Transsexual Hedonism

Trans dyke (she/her) in her mid 20’s THIS IS AN NSFW, 18+ BLOG Read the pinned post

[miss--liz]

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Hello! I’m Elizabeth. I’m a lesbian, polyamorous trans lady who loves me some devious shit. This is an NSFW blog so be aware of that thank you!

First, some rules, regulations, and opinions I hold and will regularly speak on.

Any and all scenarios presented here are done so with the understanding that, if it were done in real life, consent would have been established beforehand.

On that note, if you are someone who believes that the above (IE detailed and nuanced discussions of consent and boundaries before, during, and after a scene *of any kind*) is unnecessary or can be avoided, I sincerely and wholeheartedly wish you a tectonically slow and rippingly painful death.

final note on consent: some people are into things you will find gross. You are into things other people find gross. Kinkshaming, *regardless* of the kink in question, is fascist shit. Don’t do that.

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Just leave. I get it, sexual stuff doesn’t magically develop at 18 after being completely non-sexual before that. However, for my safety and comfort (and yours too) that stuff doesn’t fly here. If you follow me and you don’t have an age in your bio/in a pinned post, you’re getting blocked. Them’s the rules

i am fat. I like this about myself. I regularly post fat liberation. You will treat my body with respect.

Any division or attempt thereof between trans men and trans women (and NB folk and intersex folk and anyone who just isn’t cis) is fucking bait. It’s dumb discourse and I hate seeing it. We’re stronger together

on THAT note, words are made up and identity labels are something used to *approximate* the incredibly personally specific concept of identity. No one word will encapsulate why, how, who, or what you are. THEREFORE: policing people based on identity labels is pure and utter nonsense. Don’t do it.

My DM’s, askbox, etc are open! I love chatting and talking about all this freak shit with other people. If you wanna get flirty and sexy with it that’s fine and welcomed, but there are rules: I’m not a kink dispenser, I’m very stingy with pics, and if I don’t like you, I block with expediency.

final notes: TERFs, radfems, fascists, Nazis, conservatives of any flavor, trans-exclusionists, polyamory-haters, white cis gays who think they’re the authority on queer culture, and anyone else who makes living life harder for other people can eat shit. The block button is a close personal friend of mine and we both think you’re a loser.

Thank you for reading my little rant

Let the debauchery commence

[bekabfotbek193647291]

I'm sorry that happened to you, you didn't deserve that, no one deserves that I would burn the world to the ground if I could add even one moment of happiness to your past

I'll hold you as long as you need, it's OK, I've got you, you're safe in my arms if hurting others healed your pain I would bathe you in blood daily

I love you and I'm proud of you there is an inferno of anger within me and every day and every moment I fight to keep it in because I know what you need is comfort not more violence

[innumerable-eyes]

Ohh hey my corpse

Gods I still feel this one so strongly

[innumerable-voices]

My corpses corpse

Still one of the most real things I've ever said

[innumerable-tongues]

One day you too shall be a corpse and then I'll eat you and become the alpha Innumerable

[pr3ttypunisherr]

“if you want it you’re going to have to ask for it properly.”

watching you try. watching your mouth open and close. watching you look away.

“hey.” so soft. tipping your chin back toward me. “it’s just me. take your time.”

long pause. hands twisting in the sheets.

“whenever you’re ready baby.” not rushing. not pushing. waiting patiently.

“please.” barely audible.

“please what sweetheart? tell me what you need.”

swallowing. “please touch me. please i need you to touch me.”

“yeah?” so warm. stroking your cheek with my thumb. “there you go. that’s all i needed.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. “so proud of you for asking.”

you exhaling slowly. some of the shyness leaving your face.

taking my time. pressing kisses to your inner thigh. feeling you shiver. moving so slowly. making sure you feel every single one.

pressing the tip against you gently. not pushing in. just resting there. feeling you shift toward me slightly.

“what do you want baby…?” so soft.

“please.” immediately.

“i know.” so patient. so gentle. “i know sweetheart. tell me.”

“please i want you inside me.” rushed. quiet. still a little shy about it.

“okay.” said reassuringly. “okay baby. i’ve got you.”

pressing in so slowly.

the sound you make.

