What I wouldn't give to be riding a pretty boy with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the bedposts, completely unable to do anything but beg me for what he wants
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What I wouldn't give to be riding a pretty boy with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the bedposts, completely unable to do anything but beg me for what he wants
I love the forcemasc concept of "killing the girl to become the man" squarely to piss off my mother and make her realize her fantasy of me will never come to pass, but now that I'm really thinking about it, it's the opposite
As a girl, I was frail. I wasn't eating enough, never got enough sun, barely had the energy to function day to day. On top of regular blood loss and brain fog that I chalked up to undiagnosed adhd I was miserable and could not feasibly imagine living to the age I am now. I believed my life was a never-ending performance that had me wearing things I didn't like and doing things I didn't like for people I didn't know. Work. Marriage. Family. I confused my hatred for that life for a hatred for life itself. I believed I wanted to end it all when I had barely begun to live.
And then. I moved away. I learned about trans people. I learned you could have a hand in your own shaping, you didnt have to be a doll moved by an unseen hand, you could move through the world in a way that reflects you. I started socially transitioning. People listened when I spoke, they looked at me like a person and not a piece of meat, I started eating more, I took up space, let myself relax. Shoulders back, chin higher.
I started T. I started working out. I feel more myself than I've ever known was possible. My hand feels warm and solid when I rest my face on it. My manager says "everyone wants to adopt him" and my coworkers accept me as I am. My low voice echoes in the hall. I look in the mirror and see a young man's face staring back at me, proud, silly, kind. Content.
I fully, and truly believe that if i didn't discover myself when I did, I would not be here today.
I didn't kill her. I saved her.
"my daughter turned out fine!" your son is on tumblr calling himself a puppy and fantasising about having an owner
Evil scientist boyfriend who straps you down to a table and performs copious experiments on you to sort out how you work.
shy boys are so fuckin cute. boys who don't know where to put their hands when we're making out, boys who get embarrassed cus they're letting out dirty noises. boys who cover their face when you're fuckin them and squeal when you pin their hands down so you can see all the cute expressions they make. boys who try to stay silent when they cum, but can't help whining when i don't stop pounding him
Okay but me and who
btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.
the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.
Sick of masturbating i want someone to rail me until i cant see straight
"eeerm can transmascs under this posts shut up... this one is for the girlies..." i forgot that my entire life of suffering as a woman got erased actually the moment i put he him in my bio sorry
IMAGINE going into the forest for a picnic on your own but instead, you get stripped down and fucking railed by plant dick<3 Let's just say.. they don't ever want you to leave but then again, neither do you...
Reblogs are always greatly appreciated !!!
Being a man is about strength in however you define that.
Being a man is about being the calm even in a storm.
Being a man is about being genuine with yourself.
Being a man is about loving yourself.
BE A MAN
its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.
the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."
it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.
it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.
coworker who doesn’t care that you’re trans. coworker who complements your new haircut with a ‘tight fade, bro!’ coworker who takes you to sports bars and buys you too many beers so that it’s not as awkward when you hug chest to chest as your team wins. coworker who takes you to play sports with the other guys, hard contact sports like rugby and football and wrestling, just so he can knock you to the ground and feel his weight on top of you. coworker who rolls you a blunt in his backyard and lights it while it hangs from your lips. coworker who shotguns smoke into your mouth after you tap out of the rotation because ‘c’mon big guy, a little more won’t kill you!’ coworker who invites you camping to ‘toughen you up!’ and ends up fucking you hard, facedown, in the dirt, leaves, and twigs before dragging you back into the tent to give you a proper blowjob because ‘all men wanna get their dick sucked, bro. it feels amazing, i’ll show you!’
Im stoned out of my mind, but any t-boys want me to stretch all their holes? I wanna go down on you, suck your cock, stick as many fingers in your hole as i can manage. I wanna press kisses to your cock head, and spit on it, only to bring it back into my mouth, licking like your the tastiest treat in the world. You are by the way, heady and hard, your like a buffet to a starving man like me.
Would you like to be on all fours? I think you'd be a sight like that, you speared on my cock, trying to wiggle back only to get a smack on the ass. Don't be greedy, baby, we got all night for you to shake, and beg and cry.
Or maybe you'd like missionary better? Which ever hole you liked more, that one was left alone, for now. But that's only the start, you can try to make me hit inside of you as deep as you want, i'm not touching your other hole until I'm satisfied. This doesn't work that way, I'M fucking YOU, not the other way around.
Your legs are shaking in the cutest way when you cum again, which one was this one again? third? fourth? either way, i'm not slowing down, my cock is being squeezed in the most intoxicating way, i cant help but look down and watch your body suck me in every thrust. Your begging at this point, your arms reach to grab my shoulders, but even if I'm slow to grab your wrists and press them to the mattress neither of us really care all that much.
Your eyes start to do that thing where they glaze over, but i finally stuck the tip in your other hole. After i had laid you on your belly, your arms behind your back. And boy where you tighter than sin. I cant help a whine when i slam into your full force, and fuck, you moan like the beautiful, stunning, wanton slut you are.
(i got hard, jerked off, and didn't finish the thought, mb yall)
teenage girl entering that awkward phase where she realises she's actually a teenage boy
"Testosterone will make you gain weight" GOOD. Fuckin' tired of looking at your twink ass. Eat that entire pizza or I'm kicking your teeth in. Just let that ravenous, base desire consume you.
I miss when i had the energy and appetite to eat as much as i did during the summer (seasonal depression and dysphoria curb-stomps like a bitch)
jacking off is so awesome until you cum then you look down at your hands and wonder if you should seek clinical psychiatric attention for what you just jerked it to