It's interesting seeing that post get attention 'cause I think it's like the laziest possible description of what I think is like the single most common fantasy among my trans friends
Like. The context varies.
You're at your friend's house and you've been planning this for weeks. It was a bit of work to get everyone here at the same time. Make your way to the bedroom and get comfortable. Clean, familiar sheets warm against your almost naked body. The blindfold you brought with you that perfectly fits the shape of your face. Pillows arranged beneath you so however you writhe you're surrounded by soft fluff.
Or maybe you're at a party with people you barely know. An ecstasy of vibrant rhythms and bright colors. You're dancing with your friend who invited you when they mention they have a surprise and they usher you upstairs. Away from it, the muffled quiet is loud. The bed's unfamiliar but, like, it's a bed you've seen those before. This VR Headset, on the other hand, you absolutely have not seen anything like. At least not up close. Your friend ushers you to try it out and they sound so excited so you put it on right away. You feel stupid 'cause of course it's just black. Then you feel your friend's hand snake around. Click. Then you just start seeing pink.
Wait no, you were at your friend's house earlier. You had just finished a long day at work and she had offered to drive you home and you said yes. The car ride was cozy but busy there was so much stuff in the seats. It took her like five minute to undo all the locks on her door. Then you had a really nice conversation about feminism and political action. While you were rambling about the newest discourse she brought out the drinks. Sweet bubbly purple something fancies. it gets blurry from there. Now the world is sideways for some reason and your hands are behind your back and it's not very comfortable. Also your mouth has tape on it that's starting to itch. Your legs can't move very well. There's something on your ankles. At least the plushies all over the bed mean you're not too uncomfortable.
Then, whether you can see them or not, whether you can move or not, whether you know who it is or not. Whether you're awake and aware and consenting or in a drugged trance not quite sure what's happening. The door opens, and in they walk.
Friends or strangers. One sided lusts or mutual plans. In groups or alone. Sequential or simultaneous. But in any case you're in no position to worry about that. You're distracted by excitement or fear, by bondage physical or mental, by arousal true or treacherous.
And then, the moment that fantasies are written about.
The feeling of hands against your body. Fingers indenting your skin. Tapping along your sides. Pulling at your hair. Teasing you where you're sensitive. Grabbing and groping you to show you off. People talking about you like you're not really there because you aren't really are you? One hand scratches while another caresses. You lose track of the fingers. Is that a tongue? Feeling your few remaining clothes be removed.
How many places can you be touched at once before you lose track of your own body? Being the center of attention and yet totally objectified. A free use conversation piece. Or maybe you're being asked about your work while your mouth is put to better use and you can't really answer. What other use do you have like this? Isn't it special to know you're loved?
