My name is Minnie, I'm a poly nonbinary transfem, married to the amazing @bethetiesthatbind
I write mediocre science fiction and good erotica.
I am a service top to a fault, I'll basically try anything my partners ask, at least once
My stories: Zero-G, an untitled intimacy, a brief tryst with a fairy, and more to come!
My ongoing werewolf story starts at That Time of the Month, the Next Month, the third month on the island, and now includes a short story about seeing little green fairies
My pictures are all tagged with #minnie's pix
DMs and asks are open; feel free to make writing requests and I'll try to accommodate.
Fascists, antisemites, TERFs, and Zionist apologists will be hunted for sport
Celebrated my anniversary with my domme with my hands cuffed behind my head and getting used like a dildo until It came in Its hand and smeared it all over my face and mouth
I didn't even get to suck It off, the closest I got was eating Its ass before It rode me
You should be able to say âdonât touch meâ to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something itâs this
most men have two fuckable holes. some men have three. but, against all odds, julius caesar (100 BC to 44 BC) managed to amass an astounding 25 holes by the time of his death
Being a switch kinda sucks bc people think that means they get to choose what role youâre in instead of having a fluctuating preference. They think it means they are entitled to one side of you and burdened by the other.
The greatest transgression in kink isnât doing things that society thinks is freak behavior, itâs doing things that you would never accept as a hegemonic standard in society yet still want to do in your own microcosm with someone
You find a fairy dancing naked in the woods. They're beautiful and inhuman; you know it's of the fey at first glance.
They see you, invite you to join in their dance. It quickly becomes intimate, close. You don't even notice your clothes falling away, garment by garment.
You're so hot, you need them to fuck you. You bend over and they slide their cock in easily. The alien body is hot and cold at the same time. You lose track of time as they pound you -- the fey are known to make time behave strangely. You lose count of how many times you cum -- there's a reason the fey are so seductive.
You get to your knees, begging to finish them with your mouth. They oblige, and you lose yourself in the act of service to your lover. After an unknown time, they cum in your mouth. They don't tell you to swallow, but you're a good sub so you don't even think before you gulp it down.
You feel a change, the air grows warm, the sky shows twilight when moments ago it was day.
You forgot that you're not supposed to eat anything the fey give you. You ate their cum and that was the last meal you'll ever have in the mortal world.
well, despite the shitshow of my life, I did get to do a needle demo yesterday. very cool stuff. Notes are under the cut for the squeamish
- on the bottoming side: I have no phobia of the needle aspect, but the fear of pain or mishap was pretty intense. It was not actually all that painful, except I got one bad one. Often times the exit was more painful than the entry.
- I anticipated it being worse when people were going slowly, but it was totally fine. I felt better about it when it was slow because it felt like the inexperienced piercer was using more control. that being said, the experienced piercer was able to throw those things in me like nothing, which was nicest
- the piercers were very good about waiting for me to say go, and then giving me a countdown. Felt very good to be able to take a deep breath or two and have them wait patiently. It gave me a sense of control, that was immediately relinquished as they put a fucking needle in my body. The light push/pull of control was great.
- fucking awesome to touch the needles in my skin and fuck with them. extremely cool sensation. the pain was a radiant ache, with sparkles of stinging when I was fucking a needle.
- the needle that was very painful to insert was also a bleeder when it came out. fascinating. We werenât doing blood play for this demo but I felt the draw for sure
- when it was my turn to pierce, it was sooo much easier to pierce using the needle cap to press down on the targeted exit than it was to pinch the skin
- much easier than I thought it would be actually! hey did you know? Your flesh is weak to tiny blades.
- the teacher recommended learning this as an ambidextrous skill, which I think will be easier for me since Iâm left handed and already have to switch a lot of skills.
- I was expecting this to be much more harrowing than it actually was. It was extremely positive and even tho I was flop sweating while i was being pierced, I didnât feel like it was an ordeal the way that like, the dentist is an ordeal.
- at the same time it did make me feel vulnerable in a way that surprised me. Getting reassurance and praise from a scene partner actually significantly impacted my feelings, which is rare for me when Iâm bottoming. I also enjoyed being fussed over, which is another rarity for me.
- wow. Blood. The blood part of this barely crossed my mind prior to the demo, but when I had the bleeder, the sensation, the warmth, and the visceral red were astonishing.
- The process of pinching and prodding someoneâs flesh to know where will be a good place to insert. Wow. really good. The clinical aspect was reeeeally fun.
I'm not a masochist (or a sadist really, I just play one on TV), but my domme is very much into giving and receiving needle play. I've topped for needle play with It before, and I was starting to actually enjoy doing it, but then It and I agreed that It was the domme and we haven't done anything since then.