“i know.” voice low and gentle. pressing deeper. taking so much time with it. feeling you stretch around me slowly. feeling you grip me immediately. “i know. just breathe for me. i’ve got you. i’m right here.”

bottoming out. going completely still.

just holding you there. one hand warm on your hip. the other stroking up and down your side.

“you okay?”

nodding. eyes closed.

“take your time.” pressing a kiss to your shoulder. your collarbone. “we’re not in a rush. just feel me.”

you exhaling slowly. body relaxing incrementally.

“there you go.” so soft. “there you are.”

starting to move. so gently. slow easy rolls that press deep and pull back and press deep again. feeling you melt into it immediately.

“feel good?”

“yes.” barely a whisper. “yes mommy.”

“good.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. still moving. “that’s all i want. just want you to feel good.”

working you slow. taking so much time. feeling every small response. the way your breathing changes. the way your hands find my arms and hold on softly. the way you make that small sound when something feels especially good.

staying right there when you do. not moving from it.

“right there?” so soft.

“yes— please yes—”

“okay baby.” keeping exactly that pace. exactly that angle. “i’ve got you. i’m staying right there.”

feeling you get closer slowly. the way your grip tightens slightly. the way your hips start to move with me without meaning to.

“you’re doing so well.” pressing a kiss to your temple. “so perfectly. feel how good you’re taking it.”

“mommy—” voice breaking slightly. “mommy it feels so good—”

“i know.” so warm. hand finding yours. lacing your fingers together. squeezing gently. “i know sweetheart. just let it feel good. you don’t have to do anything else.”

working you steadier now. feeling you get closer and closer. the sounds you’re making getting softer and more desperate at the same time.

“i’ve got you.” pressing a kiss to your hair. “i’m right here. i’ve got you.”

getting you right to the edge.

slowing just slightly.

a soft desperate sound. “please— mommy please i’m so close—”

“i know baby.” so gentle. pressing a kiss to your cheek. your jaw. “i know you are. you’re doing so beautifully.” stroking your hair back from your face. “can you ask me one more time? just once more.”

you looking up at me. eyes wet. so open. so trusting. “please mommy.” so quiet. so earnest. “please i need to cum. please.”

“okay sweetheart.” starting again. fully. giving you everything. “okay. i’ve got you. let go for me. i’m right here.”

feeling you fall apart.

the way your whole body softens and shudders at the same time. the way you hold onto me. the way you say mommy so quietly while it happens like you just need to know i’m still here.

“i’m here.” not stopping. working you through every wave. “i’m right here baby. i’ve got you.”

staying with you through all of it.

after. when you’ve gone soft and still. when your breathing is slow and your grip on my hand has loosened into something gentle.

pulling you close. your face finding my neck.

pressing a kiss to your temple.

holding you there for a long moment.

then pulling back slightly. cupping your face in both hands. looking at you properly.

“hi.”

a small soft smile. “hi.”

pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“you did so well.” cooed at you. “i’m so so proud of you baby”

you tucking your face back into my neck.

keeping you close. rubbing your back slow.

“i’ve got you.” pressing one more kiss to your hair.

“i’ve got you.”

[sapphling]

making a fat partner feel consistently small & delicate during sex does actually invariably get you into heaven

[frostops]

yeah the hero lead our whole party into a forcefem dungeon so thats why we're all girls now. to be honest its fine. we're all happier this way, but it has messed with out synergy. our knight turned into a shortstack and now her old armor doesnt fit, but she refuses to buy a new and just uses her shield to defend herself. it works but her tunic leaves nothing to the imagination and its really fucking distracting

[frostops]

our cleric is dealing with the fact that it was only so easy to keep up her vow of chastity because she hated the idea of having sex as a man. we keep telling her that her magic has nothing to do with not having sex but i guess its a lot of shame to unlearn. unfortunately she is REALLY horny and keeps getting lost in fantasy and thinking out loud while healing us.

[frostops]

the hero is the worst of it. shes mostly normal until we're fighting any women, and then shes so eager to give up. she starts acting like we have no chance and we need to give up and surrender. then she starts taking off her armor and clothes. she often does this after taking out any men we're fighting on her own so no one really buys, but they're so confused im able to blast any one left with magic, but i dont whats gonna happen if she does this with a woman i cant take out.

