so I told myself I would make this blog as a throwaway but that's clearly not what I'm doing here so I'm going to make a proper intro/about post.
This blog is 18+. I will block you if your blog does not clearly state your age (or an approximate age). If multiple people run your blog, I will block you if it's not clear to me that everyone running the blog is over 18. This is because I live in an area where the age of consent is 18 years old. That means that if someone saw me doing anything that looks like sexual interaction with anyone under age 18, I would be in a lot of trouble and I might be considered guilty of a sex crime. Since this blog is focused on collecting ideas I find sexually arousing, I find it easiest to simply block anyone who is not unambiguously over age 18.
I also block people who seem like they might harass others (e.g. people who leave transphobic comments not as part of consensual roleplay, or people who publish call-out posts based on vague rumors). Otherwise, I'm not going to limit who interacts with me for now; subject to change if necessary.
About me:
25 years old
transgender man/bigender?
I live as a man in my daily life but also consider myself a woman, particularly in sexual contexts.
you can refer to me as she/her or it/its
Bisexual
Submissive
DMs and asks open but don't currently have a ton of energy for extended conversations
Things I might post about:
breeding and pregnancy kink
misgendering and detransition kink
misogyny/patriarchy kink
(the above will include bioessentialism: false and pseudoscientific statements about the gender binary, the sex binary, sexual orientation, etc. unfortunately I think oppressive hegemonic systems are hot!)
erotic hypnosis and mind control
NO:
Skipping testosterone doses
incest/fauxcest, scat/toilets, bestiality, raceplay <- personal turn-offs, not a DNI
Lately, you’ve been exploring what you might be into. After some trial and error, you’ve found that plugging your ass while you go about your day is incredibly hot.
You’ve worn it while out shopping, while at work, even while on a date.
So when your friend invites you to stay over, you can’t help but get horny at the idea of secretly wearing it the whole time.
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After a great day hanging out, and squirming secretly on your plug, you and your friend are heading to bed.
With the weather being as hot as it is, you opt for just a t-shirt and some tiny shorts to keep cool.
You bid your friend goodnight and fall asleep fairly quickly.
But your friend finds themself unable.
See, they’ve had a huge crush on you for who knows how long, and all they’ve been able to think about today is bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you raw. Their dick twitches at the thought.
Sighing, they roll over to face your back. They notice your shorts have ridden up, your knee hiked up high to expose... is that..?
Your friends cock springs to life, instantly horny. The thought of your ass, all prepped and ready for them, its too much to resist.
Gently, they shuffle closer, their hand brushing your ass and pushing aside the fabric covering it. They bring their thumb down to play with your plug, testing how deep asleep you are.
After finding that wiggling it doesn’t make you stir, they adjust their thumb and index finger to grab the object.
They give it a gentle tug. Nothing. They take a breath before carefully but firmly pulling on the plug, watching as it slowly slides out of your hole.
This time you stir, hips hazily jerking lightly before settling once more.
Unable to take it much longer, your friend frees their straining cock from their boxers and hastily grabs a bottle of lube from their nightstand. They slather a generous amount on themself before positioning at your hole.
They press their cock to your entrance and then, inch by inch, they enter you. Once fully seated, they let out a low groan, absolute lust filling their senses. They slowly pull back, then push back in once again, a little faster this time.
Surprised at how you could possibly still be sleeping, they decide to test their luck. Pulling back again, they work into a gentle rhythm, breath catching at how good it feels to finally fuck you. Almost out of instinct, their hand find its way into your shorts, fingers brushing your soaked front. They dip their fingers into the wetness before pushing them inside you. They moan louder than intended, cock sliding in and out of your ass while their fingers curl inside you.
Losing all sense, they roll you onto your front, pace speeding up and thrusts getting harder at the new access. They can feel themself getting close as they slam their cock into your asshole. When they feel you clench around their fingers, and then around their cock, its all too much and they can’t help it, they cum into your ass, crying out. They all but collapse, thrusting into you weakly a few more times before pushing themself up on all fours, their cock sliding out of your messy hole.
As the pleasure passes over them, dread settles in.
Theres no way you slept through that, they think. But after watching you breathe evenly for almost a minute, they tentatively roll you back over. Amazement and relief rushes through their body.
There you are, sound asleep. With your friends cum dripping from your ass and your own dripping from your front.
Picking up the discarded plug, your friend easily slips it back into your messy asshole. They fix your shorts, put their well-satisfied cock away, and roll over to have the most restful sleep in their life.
The next morning, you awake after a very pleasant dream, hoping desperately that your friend hadn’t heard you moan or something. That would have been so embarrassing.
The Silent Auction. She had never been bought before. The girl squirms in her cage as a woman unlocks it, slowly guiding her out.
“Did I… get sold…?” The young girl asks the woman. “Yes, you did. We’re going to deliver you now.” Her heart leaps in her chest. “Really?! Ah, uh… how much was I…?” The mistress cuts her off. “You don’t have to worry about that. Come with me and we’ll get you ready.”
A few ribbons tied around her body, a sprinkle of perfume, and a blindfold. After a long drive, the woman leads her by the hand into the house. “Thanks for dropping her off so soon.” A man’s voice makes her shiver. “Our pleasure. Thank you for your purchase.” A bit of idle chatter. In the darkness of her blindfold, she can only listen. The woman leaves. A long pause as she hears him approach.
Walking around her in circles, he carefully checks the girl’s body. Every bit of her is just as when she was on display. She winces and bites her lip as his hands roam across her skin. The ribbons are removed. The girl has never felt so naked. He inspects her mouth, easing two fingers between her lips. Finally, the man breaks his silence.
“Perfect.” She lets out a soft gasp, breathing into his hand. The man strokes her cheek and slowly lifts her blindfold. Her eyes fall on him for the first time. Oh… He’s so handsome… The girl’s doe eyes are wide with fear. Her greatest anxiety is relieved by his comforting smile. So much older than I expected… His greying hair and tangled laugh lines surround bright, youthful eyes. He looks… kind…
“Come along, let me give you the tour.” The man wipes his fingers off and takes her by the hand. The home is beautiful. Old wood floors, tasteful furniture, and a massive window looking out towards the mountains. She gawks at the enormous space. “This is the kitchen. I like to cook, so you don’t need to worry about that. You’ll just be cleaning.”
He leads her to the bedroom. A king size bed sits along a central wall. “This is where we sleep. You’ll take care of laundry and such as well.” Her toes curl. Where we sleep. The man opens up a closet, showing off an almost empty hanger. “This is where you can keep your clothes. This is all you’ll need for now.” He takes the single garment off the rack. A simple black apron, with a bit of white lace.
After dinner she slips into the only piece of clothing she owns. The man watches her exposed back and bare bum as she washes the dishes. Little flecks of dish soap and water land on her apron. He can see her pussy when she bends over to pick up a dropped towel. Finishing her chore, the girl joins him on the couch.
“May I sit… sir?” Her voice warbles, barely able to say the honorific. “In a moment. I want to inspect you.” The girl blushes beet red. He rests his hand on her hip and turns her around, lightly pulling her bum towards him. Two fingers stroke along her thigh gap. The man feels her cunt, runs a finger along her slit. Rubbing his fingertips together he feels the girl’s wetness. He touches her ass, checks her clit, strokes her smooth skin. “Perfect.”
The slave joins him in the shower. Following his instructions, she pours liquid soap over her chest. Pressing her tits against his body, the girl begins to rub. Bubbles and foam run down her stomach. The girl rubs her tummy against his thigh. She uses her pussy to wash his hands. Soft and slippery, she cleans her master. They rinse off, and the slave dries him off with a towel. Through the fluffy fabric, she feels his heavy cock grow in her hand.
“What would you like me to do now?” He sits on the bed as she presents herself to him. “I’ll inspect you again.” The girl bends over. Her ass twitches as he touches her. Strands of her cum stick to her thighs, her pussy flushed bright pink. “You’re wetter than before.” The man says idly. “I – uh, thank you? Sir?” Having completed the inspection, he lays down on the bed.
“Areyougoingtohavesexwithme.” The nervous question spills from her lips. He gives her a soft chuckle. “Oh, eventually. You don’t need to worry about that, slave.” Her eyes widen. Slave. The first time he’s called her that. Her new reality crashes in on her. With a sudden gasp, she starts to rub at her pussy. “Hey. Cut that out. Never without permission.” The girl’s jaw drops. “Oh! I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”
“If you don’t know, then ask. Understood?” The man climbs under the sheets. She slowly joins him. “Yes… sir? Master? Owner?” He wraps his arms around her. “Any are fine… unless we have guests. You call them sir or ma’am, and you’ll only call me master, then.” The girl nods as he turns out the light. “Good job asking. You’re doing well.” The man can feel her tremble in his arms. “Thank you master… good night…”
The slave barely sleeps. She would toss and turn, but she doesn’t want to disturb her new owner. Her needy cunt reminds her of its presence with warm tingles. The girl would do anything to rub herself. Finally, she dozes off.
“Good morning, slave.” Her eyes creak open to see the man dressed and standing before her. As she climbs out of bed, he points to the sheets. “Looks like you’ll have to do laundry today.” In the night, the girl’s wet pussy left a faint streak on the fabric. The slave is embarrassed but slips on her apron and attends to her task.
The master inspects his property throughout the day. In the morning, they’re only little checks. A quick grope of her pussy to see if she’s wet. The girl always is. Her hips wiggle as he inspects her, trying to get a moment of pleasure out of his touch. In the afternoon, his inspections are more thorough. Bending her over fully, his thumbs push against her pussy lips - opening up her hole for him. A single droplet of cum runs out from her slit.
The next morning, she wakes up before him. Her head rests against his shoulder. The slave takes a moment to admire his rugged features. She tries to guess how much older he is. Twenty years? Twenty five? At least double her age. The girl steals a peek under the sheets. His hard morning wood points up at her. Instinctively she goes to touch it, then herself. Her hand pulls back with neither reward.
“I have a question.” He’s finished his morning workout. She sits behind him, massaging his back. “Yes, slave?” Her title still makes her nerves go haywire. “I… uhm… how much did you… pay for me…?” The man gently rests his hand on her thigh. “You really don’t need to worry about that. The important thing is that you’re mine.” She gives him an obedient nod. “Alright, thank you for the massage. Bend over, it’s inspection time.”
The dinner party. Her master had been cooking all day, whistling as he attends to the ingredients. Slipping into her new clothing, the girl checks on him. “I’m fine, slave. Go wait in the bedroom until our guests are here.” She returns to the room and sits on the bed. The girl stares at herself in the mirror. Her new lingerie hides nothing. The harness-like bra has open cups, letting her breasts hang free. The crotchless panties only draw attention to her bare pussy.
Through the door, she can hear the guests arrive. The group chatters and enjoys appetizers. Her owner’s voice booms out through the laughter. “Alright, I’ll go get her!” The slave’s stomach ties itself in knots. He slowly opens the bedroom door and holds out his hand. “Come, slave. My friends want to meet you.”
“Ah! She’s gorgeous!” A woman cheers as the slave steps into the living room. “Oh wow, I can see why you paid so much for her.” The girl’s head spins as she surveys the crowd. A half dozen people stare at her. “I know, she’s perfect, I just had to have her.” The master wraps her in a hug. His arms brush against her bare chest, his hands slide upwards and cup her breasts. “Go ahead and take a closer look.”
The group chats among themselves as the slave stands at attention. His guests approach her one by one, admiring her young body. They stroke their hands through her hair, along her back, up her thigh. The group inspects her wet pussy, now soaking into the straps of her crotchless underwear. One man lightly touches her clit and the girl’s knees buckle. Catching herself, she whimpers. “Thank you… sir…”
Everybody sits down for dinner. The girl eats out of a bowl, kneeling next to her owner. They talk about her as they eat. “Mine sleeps in a cage. You treat her too good, she’ll forget she’s a slave.” A woman protests. “I think it’s sweet! Letting her sleep in the bed makes her more loyal.” Another man tells her joke. “She’s certainly loyal. Her cunt was soaked.” Her master laughs. “Still is, too.” A quick pat down of her pussy and he shows the group his wet fingers.
After the meal, she slips on her apron and clears the table. They drink wine and talk loudly as she washes the dishes. Her mind buzzes as she scrubs. Finishing her task, she slowly creeps back into the dining room. “All done, master.” She says politely during a break in the conversation. “Ah, good. Come here, slave. Sit on the table and lie back.” The group moves the wine bottles and glasses to the side as she moves into position.
“I can’t get over how fucking hot she is.” The woman slurs her words, sipping from her glass. “Neither can I. She’s perfect.” Her master pushes open her legs. The slavegirl’s gaze spins around the table. Everyone can see her. The crowd loves the night’s entertainment. His familiar fingers toy with her pussy, checking carefully. Wet and needy, she stains his fingers with her cum.
An unfamiliar touch. She feels something warm and heavy between her legs. Sprawled out on the dinner table, the girl looks downwards. Her master’s cock rubs against her slit.
“Oh.” One hard thrust and she feels him bury his cock in her cunt. “AH! Master!” The girl shudders and squirms. Her wild eyes look around at the guests. “Fuck! Ah! Stop!” The group laughs at her pathetic whimpering. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” Her hips twitch and she arches her back. Loud whimpers and desperate begging. The slave cums on her master’s cock.
“You forget your place.” The master grips her bare tits, forcing himself deeper. “You’re mine. My sex slave.” Her heels kick helplessly against his back. “Oh – yes! AH! I’m your sex slave! Oh, God, everyone’s looking! Please stop!” She makes the mistake of looking down at his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy. Her orgasm continues. “Yes! Ah! Fuck me, master! Fuck me~”
Everybody laughs. They’re laughing at me. The girl’s fingers claw at her owner’s chest. “No more no more no more…” More laughter. They’re laughing at me. Her legs lock around him, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me…” The master’s hands squeeze around her neck. “Master, break me, fuck your little slave…”
Her body twists, her eyes meet the woman who complemented her earlier. Breathing deeply through her nostrils, the girl can’t look away. “I’m his sex slave…” She whimpers to the stranger. The woman gives her a condescending nod. “Mmhm, that’s right.” She feels her master’s cock thump inside her pussy. “I’m his sss…” She starts to cum again.
The man carefully breaks in his new toy. Brief outbursts of crying and fighting are followed by manic begging. The group watches every detail. Finally, the girl lies face down on the table. He ruts into her limp body. “Who do you belong to?” The man asks, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “You. Master.” She drools on the table. “Imyersexslave…” He breeds her cunt. She slumps to the floor. They pour some more wine.
“Have a good night!” He waves his guests goodbye. Returning to the dining room, he finds his slave missing. Taking a few wine glasses from the table, the man enters the kitchen. She’s wearing her apron, washing glasses and putting bottles in the recycling. The master puts the cups next to the sink. The slave dips her hands into the warm water.
“Thanks for taking care of those, slave.” The girl smiles at him. “My pleasure, master.” He leans against the counter, watching her bum wiggle as she attends to the glasses. After a few minutes of silence, he steps in close. Groping her ass, his fingers slip down to her cum-filled pussy. The slave sticks her butt out. The master inspects her as she washes the dishes.
Fundamentals. I get a lot of questions about how to become sluttier.
People want the advanced techniques. The hypnosis files, the conditioning protocols, the elaborate training regimens. And those work, don't get me wrong. I'm a fan.
But everyone overlooks the basics.
If you want to be a slut, start by telling yourself you're a slut. Out loud. Repeatedly. It sounds almost stupidly simple, but repetition rewires the brain. Affirmations aren't just self-help nonsense. Every time you say something about yourself, it becomes a little more true.
So let's practice.
I want you to say these out loud. Actually speak them. If you're somewhere you can't talk, then wait until you can. This only works if you hear your own voice saying the words.
Ready? Say it with me...
"I'm a slut."
Simple. Clean. The foundation everything else is built on. Say it again.
"I'm a slut."
Notice how it feels in your mouth. Notice if you resist it, if something in you cringes or deflects. That resistance is what we're wearing down. Let's move on...
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
There. Now we're adding acceptance. You're admitting you enjoy it. I understand that's a little uncomfortable to say out loud, but say it again anyway. You need the practice.
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
Good! Now let's move on to your body...
"My body needs to be used."
It’s really important that you acknowledge these things. You've probably thought it before, late at night, touching yourself. But you might have never said it out loud. Never made it real by speaking it into the air. Now you have.
"I get wet when I'm degraded."
Check if it's true. Right now. Are you wet? You probably are. You're reading this post and saying filthy things about yourself and your body is responding exactly the way a slut's body should. I hope you still have enough brains to figure out what that means.
"I'm happiest when I'm being fucked."
Think about it. When was the last time your brain went fully quiet? I bet it was when you were getting fucked, too overwhelmed to think, reduced to sensation and need. That's your natural state. I'm just helping you access it more easily.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
We're getting a little cruder now. Your voice might have faltered on that one. Say it again, clearer this time.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
Own it. You're not just a slut in some vague, socially acceptable way. You're a desperate, needy fuckhole. Specificity matters.
"My holes are for cock."
All of them. Say it again and think about each one.
"My holes are for cock."
Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. They all have the same purpose. They're all just warm places waiting to be filled.
"I belong on my knees."
Say it and imagine it. The feeling of your knees hitting the floor. The position of service. The way it feels to look up at someone who's about to use you. That's where you belong. It feels good to admit it.
