Left, right, center

thank you for denying me your vagina and then deeper surge delight of i have surrendered vagina

and then i find myself slip into my back alcove, all of my cunty cocky phantasy is dancing the point of, i have surrendered to my selfcelibate destiny, i’ve announced my reality and my purpose. in slight degrees, to yes all men to yes all women, to my mother crying out my life and pleasure in daring mirror surrender. Mom this is my fullmouth. And then…

I am alone at the brink of pulsating my cumshell on my mouth and nose. I can go anywhere I want and where I go in mad thirst is crying out something like

thank you for denying me your vagina

and then deeper surge delight of

i have surrendered vagina

i choose no vagina. i don’t need you do deny me any more. it’s my choice and here, burst into my uncontainable delight…

this thought is one and the same with i’m a mirror celibate self semen drinker.

in one landscape i reveal myself and am known, as you know. i get to be myself and be so in an understanding with you.

in another neck of woods i seduce myself into the prophesy of, you no longer need the support and witness of women when you selfthirst and drink so too good to surrender…masturbate alone, and do not reveal your delight. i admitted to ciara that my yearning for cunt is babyish.

in my last sessions at bluespa, yin sister held the oval to me, blocking her view of my face, and occluding her face from me, saying i hold your mirror as you face yourself. this is between you and you. i accept myself as fully in control of my approval.

even though her thresholding implied affirmation and yet in her offering, the deep gratification of being denied being seen by her.

face yourself…

my scenario of…a group of woen present…gathered around me as i face my mirror…they make statemenst to me or all of us. one at a time they depart the space. until i am facing two, with whom it has become possible to have the conversation, that space opens, they are a tribe in being my witness…

what i’ve been saying is i’ve been allowing myself the thought of any kind of sex with men or woen, confessing to craving my face be seen orgasming into woen, confessing to being mrbukkae, sniffing slurping yoni yin sister & tongue fuck her ass. you know how i feel i love you for that

i send a press release saying i want to sniff the pussy of every pretty woen. offering my cum orgasm to a neophyte male if he wants…writing an essay about my last fuck who was mu last twat who would piss on mu face and i would squirm in agony delight now i thirst for her piss and the sculpture of her fat twat lips

in another scene i am an open item with my mouth ejaculated into by men.

a little flower and some introspection and it seems like

Neisha’s masturbation...

all of my selfcum drinking and open honest thirst opened naturally into being a cumslut…a little semen cleaner upper…entered into the akashic…and basically every bobgirl and lover understood that i would eventually turn my selfthirst drama toward other men. and when next i drink from another man, i want to look at him and ask him to please masturbate into my mouth for the existence of it. for me. may i please drink your semen? i love how that feels on my lips…

Blue Studio in the early days.

this was phantasy…

in truth i’m masturbating in the dark in my room mustering the courage to stand up in front of the door mirror and shed my thermal top and be real for a sec about licking my dry cum, do it and say so. in the end no matter what i submit myself to the deep feeling of selfcelibacy feeling myself through the aloneness of woen

and that little chapter, just when i’m ready

to drink from other men,

chastity takes over again

Orgasm and ejaculation thresholded by Heather Fae and photographed by dani. This ritual was the first time i licked my dry semen in the presence of anyone…and two women i love profoundly were witness to my self acceptance and masturbation ritual. The premise of the meeting was that i thirst for myself and want to document drinking myself. In utmost compassion, both women said yes.

so beautiful of a ritual with my lover and friend — above.

my deep crevice of delight here is, to do this i must expose my selfthirst because i’m going to drink and they are going to help me. just the honesty so so so so deep so good…and as we approached readiness…and a thick crust of my semen melted into my mouth all at once and fae felt it happen in a warm rush of empathy and dani photographed my face. i so drink the sweet truth of the moment…and you see fae not my lover, accepting of my desire for her, accepting of my impossibleto hide thirst for her, and bestowing the delight of turning me to myself, exposing her breast, hearing my confessions…i could not bring myself to openly in words thirst for her vagina…

The room and bed setup where I last fucked.

this was the room i sometimes shared with annie. whom last i fucked or drank. she knew what we were doing. i don’t think being otherwise lesbian made it easier for her to be the final stage in my transition out of cunt. i know she craved me because with the words of her sweet mouth she gently pleaded to drink my semen. she wanted her cunt licked and mostly i licked out her ass, which she accepted and would masturbate her twat to orgasm as i did so. i love when She masturbates with my tongue in her ass.

usually i denied her drinking my cum and then we both took on the experience of getting my cum into my mouth. and then that night she said fuck me deep and wide she knew that was my sacrificial moment. our eyes burned into one another as i cried out and trobbed and she silently wimpered into the depth of her release.

that is when and where i birthed again into mirror celibate self semen drinker.