Once It put a few staples in my leg, which was definitely not my thing, but yr post is making me think that maybe I'll ask It to put some needles in me, just to see. I know It will have fun doing that
Remembering when you were taken home by a handsome butch at a party
Requested by @hornytransgirljenni
You're not sure how you got here, but you can't complain.
That's not true. You know exactly how you got here, and you know that even if you knew how you'd end up, you wouldn't change a single thing about it.
Your collar is so pretty, your bed is so cozy, your master is so good to you.
You can feel yourself getting hard just thinking about when you first met her, all those months agoâŠ
You were at a house party, you weren't sure even then whose house it was. But the music was inoffensive, the drinks were tolerable, and it was exciting to be out and about in your new city. A friend told you about the party, but you still hadn't seen them, so instead you mill about, chatting with strangers. It's surprising, normally you're dreadfully shy, but maybe it's the drinks, maybe it's the warm summer evening, maybe it's just the euphoria of being somewhere new, where nobody knows who you were.
Eventually, you found yourself alone, standing by the bathroom door. You didn't need to use it you just wanted an excuse to leave a conversation with a guy giving you weird vibes. So you excused yourself, went upstairs and waited for your turn. By the time you're next in line, you noticed someone standing next to you, probably also waiting. You turned to say hi, and found yourself staring up at the most handsome woman you've ever seen in your life.
She's at least a head taller than you, wearing a ragged but colorful necktie over a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled just below her elbows. Her dark hair was cut short; you were getting tired of the ubiquitous undercut, but she wore it like it was designed with her in mind. And her smile was so broad, you couldn't help but smile back.
âHi,â she said, holding out her hand. âI'm Ash.â
âJenâŠJenniâ you stammered, taking her hand to shake.
âYou new in town? I haven't seen you around, but you look like you belong in this crowd.â
âYeah, just moved in last month. A friend told me about this party, Molly, but I haven't seen them.â
âMollyâŠâ she tapped her chin. âRedhead? Bit taller than you, wears those silly hats?â
âThat's them,â you confirmed.
âI saw them earlier but they ran off, said they weren't feeling great. Does that mean you're here all by yourself?â You nod. âWell that's no good. C'mon, lemme fix you a drink.â
âWhat about the bathroom?â
âNeither of us have to go.â You raise an eyebrow, and she continues âI saw you escape a conversation you didn't wanna be in, and I wanted to make a new friend. So let me make you a drink with whatever swill they put out.â
You followed her to the kitchen, swept up in the excitement of New friend! Is hot! She poked around at the bottles, grumbling until finding two that seem satisfactory, then to the fridge, then back to the bottles, then eventually she handed you a drink. It was alarming blue, but you took a sip anyway. It was the best thing you've ever tasted. Your eyes grew wide and she laughed, âI swear there's no way I could make that exact drink again ever in my life.â Despite this devastating news, you had to stop yourself from chugging it down all at once.
She guided you back out of the kitchen to a spot outside by the fence. You chatted with her for quite a bit, telling her about why you moved to town, learning about all the gossip. You got lost in the sound of her voice, and you barely noticed her moving ever closer. You felt the drink catching up to you, and by the time she started talking about the local kink club, you were quite a bit tipsy, and you couldn't stop yourself from stammering out a request for her to take you there to see it.
That smile again. You were ready to follow her anywhere the first time you saw it, but by then you almost lost yourself in it. You didn't mind how close she got, and you felt your knees shake when she put her arm by your head against the fence, leaned down to your ear and whisper, âwhy don't I take you to see my place first?â Eyes wide, you nodded frantically. She laughed and took your hand, you barely noticed getting into a taxi and following her into her small townhouse.
But you definitely notice the way she grabs you and pushes you up against the door after locking it.
Fuck, you didn't expect it but you definitely wanted it.
âI've been thinking about this since I saw you, and I know you were too.â You nodded softly and she leaned down and kissed you hard, pushing your head firmly against the door. Her breath was hot and spicy and boozy and her hands pressing you to the door were the only things keeping you upright. Your knees buckled as her tongue pressed past your lips, and you lost yourself in her exploration of you.
When she finally came up for air, you were in a daze. You can see the deep red of your lipstick all around her mouth and it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. âfuck,â you whispered, and she cocked an eyebrow, âyeah, you want that, little girl?â
You nodded, and she grabbed you by the ass and picked you up like you were a bag of groceries. You wrapped your legs around her and you kept kissing until she tossed you onto the couch, your dress all askew. She leaned down to kiss you again, one hand by your head on the back of the couch, the other fumbling with her belt. You moved to help and when you finally undid the waistband you felt her smile against you, and she whispered âgood girlâ ever so softly into your mouth.
