The first time my chest was splattered with cum after top surgery was so fucking magical. Him sliding down my pecs, my scars, my belly. Cleaning up with my discarded boxers and falling asleep next to each other. Doing it over again in the morning
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The first time my chest was splattered with cum after top surgery was so fucking magical. Him sliding down my pecs, my scars, my belly. Cleaning up with my discarded boxers and falling asleep next to each other. Doing it over again in the morning
muscular boys whining and begging.... .. buff dudes tied up and thrashing.. bodybuilders panting and grunting while they lift.. . a peak example of masculine power bent over and surrendered to my will....
are you catching my drift
nowadays porn will have some of the craziest cirque du soleil positions but nothing will ever be hotter than a 3 minute dry hump
haven’t stopped thinking about this
being bred by someone that’s larger then you and when the finish inside you they just lay on top of you and pin you down . oh goodness gracious
Strap pregnancy is real if you are pure of heart
Can we talk about how adorable it is when a boy's legs shake after cumming? You've been fucking for so long and aching for it and then you finally feel that incredible release that you feel in your entire body, and then afterwards you collapse together and just lay there breathing, and your legs won't stop trembling for minutes after from exhaustion. I love it so much.
"Tranz Portraits" by Del LaGrace Volcano, from the book Sublime Mutations
almost had a foursome tonight. NSFT (?) under the cut
Keep thinking about a man too horny bcs of the testosterone he's taking that he can't even wake up properly without grinding himself on me.
Who moans when I call him 'pretty boy' and who bites my neck, leaving more and more marks than he has already left, especially on my pulse point, because he likes the way it jumps when his teeth sink into my flesh.
Whose breathing quickens when I trace his stretch marks. That literally arches into my mouth when I'm licking up his happy trail.
Thinking about a trans man not having restraint at all. Not saying 'please' or begging whatsoever. No. Thinking about a man heavier, much much heavier than me, pressing his full weight on my body, his breath is ragged and his voice raspy as he tells me what a good girl I am for him.
Calling him 'Sir' and watching how much rougher he gets when he hears that. Telling him 'just wanna be your good girl' and watching how he leans in to breathe me in. And how he pushes my head lower with strength. His thick fingers tapping on my cheek and smirking when I open my mouth, spreading them along my tongue while his breath quickens.
How he'd take his fingers off my mouth just to wrap his thighs around my head, locking it between them while I take his cock into my mouth.
Thinking about the pride in his eyes more than anything. That intense, burning pride as he watches me struggle to suck him off. His head falling back, his thighs tightening around my head, making me lose my breath.
Thinking about hearing a trans man's sounds as he looks at the sight of me on his knees for him. And I wanna hear him say it, loud and clear, what a good little doll I am for him. Or hear him call me his obedient little whore, if he pleases...
my older gay coworker almost always has weed on him and we smoke together a lot. hes like 25-30 and funny and we get along well. anyways, one time he hollered "fire safety meeting outside" (code for smoke break, bc im not 21) at me and my other coworker so i was quick to follow him outside. he went to his bfs car, got the pen, and handed it to me. my tolerance is really low compared to the past and so i only took one hit.
he said, firmly, "hit it again." and i laughed and declined but he insisted "hit it again, cmon." and i explained that my tolerance was really low and id be too fucked up. but oh my god. that was hot. like im incorporating that into my smut story because it awakened something in me that i was hardly aware of. being essentially drugged by someone you're subconsciously attracted to and them having full agency over your body because your mind is useless.
I remember the first time a girl put her fingers in my pussy, I was so scared to let her. Things still felt incredibly raw even three months into healing, like the slightest misstep could damage something. It felt like an inconsiderate or brash hand might rip or tear something. And I was so afraid I didn’t look healed enough to actually be pretty to her. Things still felt swollen, and the scars weren’t yet faded. But she laid me down on her bed, the spring sun streaming in the window, and she shushed my protests with a kind and knowing tone. She’d gotten a neopussy a year and a half before me, she’d be careful. So there I was, laying down and looking up at her smiling between my ever so slightly shaking legs. She had lube on her fingers and she leaned into me slowly, with her whole body, resting her other arm on my right knee as she came closer to me. Then she was in, and although I’d been fingered anally before, nothing prepared me for how large and detailed her fingers felt in me. The sensation was so vivid that I couldn’t help but picture precisely where they were in me, what shape they curled into. I could feel so perfectly I might as well have had x-ray vision. She smiled at my surprise. Then she watched me begin to relax. And that’s when she began that caress, that coaxing with her fingers that I had performed on others so often. The pleasure was beyond description except as waves and waterfalls and the desperate powerless need for her not to stop. My eyes were so wide, and I felt just like porcelain being painted by a master craftsman.
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Something nobody tells you about transitioning is that it makes you crave group sex and friends you can fuck
a controversial statement, but one i stand by: so what if transitioning is mutilation? who ever said mutilation was a bad thing? when time and time again, men have been damaged and disfigured and altered and changed, and gotten back up every time, stronger than ever before? who's to say you aren't the same?
if you're ever told that your transition is mutilating yourself, say yeah, what of it? what if that's what i want?