“you’re so— you’re so tight. i’m not going to fit, pipsqueak. it’s okay. we can try again another—”
in one ear, out the other. paying caleb's pleading voice no mind, you sink down on him inch by inch, relishing the stretch but quickly growing impatient. beneath you, he throws his head back into the pillows, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of you.
“please. please. you’re squeezin’ the life outta me.” as if to prove his point, he starts to slur his words. “i dunno if i can take it.”
“you can.” you dig your nails into his hip bones. “you will. how much time did we waste, dancing around our instincts? we’ve both wanted this for so long—it’s only right that we take everything the other has to give.”
“then…can we take a break, at least? what if you hurt yourself? it can’t— it can’t be easy.” his mouth falls open, a whimper escaping as you swivel your hips trying to work your way to his base. “you’re so small. too damn small.”
“maybe you're too big. i like it, though. and once i fit you all the way in, i’ll love it.”
the rapid swell of his length isn’t making this any easier. every time you make progress trying to take him, he only grows even larger inside you.
“you’re the one who begged for this earlier. i want it, too. but you have to help me—i can’t do it on my own, caleb. you've always helped me, haven't you? always been there to look out for me. can’t you do it again?”
swallowing thickly, he admires you through half-lidded eyes. when you push your lips into a pout, he nods slowly. giving in like he always does.
nerves alight, he wills his hips to drive three feeble thrusts into your heat. it’s a rare show of weakness from him, but even his lacking efforts make you slide farther down.
of course, your mixed arousal dribbling down his length does most of the heavy lifting.
“more,” you urge. “more. we’re almost there.”
“i can’t.” he’s almost delirious now. “so, so tight. feel like i can’t breathe.”
“do it. you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? if you do, you might not get the chance to make it up to me.”
“no…no.” ardent as it is, his refusal is soft. he’s crashing quickly, devoting his waning energy to blinking the tears out of his eyes rather than projecting his voice. “never.” tensing for a moment, he gathers all his strength and rolls his hips, slow and deep, into your center. you accept him greedily, hissing through the dull sting until the rest of your weight falls on his throbbing length. once you’re fully seated, the scandalous slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. his desperate moans and a string of curses follow.
finally, finally, you feel so incredibly whole.
you moan, lewd and lascivious, and lean down to kiss the center of his chest.
“was i good?” he asks, rapid pants fanning the crown of your head. “you feel so good. is this good?”
when you raise your head, he sits up on his elbows, eager to kiss your lips in grateful reciprocity.
it doesn’t take much to dodge him. grinning, you splay your hand across his now flushed chest and push him back down, earning a whiny, defeated groan. sinking impossibly deeper, you give his nose a conciliatory peck.
“shhh. just stay like this. you don’t have to do anything,” you murmur into his skin. “that break you wanted earlier? we can take it now. i want to get used to this feeling. don’t you?”
In one of my quilt groups a member posted some pictures of how she made ruffled aprons for her granddaughters, and then was stumped on what to make for her grandsons. Oh, she thought, custom pillows!
Gentle reader, I saw red. The backstory here is that quilters are overwhelmingly white retired women, and they (or at least the ones who join FB quilting groups) tend to have some VERY old-fashioned views on men and women and girls and boys. (Lots of posts like "what ideas do you have for boy quilts?" and the comments will be full of pictures of quilts with tractors on them.) So I thought, I guess the message here is that girls are supposed to be working in the kitchen while the boys lounge around on their fancy pillows waiting to be served. I was ready to let her have it in the comments and risk getting booted from the group. But first I looked in the comments to see how the post was being received.
I was blown away by the comments. Comment after comment saying things like, "those are lovely, I make aprons for all my grandsons and they love to wear them when they help out in the kitchen!" "I made custom aprons for all my sons, and then more for their sons when they got old enough! They all love them!"
Then, after all these comments, here comes OP with one of her own: "I think next year I'll make custom pillows for my granddaughters and ruffled aprons for my grandsons." My comment: "That's a great idea!"
Sometimes people surprise you.
And sometimes people just need a little nudge, not a flamethrower.
Kinda funny how a woman’s place is in the kitchen until they’re a chef, a woman’s role is to care for others until they’ve a doctor, and a woman is expected to effortlessly manage households but not businesses or corporations. It seems that a woman can do anything except be in a position of power.
Masculinity isn't rewarded. Following gender roles is rewarded. Masculine women aren't rewarded. They are weird and queer and unwanted by society. Either that or they are actually performing what I can only describe as a feminine "masculinity" that still fits into men's fantasies. In the same way, trans men's masculinity isn't rewarded. They are going against what is expected of their agab.
An excerpt from the trial of Elinor Crane, who was arrested in Middlesex in 1693 on suspicion of burglary. A witness claimed one of the burglars was a woman in men's clothing, and Elinor had previously been seen in the area dressed as a man.
"But the Court asking her why she went in Mans Apparel, the Prisoner replyed, She went to Wooe a Widow. Upon the whole Matter the Jury brought her in not Guilty."
(source: Old Bailey Proceedings: Accounts of Criminal Trials, April 26, 1693.)
(PT: Stop assigning gender/labels to pronouns. Not all men use he. Not all women use she. Not all enben use they. /End PT)
Shout-out to:
The he/him enben, especially the unmasculine ones!
The she/her enben, especially the unfeminine ones!
The it/it's enben!
The neopronoun enben!
The multipronoun enben!
The he/him women, especially the he/him women who are unmasculine!
The she/her men, especially the she/her men who are unfeminine!
The they/them, it/it's, neopronoun, and multipronoun binary folks!
And anyone who uses no pronouns!
(PS: For neopronoun users, it/its users, and multipronoun users, binary and nonbinary alike, I hope someone uses all/your correct pronouns today, and that everyone who refuses/uses only one set gets a massive boo from a crowd!)
does that fundamentalist woman with eight kids have a breeding kink, or does she not have access to birth control and the ability to tell her husband no?
does that trad wife have a submission kink or was she groomed from birth to believe she has no other choice in life?
is that woman embracing gender roles because she’s into it or are you sexualizing the abuse she faces?