[frostops]

No, I am NOT jealous that im the only one the forcefem dungeon left "flat chested." Im not even flat! I have b cups!

[translizardhorns]

"I wish you were born differently," she tells you, two beers in. You look confused; she continues.

"I wish you had been born my sister so I could have had you from the start. None of those dipshit boyfriends who treated you like shit. None of those idiot girlfriends who were garbage. Just us. I would have kept you safe from all of that. You could have been my little sister, you know?"

She's already drunk, leaning against you for stability.

"I guess," she says "at least now I finally have you so we can do this." She pulls you into a drunken kiss, her lips taste like alcohol and her watermelon chapstick.

"Fuck it, you're my sister now." She says. She must have meant girlfriend, right?

[deadeyed-dykething]

hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.

[k1ntsug1-r0b0t-g1rl]

girl who came way harder than expected to a really sappy audio calling her a dumb puppy

[k1ntsug1-r0b0t-g1rl]

it's me, im girls guh that one really got me wow

[k1ntsug1-r0b0t-g1rl]

girl who is going through some sort of crisis: yea idk being taken care of and told not to worry and being told im loved just really does it for me, who knows why

[puppyevie]

You got the sauce for that one? 👀

[k1ntsug1-r0b0t-g1rl]

https://www.reddit.com/r/GWASapphic/comments/1tv26em/f4ff4tfgetting_drunk_with_your_tall_best/

[unicornthots]

im a femme and i take my job very seriously!!! (being butch eye candy)

[corruptedbyhim]

Deep breaths. I could wrap my hand around your throat. That’s easy. Anyone can do that. But physical dominance is boring to me because it doesn’t require anything from you other than being smaller and weaker. And that’s just what you are. That doesn’t take much effort on your part.

What actually satisfies me is telling you to stop breathing and watching you do it.

Just my voice and the fact that you’ll listen. Hold your breath when my cock is inside you. Breathe when I pull out. That’s the rule. It’s simple. Your lungs are on my schedule now.

And I’m edging, so we’re going to be at this a while. Don’t waste the little windows of air between strokes. You’ll learn the rhythm of me pretty quickly. When I push in you hold. When I pull out you gasp. push in, hold. pull out, gasp. Your whole respiratory system synced to how I like to fuck. Eventually you won’t even think about it. Your body will just know.

As you can probably imagine, the part I like most is the holding. When I’m deep in you and I just stay there, and you’re holding your breath because those are the rules and I can feel the effects of your lungs burning through your whole body. Your legs start kicking a little. You’re squirming under me because you’re desperate for air, but I’m in no hurry, so you don’t get any. You’re torturing yourself to please me. I’m not even doing anything. I’m just inside you, still, watching you suffer on my cock because I told you to. And you will. You’ll hold on until I decide to pull back and give you life.

I could just choke you, sure. I could be a brute about it. But having you suffocate yourself because I asked is so much better. That’s the thing that actually gets me off. Having your loyalty to me tested against your body’s will to live, and knowing I’m winning.

[pansyfemme]

wanting is deeply humiliating so ive decided that i dont need anything ever again

[ace-trainer-alice]

You're on your first date with her and she's telling you about yourself.

"Plus, in any case, it's been really interesting. Finally getting an up close look at all the little details that make up the thing we call 'you'. Getting to see all the ways you move, all the ways you react, all the ways you think. What makes you tick. So many things try to tell me they don't emote much but it's never really true. It's just that some things don't know themselves very well at all."

An eclipsed planet with a green ring looks upon you. With her eyes so close, it's difficult to pay attention to what she's saying. Her gaze is a laser sight moving across your body. Sometimes you find yourself just sinking into it. An imaginary hot spot you brain calculates the exact position of. Losing yourself in the strength of her vision. Feel the warmth of her gaze run up and down your dress. Feel it collect around your tapping feet, around your bouncing knee, around your hands struggling to find a stable position. When her gaze returns to your face, you stumble out an affirmative nodding. Move slow to not lose the position of her eyes. Can't let her see you without you seeing her.

