you think you've been drugged
Jul 21, 2022 • 15 tweets • 3 min read
The first time I took you, interrupting your adventurous little pre-college road trip by painting your guts with my cum and holding a knife to your neck in that rest stop bathroom, I taught you a lesson:
It's not safe to wander.
The second time I took you, exploring your holes with fingers and fists while you writhed, bound, on your own bed, after ambushing you from behind the false wall I'd installed in your closet, I taught you a lesson:
