So there I was, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, at a polyamorous trans lesbian house indulging in carnal pleasures with everyone present. One of them had told me they were “free use” and the others joyfully chimed in, “I’m free use too, Stacy!” Oh the delight of being a DommeTop in a world of subby bottoms! I had asked around about any other DTF trans girls in the area, and was told there was another polyamourous trans lesbian household about 2 hours away, in a small rural town. Some of them were very popular, best selling models. I was also told these girls were “kind of problematic.” The only problem was, I had flown there, and I did not have a car with me.
This hurdle was quickly hurdled when one of the problematic girls offered to drive down and bring me up there to stay with them for a few days. Driving 2 hours alone in a car with a potentially problematic person I’ve never met, what could go wrong? Stuck in the middle of rural Wisconsin for days on end with no transportation, while also being trans? Surely this would turn out fine. I had my apprehensions but if there’s 2 things I love more than having objectively correct political opinions, its banging hotties and making money. So of course I went. The drive wasn’t too bad. I found out that Lindsay and I (names have been changed for my protection) had a lot in common, and plenty to talk about, like the industry and trans girl things.
Nervous about meeting new people, I had dolled myself up really cute. On my arrival I had met everyone there. They were all subby bottoms of course. We were on the patio chatting when she pulled up with her Daddy (the financial backer of their whole lewd operation). As Claire walked up to the group, we locked eyes. Both of us immediately felt the potential for passion, lying in wait like a calm lion stalking a herd of gazelle. There was a little light flirting. She complimented my dress. I said I liked her hair. Quickly I realized she was a strong-willed woman, sarcastic, and a bit of a smart-aleck. It appeared as though she was the resident Top, keeping all these bottoms in line.
I could see that it could be quite a chaotic household at times, with the girls going through their own interpersonal dramas, stress from work, and hosting regular visitors like myself. The things I admired about Claire were her ability to hold it all together, and the respect she commanded from others. She was cocky and arrogant, but never in a way that looked down on me as inferior. She may have teased me and cracked jokes, but the underlying message was that I was on her level. I was given the tour of the house and shown where I would be sleeping. In my forward not-so-subtle style, I commented that Claire’s bed looked very comfortable and asked if I could sleep in there instead. Her reply was, “well I don’t know how my Daddy would feel about that.”
Later that evening, Daddy, Claire and I were relaxing on the couch watching a show. Claire said that both political parties were full of shit. Of course I couldn’t disagree there. Bu itt was 2019 and they were still making jokes about Hillary Clinton’s emails (a 2015 dead horse the right couldn't get enough of), so I don’t really know how “centrist” you can be at that point. This political chat made me want to vomit only slightly. I was a guest in their house, and they had been very hospitable, so I bit my tongue. I think they probably had had some sort of private conversation about me beforehand because for some reason, the topic of group sex was broached.
Daddy proposed that He and I DP Claire. I was super not into this exploitative old white cis man, but I figured with a DP, Claire would be the center of attention, and I really wouldn’t have to do much with him. So I said, “that could be fun.” He asked Claire if she wanted to be the meat in a Stacy/Daddy sandwich, and she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I slept on an air mattress in the living room alone.
Over the next few days, I managed to film with everyone in the household but Claire (and definitely not Daddy eww). They even brought in outside talent from the next town over. It wasn’t that Claire and I didn’t want to film together, that’s just how scheduling had worked out. We had also not had a moment alone. One the day before I was about to leave, Daddy had to go on a work trip, and the other roommates had to go to work. We had the place all to ourselves. As we were getting ready to film some scenes, I asked her what her sign was. She told me that she was a sagittarius, and that no one had ever asked her that before. A full grown woman, in the middle of a bunch of queer relationships, and not a single person had asked her sign before??? The reality of gay existence situated in rural Wisconsin truly boggled my mind.
The shoot went amazingly well. Explosive chemistry was there just as I had expected. The days spent in close proximity exchanging furtive glances only heightened the flavor, in the same way a marinara aroma fills a Catholic grandmother’s kitchen, simmering all day long. She was juicy, full-bodied, a little tart, slightly acidic, but with a sweetness that tied it all together and made you keep coming back for more. After the final cumshot, I turned off the lights and cameras. We stayed in that bed cuddling for what seemed like hours, talking about our lives, our hopes and our dreams. While I couldn’t agree on her political views, it made sense to me why she thought like that after living the life she did. I saw in her someone doing her best to support the people she loved with what life had given her.. Normally I would have seen her as a hated enemy that I despised, but I felt compassion for her in that moment. It wasn’t my place to change her political outlook, I was merely a temporary guest in her holes and home.
Seeing how Daddy would be gone that night, and Claire would have the bedroom all to herself, I asked if I could sleep in there with her. She told me that she would absolutely love that, except she wasn’t sure how Lindsay would feel about it. “Maybe both of you could sleep in here with me?” she proposed. Lindsay got home from work, and had drank a couple of beers after her shift. She was sitting on the toilet peeing with the door open, and I saw it as maybe the only opportunity to speak with her one-on-one. I asked if I could come in, and closed the door. I made some saucy joke about watching her pee and it being one of our fetishes.
Standing tall, I looked down at her and gently let my fingers weave through her hair and caress her scalp. I tilted her head up and looked directly in her eyes. With a soft gentle voice I said, “I just wanted to let you know that I had a really good time coming out here, and I really appreciate everything y’all have done for me. You’ve been super nice and I’d love to come back again someday. You’ve been very giving but I have one more favor to ask of you that would just mean everything to me. You see this is my last night here, and there’s nothing more in the world that I would like to do than…”
It was at this very moment that I realized the expectation I was creating, the exact thought that must be going through her mind. This was a thought I had meant to avoid, but in my singularly focused mission, I had failed to see that my persuasive delivery could easily be misconstrued as a proposition. At this point I was in too deep. There was no going back, so I just plowed ahead. “There’s nothing more in the world that I would like to do than spend it alone with your girlfriend in her bed. You see, her and I really hit it off, and I’d be super grateful if you would allow me some one-on-one time with her.” Lindsay happily agreed. Though sometimes daunting, I’ve found that being honest and direct with people when asking for things usually yields wonderful results.
Sex on camera is much different than sex in private. There’s some sort of quantum interference resulting from the observer changing the outcome. We were both finally able to be our true selves, and connect on a much deeper level. As I suspected, she turned out to be the true definition of “top in the streets, bottom in the sheets.” I could tell how burdensome the work was of always being the strong one, never letting her guard down, and holding everything together. I knew it well. I could feel her relief of finally being able to let go, in the arms of someone safe that you can trust to be vulnerable with. I made her edge me for hours while calling her all sorts of names that certainly weren’t PC. I finally got what I had wanted, to fall asleep holding her close, then wake up the next day to more cuddling and cavorting. After saying our bittersweet goodbyes, I left that house glowing, carrying those memories with me like a soft blanket keeping me warm and cozy on the long lonely road.
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