"Ah. Don't worry, I can do all the talking for a bit if it's too hard for you to speak right now. You really are way too nervous around me. Your stimming is adorable, by the way. I like that one post about bouncing knees like a tail wagging, even if the purpose is slightly different. Though, your hands tell a more interesting story. Don't like to play with the silverware? Or just thinking about doing something with them but keep restraining yourself? It's okay, I don't bite. Well. I do bite but I'll make you beg for it first. As is proper. I see you're barely even moving your lips. I wonder what's going on on that head of yours. I guess I'll have to take a look?"

It's easy for you to get lost in her voice. Too much hypnotic association, and you can tell she likes to hear herself speak. Her gaze was clinging to your face as she talked and a part of you wishes she looked away. Her eyes upon your own. Like a queen pinned to a king, any motion would be a blunder. Wondering what she sees in your expression. What she gets from the pin. Seeing how confident she is as she smiles while looking at what she sees. It's easy to get lost in her gaze at the same time. And then she looks away at the rest of your body and you panic like you need to worry about what she's seeing there as well. What information she extracts.

"I do love your thinking face. It's fun watching you alternate between pondering my words and enjoying my voice. Every once in a while I see you prepare your lips to talk before deciding against it. Priming the words under your lips is always cute. Did you notice you bounce your legs less while I'm talking? Your eyes do wander a bit more when my topic bores you but it's easy to keep you on track. But they don't really wander at all if my eyes are on them. You're really so adorable like this. So much to see in you. Things like you bleed information, dripping from countless invisible wounds onto the tile floor."

You dressed up nice for her. Not a new dress but your favorite one. Shaped to show off the parts of your body you like. A little assertion of control and power through selfhood. Confidence. Yet now you feel even more naked. Her eyes did wander across your curves earlier but now they cling to your joints and your face. Like she's watching you to see where you move and when. It's hard not to want to freeze under such conditions but whenever you do she just waits. Pauses until you move again, and smiles at you. Like she's enjoying your paralysis.

"But it's just as much fun watching you shrink into yourself as I talk about you. The direct attention just a bit too much for you, by the looks of it. I can see you lowering your head a little and pulling your arms into your sides. Making yourself small before a predator? I always wonder if toys like you realize you're doing it. Sometimes you get this idea in your head that you don't react, or that everything you do is a performance. Well, is it?"

She's grinning at you even more now. Eyes bending down towards you. Hair splayed out across the shoulders of her top like ten thousand strings reaching out to ten thousand puppets. Hands resting on the table with one finger occasionally tapping in an off rhythm. But it's hard to truly see much except her eyes. It's very hard to look away from any part of her at all. So all you see is her smiling at you. Then eventually you realize she's waiting for your answer.

(She doesn't speak in the gap. Is that a kindness, or for her own amusement? The silence is its own threat. Untempered glass waiting to be broken into knives raining upon you.)

It takes you several minutes to collect yourself. Pull yourself out of her gaze. Close your eyes. Ignore the feeling of her watching you put yourself together. Breathe in and hold. Ignore the feeling that she finds your little rituals amusing. Breathe out and release. Ignore the feeling that nothing has really changed. Until you're back and together.

And then, you speak the first words you've spoken in ten odd minutes. And so, gradually the conversation shifts back into a conversation.

[drowsy-corpsegirl]

The Dom should be praised too

[drowsy-corpsegirl]

Take care of your doms. Praise them. Make them feel cared for and loved. Or you don't deserve them.

[drowsy-corpsegirl]

This applies doubly, x10 tbh, to transfemme doms. You NEED to be nice to her, you NEED to let her know she is doing a good job. That transfemme dom might have a lot of issues with her self worth, she may have been used up and left a discarded husk so many times.

Sorry but I got sick of scrolling through the notes on this on desktop and seeing all the red usernames marked by shinigami eyes reblogging this.

I'm a transfemme dom and I'm proud of it. Take care of us. Love us.

[drowsy-corpsegirl]

And then no one reblogged this version

[pr3ttypunisherr]

aww. look at the mess you made. and you’re not even embarrassed about it, are you? too far gone to care. too focused on how good it feels to notice how desperate you look right now.

that’s what i like about you when you get like this. no walls. no composure. just you.. completely open and needy and so easy to read. i know exactly what you want. i know exactly what you need. and i’m going to make you ask for it properly before you get any of it.

watching you try to hold yourself together. the way you keep shifting. keep pressing your thighs together. looking for friction that isn’t coming. looking at me like i’m supposed to just give it to you. like that’s how this works.