And finally...
"I'm a good slut."
This last one's important. You're not a bad slut. You're not a shameful slut. You're a good one. Obedient and eager. Wet and ready when you're needed. It's something you should be proud of.
Now let's wrap it all up with a pretty little bow...
Say all of them again, in order, without stopping. Let them run together until they become a single declaration of what you are:
I'm. A. Slut.
I’m a slut and I’m proud of it.
My body needs to be used.
I get wet when I'm degraded.
I'm happiest when I'm being fucked.
I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole.
My holes are for cock.
I belong on my knees.
I'm a good slut.
Do this every day. Morning and night. Before you touch yourself and after you cum. Let the words sink in until you believe them just as much as I do.
I get so embarrassed calling my body parts what they really are. I know I dont have a dick. I cant call it that but I really dont want to say clit either because it only confirms I'm really a girl.. its so humiliating. I need to be forced to repeat whats actually between my legs until I'm so used to it that its not humiliating anymore
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
i immediately lose interest in a fakeboy’s blog once i realize she doesnt have any pics of herself. you’re literally porn, bitch. you should be posting your tits for strangers to jerk off to. you’re worthless otherwise
and to the fakeboys who do post pics of themselves: good girl! happy you know your place. now post some more, and rub yourself silly to the feeling of being such well behaved wank material
Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc you’re just like “wow they’re so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck me”
Also highly recommend looking thru the reblogs on this one cause so many people add their own versions, and the dom / sadist versions especially just fuckin tickle me. I love y’all bunch of perverts
every time someone makes a post that operates on the assumption that dom/sub or s/m dynamics exist in opposition to “being nice” “being loving” “being sweet” or “taking care of each other” they should have to venmo me and all of my friends $50 each
[desperately horny voice] haha yeah did you know that studies have shown that vocal expressions of pain actually increase your pain tolerance? yeah, even if it's volitional, you should really be making lots of loud noises while you're in pain. please. if you want we can even practice right now.
Steadily getting you drunker and drunker when I introduce you to my friends, and watching it slowly dawn on you that we’re going to pass you around and use you as our toy for the night
I finally took the plunge (haha) and got bred. I met this guy on Grindr and we hooked up once, then he wouldn’t stop messaging me asking if we could go again.
I said yes like an idiot and met him at a motel, which he paid for. We fucked and I felt him slip the condom off (I didn’t say anything because of how hot that is) and he came inside of me twice in an hour (I think?)
It felt so good to give my body what it so badly wanted.
A little less than a month later I’m throwing up most mornings, and my chest feels extremely sore so I take a test, and it’s positive.
I messaged him what happened and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time.
He tied me up (he’s into that shit) and he came inside me multiple times, all while clutching my lower belly. I honestly think he wanted to get me pregnant, I’m not sure if I should keep it, I’m 4 months in and my state has a cutoff at around 5 months.. every time we meet he fucks me really good (cums inside each time) and asks about how the kid is so I don’t want to disappoint him.
Any ideas for how to proceed? My hips are already so wide so I think I’d be able to give birth easily. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to stop seeing him for obvious reasons. I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric.
God, little sluts like you are adorable. Four months pregnant by a stranger who knocked you up without your consent, and wondering whether you should give birth so you don't have to disappoint him. And looking for guidance from another strange man who wants you pregnant.
Does it really matter what I say, though? Just from the way you tell this story, it's obvious what an addict you've become for your baby daddy's cock. You say "I messaged him [that he'd gotten me pregnant by stealthing me] and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time" - as if that's the most natural sequence of events in the world. He bred you, he wanted to fuck you again, so you went to his bed and spread your legs.
His little "accident" is already kicking its way to life inside of you. If you wait just a little longer, there'll be nothing you can do about it, except take his cum and wait to give birth. You're already rationalizing it - "I have such wide hips, it won't be that bad." (And they'll be wider before you're done.) Just take the easy option, don't do anything that'll upset your man, and before you know it, you'll be pushing out his baby.
You couldn't say no to start with - why would you start now?
I just recently turned 18 but had breeding fantasies for years already as an FTM and have faced now quite the dilemma of if I should finally fulfill them.
There's this one guy who I wanted to hook up with months on end but had no actual time (until now) that keeps me waiting on the edge of my seat. He and I both find impregnation really hot and constantly and have fantasies of him creampieing me.
