kinstuff, wistful
I wish i could feel it attached there. the sweet curve of it flowing in transition to my lower back.
Feel how it rests on my rump, draped down low. To just feel sexier with it in that. Right, with my hips and rump and tail.
I wish i could feel the heft of it. Feel the swaying to my gait and the wind against it. Feel -so- many things against it.
To feel it entwine with my lovers’ tails in embrace, or sleeping back to back with them and sleeping with them twisted and entwined.
kinstuff, wistful
to feel over every inch of it and know that it is mine. To feel the rightness and oneness of it as i dive underwater… to feel the current and flow against its’ length and sway in my swim~
I love my tail, even if i will never feel it there in all physicality. It will still always be my tail, even if it’s a distant memory of something that should be there.
“Vloe if you love tails so much why don’t you-” *is already walking down the isle*
@Oneironott "Vloe, do you take this tail-" "o-OH YES, *YYEESS!!*" "NOT ON THE ALTAR, VLOE!!!" n.n
(first three rows are 'splash rows') 💦
@Momentrabbit 0:3 best wedding ever
Hi im vloelei and im more infatuated with tails than you think i am