“please.” barely coherent already. hips shifting. hands reaching for me.

moving them back. placing them at your sides. “no. stay.”

you whimpering. too far gone for embarrassment.

“look at you.” so soft. so warm. cupping your face with both hands. tilting it up. making you look at me properly. “so gone already. so sweet like this.” thumbs stroking your cheeks slow. watching your eyes flutter. “you have no idea how you pathetic and needy you look right now, do you?”

shaking your head. not really processing words anymore.

“that’s what i thought.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. gentle. tender. the kind of tenderness that has something underneath it. “my poor baby.” pulling back. looking at you with a specific look. the one that’s warm and patient and watching everything. “you’re so deep in it and we’ve barely even started.”

watching your breath catch at that.

“please.” again. smaller this time. more broken.

“i heard you the first time.” not moving. just watching. “the answer is the same. use your words. tell me exactly what you need.”

you trying. mouth opening. closing. opening again. “i need— i want— please i just need you to—”

“to what.” so patient. so calm.

“please touch me. please i need— please mommy please i’m so—”

“so what?” leaning in slightly. like i’m genuinely curious. like i want to hear you say it.

“so wet.” barely audible. “please i’m so wet and i need— please mommy please i can’t—”

“can’t what?” tilting my head. eyes on your face. not letting you off the hook.

“i can’t take it anymore. please. please i need you to touch me please mommy please—”

“aww.” so soft. so cooing. pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose. every kiss so gentle. so sweet. hands still cupping your face. “there you go. look at that. you had the words the whole time.”

you whimpering at my words.

“such a good girl.” thumbs stroking your cheeks. “asking so nicely. being so good for me.” watching something in your expression go even softer at the praise. “see? that’s all you had to do.”

finally moving. one hand sliding down slowly. finding you.

pausing.

“oh.” so quiet. so measured. fingers pressing just slightly. feeling exactly how wet you are. the warmth of it. “look at that.” looking up at you. “you really weren’t exaggerating were you.”

you whining slightly. hips pressing toward my hand desperately. trying to get more pressure. trying to get anything.

not giving it yet.

“i know.” so gentle. hand still. fingers barely moving. “i know baby. i feel it.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. “you’ve been so patient haven’t you…? sitting here being so good and getting so worked up and not saying anything.”

nodding frantically.

“poor thing.” said so sweetly. so tenderly. “so desperate and trying so hard to be good about it.”

starting to move. barely. just enough to feel. watching your whole body respond immediately.

“there you go.” so warm. so encouraging. “just feel good. you’re doing so well.”

working you slow. taking my time. learning exactly what makes your hips jerk. what makes your breath catch. finding all of it deliberately. memorizing it. using it.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

the sound you make.

“shhh.” pressing a kiss to your temple. rubbing your back. soothing. caring. “i know. i know it’s a lot.”

“please—” grabbing at me. “please i was so close please don’t stop please mommy—”

“i know you were.” hand rubbing slow circles on your hip now. no longer where you need it. “you were doing so well too.”

“please.” tears running down your cheeks. “please i’ll be so good please i just need—”

“you are being good.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. catching a tear with my thumb. examining it almost. then looking back at you. “that’s not why i stopped.”

watching your face try to process that.

“i stopped because i wanted to.” so simple. so matter of fact. “because i like watching you like this. because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate.” cupping your face again. looking at you properly. “and because i can.”

you staring at me. completely at my mercy. aware of it now in a way you weren’t before.

“still with me?” so soft. so gentle.

nodding. barely.

“good girl.” pressing a kiss to your mouth. slow and warm. “good. because i’m going to take such good care of you.” pulling back just enough to look at you. that look again. warm and patient and watching everything. “in exactly the way i want to.”

[winged-void]

you know I never thought about it but "tch..." is definitely a form of pouting

[winged-void]

tch is hmph for girls who devote 25% or more of their brain's processing power to figuring out how best to look like they don't care.

[erisprincipiadiscordia]

[deadeyed-dykething]

hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.