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@guarddogfag
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Oscar (nom de guerre) | Trans (he/they) | mid 20s | Minors DNI
Sub leaning switch- particularly into pup play when subbing.
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#pup oscar- subby pup play posts
#pony trainer oscar- dom pony handler posts
#oscar whines- random horny rambles
Weird, slow, gay sex to the sound of the Twin Peaks theme.
fucking someone who isn’t super experienced with sex>> like, they’re experienced, but they’ve never been taken care of the right way. spending time making sure they’re comfortable, settling between their legs during a make out session. hands start roaming and they’re clearly getting needy, its obvious in the way their hips roll up against you. you can practically feel how desperate they are, even through a few layers of clothes.
eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.
obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.
and suddenly, you’re taking care of them the way they deserve, the way everyone else before you didn’t. it’s like some sick form of corruption— because from that night on, all they’ll be able to think about when it gets late is the way your mouth felt on them. the way you made them come. something no one has done for them before. and all you can think about is the way they fucked your face, the obscene sounds when they were grinding against your tongue for relief.
Look, all I’m saying is that if I must be born with large hips, those hips should be used as handholds for trans women to bend me over and fuck me until I can only form single-word sentences, alright?
when I first started fencing I didn’t know what to wear so i’d just come straight from work and train in my dusty carhartts. Not great for range of motion but I think I was onto something with the look at least.
turn around for me. good puppy. close your eyes, let me blindfold you. now stay. stay.
whistle - come here puppy. whistle - come here. you can do it, you can find me. just listen to my voice, come here. you look so concentrated and adorable. come. such a good puppy, just follow my voice. there you go. oh you’re all wet and ready aren’t you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t help yourself, with your legs shaking, you can hardly keep yourself up, poor thing.
i got a new toy for you, go find it. fetch. getting warmer, good puppy, go on. colder now. warmer, warmer, colder, warmer, burning hot, there you go. now bring it here. no no no, in your mouth. make it fit. now drop it. good puppy. show me how you’d play with it. don’t be shy, show me. oh it just slips right in. get it all in like we’ve trained. listen to you whine as you take that knot deeper into you. keep it all in.
whistle - come. oh no you don’t get to walk anymore so your toy doesn’t slip out. be good and get on all fours. look at you, all whiny and pathetic, crawling on the floor. you’d be bumping into furniture if it wasn’t for me. heel. sit. sit pretty. does it feel good when you sit on it? you poor thing you’re all wet, even your thighs are soaking. keep it in and open your mouth. such a good puppy deserves a treat
I got that post workout, T-boy stink. Someone come enjoy it before I have to go shower.
Who wanna fuck me in an oversized band tee
can we as a queer kink community please bring back hanky code? can we please bring back flagging? and i mean this internationally. like can we agree on a modern updated code and please start flagging again? i want to flag at pride events and see fellow queers doing the same.
Okay, but I want to do it with a carabiner instead.
yeah sure, I'm a dog, but why does being a dog seem to always imply you're submissive?
what if i wanna be a dog who wears a collar not to attach a leash to it, but to make sure the spikes warn you against trying to grab my neck?
what if i wanna be a dog who's friendly and sweet towards smaller, bratty little puppies and even dogs much bigger and more intimidating than me, but growls and pins them down and clamps my teeth around their neck or whatever else i can fit in my mouth to let them know when they're getting too far out of line?
what if i wanna be a dog that's gentle and nurturing to those who need it but rough and unrelenting to those who need to be put in their place?
what if i wanna be a dog who uses whatever obedient hole he can find whenever he needs relief, barking and snarling as i rut into a pretty little thing until I'm satisfied?
a dog who's friendly, but refuses to let himself be owned?
what then?
that sex freak transsexual butch who wants to kick you in the stomach until you piss yourself will save you btw
normies will call it a "scalp massage" instead of admitting that they like being pet like a puppydog or perhaps a kitty
Happy “slap your boy’s ass then push him onto the bed and mount him from behind” day to all that celebrate
Thinking about holding an inexperienced puppy’s hips and guiding them to grind against my thigh. Listening to their sweet sighs as we find a rhythm together. Feeling them begin to take over, chasing their own pleasure just like I taught them