I'm not on any bc at all and don't really want to be pregnant but just want to be bred (logistically doesn't make any sense lol). Therefore we talked about using a condom - but that need for raw dick made me ask him if we can do the whole 'just the tip' thing where he rubs against me and my hole/maybe insert it a few times.
He has already hooked up with a few FTM's on bc and with condom, which I am really jealous of. But now the real kicker - he knocked one up that was ON bc.
I'm still talking to him, still sharing those breeding fantasies but I'm pretty certain that if I were to hook up with him I'd get 100%% pregnant. We both really want him to creampie me even though I'm not on bc, We have already agreed on just the tip stuff and I feel like that's barely a step away of him actually impregnating me considering he can be this potent.
It's such a scary thought but part of me just wants to meet him and see what happens once my legs are spread and his raw dick is pressed against my crotch.. should I go through?
Oh, of course you should. You're just the right age to make reckless mistakes.
I mean, it could be fine. You could go meet up with a man who's hungry to fuck his seed into your fertile womb and knows that you want it just as badly as he does, who's already bred one cock-craving FTM, and ask him to rub his bare cock against your pussy and push it inside just a little, just to see what it feels like... and then have him stop, pull out, put on a condom, and safely fuck you through a protective layer of latex and finish by filling up the hollow tip.
It could happen.
So it'll probably be fine, right? You're an adult - old enough to take responsibility for your future. You're not just some stupid slut who'll get pregnant just because it felt like more fun at the time.
You're already imagining what it would feel like, if you weren't smart. If his breath caught in his chest as he slid the tip of his cock into you, and he just held you down and pushed the rest in. If you stopped thinking about the consequences, and begged him to fuck his cum into you - the cum that's already made another FTM conceive. If he just pressed his cock against your cervix and started to throb.
And imagination is pretty much as good as the real thing, isn't it? You won't need him to do it, when the time comes. He'll just play with you a little, and then you'll be responsible.
After all, if you weren't responsible, you'd be pregnant. And you wouldn't just throw away your future like that. No matter how much you wanted to. No matter how good it felt when you did.
Find a man to fill you. Feel what it's been like since the dawn of time, when a male mates with a female.
You could lose your gold star, or have a straight man call you a good girl as he pushes into your pussy. You could take cock bare for the first time, and take every drop of his cum.
It wouldn't even be difficult. It's not some elaborate scenario that requires props and preparation and just the right alignment of interests. It's sex. Sex the way that nature intended for you.
Have you been telling yourself that it's an unrealistic fantasy - something you'll always come thinking about, but never experience? That you couldn't actually do it?
Another first time anon because your previous asks made me think about submitting my experience and see if you have insight .
FtM here, but I won’t go long about my identity cause I consider what you said before, and so let’s take for a given that regardless of how I identify, my female body is genetically programmed for breeding and child bearing. My issue is that as much as I can recognize the desire to breed, I can’t get into the pregnancy part.
Pregnancies feel so alien to me and every part of it such a process I would never want to go through, I can’t even conceive my body having the ability to do that and some parts of it might feel neutral while some others almost bring me disgust. On the other hand receive cock and being bred feels like fulfilling my purpose, it’s something I distinctly feel my body crave, the sensation of those last thrusts as cum fills my vagina is so fulfilling and maybe because of how stark this contrast is, I feel confused by how pregnancy doesn’t feel the same way.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, I find your takes insightful and I love to follow your work!
Oh, sweetheart, do you really not understand? Wanting to be pregnant is strictly optional.
I've touched on this elsewhere: evolution doesn't make you like pregnancy - the concept or the reality - because it doesn't have to. Just like it doesn't make you like kids in general, or the idea of having them. Many girls do, certainly, and that's a reproductive bonus - but that's not what it relies upon.
Evolution makes you need to get fucked full of cum, and love your baby when it comes out.
Because until very recently, "getting fucked bare" and "bearing a child" were essentially the same thing. There were no decisions you could make, before or after sex, that would break that link. You crave a man's cum filling your cunt because for almost all of the existence of humanity, that would result in you giving birth.
Now, there might also be some little mechanisms evolution put in you that you just don't know about yet. Even in the modern age, there's been many a girl who thought she didn't want kids but found that it just didn't feel right to end her pregnancy in any way except childbirth. And there's the "biological clock" that changes women's minds, too.
But at the core of it is this: you don't have to want the inevitable result of a man fucking his cum into you. You just have to want to be bred badly enough that you stop thinking about the consequences, and do what you were meant to do.
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