Her pants slid down, revealing tight black boxer briefs. She glanced down to your waist. âI'll show you mine if you show me yours,â she said with a smile and you scrambled to throw your panties away, your cock already so hard. âSo eager, I love to see it. I hope you can keep up the enthusiasm, little girl, cuz first you've got a job to do.â She pulled down her shorts to reveal her dark curls, and you could smell how excited she was. âCome and give daddy a kiss.â
She put her hand on the back of your head, put one leg up on the couch and pulled you between her thighs.
She tasted sweet and musky and sour. She tasted like heaven. Her fingers laced through your hair and she pulled it tight when your tongue moved against her clit, both of you moaning as you gleefully undertook your service.
You lost track of time, but you didn't care. She kept muttering praise and instructions, pulling your hair to move you around to satisfy her more. By the time your mouth and tongue were starting to become too stiff, she pulled you tight one last time and a flood of musk filled your mouth and she groaned loudly.
âThat's a good tongue you've got there,â she panted, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, âI think I'll keep you.â Your cock twitched at this, you were so enthralled with the handsome older woman who had happily taken you to her bed. She loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, and your eyes followed her hands as the fabric parted, revealing the line of fuzz trailing up her belly. She had very nice hands; long fingers, well defined knuckles. You could see she was strong, and you ached to feel her hold you.
âTake off your dress, little girl. Let daddy get a good look at you,â she said once she shrugged off her shirt, leaving her naked save for her colorful necktie; the wide knot rested between her small breasts, drawing your eye. It was too precise to not be practiced, but it was all the more appreciated for the effort put into it.
You pulled off your dress, lifting just a bit to get the hem past your butt, and toss it to the side, hoping it landed near your panties. Ash made a satisfied sound before motioning for you to take off your bra. You comply, throwing it in the same direction as your other clothes. She lets out a low whistle of appreciation, a huge grin splitting her face. âDamn girl, you grew those yourself?â You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with her. You can only see her legs move closer until she straddles you on the couch, and she pulls your hair back so you look up at her face as she slowly lowered herself. For a split second, you thought she was about to sit on your dick, but no luck; she sat just in front, and pressed you between your bellies. She could tell what you were thinking. âNo, baby, you don't get to fuck me like that so soon.â She ran the thumb not holding your hair across your lip and asked âbut you trust that I'll take care of you, don't you?â At your nod, she slid her thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it. She held your gaze for a long time as she moved her finger in and out of your mouth. Eventually, her other hand moved between you; she gripped your shaft and started to stroke.
âThis is niceâ she says, and you agree, âmm-hmmâ. âSuch a nice, pretty girlcock you have.â Your daddy clearly knew how to handle it; just the right amount of pressure and twist and pull, the occasional thumb against the head. When you felt a climax coming, she could tell; at the slightest throb, her hand stopped, thumb pressing tight against the base. The pressure in your womanhood built slowly, steadily, inexorably. The whole while, she kept praising you, calling you her good girl, celebrating your tits, saying how much she loved to watch you drool over her, promising a place in her bed, a life of pleasure.
Eventually, she stopped stroking you, but the pressure on your member stays firm. Her thumb pulled out from your mouth and she got up and pulled you with her by the cock to a full-length mirror by an inside door. She walked around, wrapping her arm around you and stood you between her and the mirror. Your makeup is ruined; lipstick irreparably smudged, mascara starting to run, blush almost entirely wiped away by drool. She wrapped her free hand around your throat and starts to stroke. âLook at how beautiful you are, Jenni. You're going to make such a good pet.â Her strokes picked up speed, her grip around your neck tightened. Your vision gradually tunnels, the only thing you can see being your faces: her sharp, handsomeness warped by an evil grin, your hormone-rounded features turning pink as you are denied fresh air.
Your vision narrows and narrows until your eyes roll back in your head as the pleasure grows. She holds you up as she strokes, and you hear her gasp as the pressure between your legs reached a zenith and you explode, cum splattering on the glass.
Her grip around your throat slackened and she guides your down to your knees. âBe a good girl for me and clean that up, won't you? Daddy has something to get, I'll be right back.â You nodded and crawled forward, mouth open, and you began to lick your warm, sticky cum off the cold glass. You lost yourself in the task, the musky saltiness of your pleasure tasting so different from hers.
When she came back, you had almost finished. âOh, goodness, you are so thorough. I'm going to give you a reward.â You looked up, and she held something behind her back. âStand on your knees for me, close your eyes.â You comply, and you feel her hands move around your neck. Something cool tightened around you, and then you heard a click.
âLook in the mirror, baby girl. See what daddy gave you.â
You turned around to see a deep red leather collar, tight around your neck. You felt around it and noticed the lock. It looked like you found your new place in life.
god im so. stupidly gay. i just. if you saw what i saw, felt what i felt. if your lips and tongue brushed across the same as mine, i think you would understand my madness.
