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Mint 🏳️‍⚧️ @scriptkitten.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

Oh no, is this a romance book written for girlprey like me?

Well maybe you could just follow me, she said. You look like the kind of girl who's good at doing what she's told.

Except autocorrect wanted it to be "You look like the kind of girl who's food," instead, so now my own phone is judging me.

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Mint 🏳️‍⚧️ @scriptkitten.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

Hahaha, oh no, it IS. *chuckles* I'm in danger.gif

Mars winked and stepped closer. “Are you okay being touched a little while we dance?” she asked. “Given how long it’s been since I’ve been touched by a pretty girl like you, it’s safe to assume you have permission to touch me however you want,” I responded with a surprising amount of honesty. With all the grace and strength of the apex predator she appeared to embody, Mars put a hand on each of my hips and pulled me close. I yipped. “If you want to play the part of the bunny running from the Big Bad Wolf, you’re going to have to watch the things you say in front of me,” Mars leaned down and whispered in my ear.

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Mint 🏳️‍⚧️ @scriptkitten.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

Oh, it's specifically a book for TRANS girlprey. Usually when I ask friends for recommendations, it's like "sapphic mommy domme who calls you kitten and lets you keep the tiara on during sex," which does feel like a judgement on who they think I am in the sheets. But *this* feels laser targeted.

With a sigh, I said, “Look, you seem like the kind of woman who likes other women. And I’m a big fan. That’s the kind of woman I’d like to be someday, too. But there are people here in this town who would tell you to your face that I’m not an actual girl.” And then Mars did something that simultaneously caught me off guard and rekindled the fires of my hearth. She buried her nose in the crook of my neck, sniffing deeply before running her tongue over my skin and lightly biting me. I gasped as electricity raced between us, and I was once more melting under the full weight of her raw and animalistic attraction. With a voice only I could hear, Mars whispered, “You smell and taste like a woman to me.”

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