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[fixing-girls]

The Wager

The coffee shop was nearly empty, a quiet bubble against a rainy Tuesday afternoon. The air smelled of burnt espresso and damp wool. Chloe stared into the dregs of her latte, swirling the brown foam into meaningless patterns. Across the small table, Alex watched her, his expression patient, his hands wrapped around a mug of black tea. He had been a good friend, a steady, uncomplicated shoreline during the turbulent last few weeks since her breakup with Sarah.

“I’m just... tired,” Chloe said, finally breaking the silence. Her voice was thin. “Tired of the intensity. Tired of every disagreement feeling like a referendum on our entire relationship. It’s a weariness that has settled deep in my bones.”

Alex nodded slowly, his gaze calm and non-judgmental. “It sounds exhausting.”

“It is.” She let out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I’m just not built for it. Maybe I’m a bad lesbian.”

He took a slow sip of his tea, placing the mug down with a soft click. “Can I offer a theory? Not about you and Sarah, just… a thought I’ve had for a while.”

Chloe shrugged, grateful for any distraction. “Sure. Hit me with your male wisdom.”

“I don’t think there are ‘bad’ lesbians,” he began, his voice even and low, like a lecturer’s. “But I do think that for many women, lesbianism is an intermittent developmental stage. A necessary one, even. It’s a safe harbor to learn about intimacy and connection without the complexities of male energy. It’s practice.”

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. She felt a flash of irritation. “Practice? Practice for what? The main event?”

“Precisely,” he said, without a trace of irony. “I believe that deep down, the fundamental feminine polarity is oriented towards the masculine. And that with the right triggers, the right... re-calibration... that switch can be flipped. The homing instinct can be reawakened.”

She stared at him, caught between offense and a strange, prickling curiosity. It was so audacious, so calmly academic. “You’re serious? You think my entire identity is just a… a phase waiting for a 'trigger'?”

“I think your identity is your choice,” he said smoothly. “But I think your instincts are a different matter. And I think they can be guided.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes holding hers. “I believe it so firmly, in fact, I’m willing to make you a wager.”

This, she hadn’t expected. “A wager?”

“Let’s call it a scientific experiment,” he said. “One month. Thirty days. Here are the terms, and they are very precise.”

He held up a finger. “One: I will not lay a single finger on you. There will be no seduction, no coercion. My physical influence is completely off the table. You will be perfectly safe.”

He held up a second finger. “Two: For thirty days, you will follow a short set of simple, private instructions that I will give you. You will perform them on your own, in your own time. I will trust you completely. It will be an honor system.”

He leaned back, a calm confidence radiating from him. “That’s it. Those are the rules.”

Chloe felt a nervous laugh bubble in her throat. “Okay, Dr. Frankenstein. And what are the stakes in this little ‘experiment’?”

This was where his gaze became intense, pinning her in place. “If, at the end of thirty days, you can look me in the eye and honestly say that nothing has changed, that you are the exact same woman who sat here today… I will pay off your student loans. All of them. In full.”

The air left Chloe’s lungs. The number—a monstrous, six-figure weight she carried every second of every day—flashed in her mind. It was an impossible, life-altering sum. It was freedom. Her mind reeled. It was absurd. He was bluffing.

“You’re not serious,” she whispered.

“I have never been more serious,” he replied.

Her mind, trained to find the catch, scrambled for it. “And… if you win? What, I have to be your girlfriend for the rest of my life?”

Alex smiled then, a slow, gentle smile that completely disarmed her. “No. The stakes are asymmetrical. If I’m right, and that switch does flip… then you simply have to agree to one thing.”

“What?”

“You let me take you on a proper date. Dinner. No obligations beyond that. You just give me one evening to show you what it’s like.”

Chloe was speechless. She looked at him, at his kind, serious face. She thought of the crippling debt. She thought of the absurdity of his theory. There was no risk. She was a lesbian. She knew who she was. She could follow his silly instructions for a month, resisting them at every turn, and then walk away a free woman. It was the easiest money she would ever make. She was smarter than this. She could win this game.

A slow, predatory smile spread across her own face. She would take his money and enjoy every second of it.

“You have a deal, Alex,” she said, extending her hand. “Prepare your bank account.”

He took her hand, his grip firm and warm. It wasn't the grip of a gambler, but of a man setting a stone in place.

“I will,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a light she completely misinterpreted. “The experiment begins tomorrow. I’ll text you your first instruction in the morning.”

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Unfortunately don't have a lot of capacity to answer the hot messages and asks in my inbox right now. Love that all you girls are rubbing and getting wet to my posts, and I'll respond when I can. I've missed you all, I'll be back.

I still still post since I'm still a horny fucker and got fantasies to share.

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It's just play pretend, even as I reach into your briefs to stroke your swollen clit.

You're still you, it doesn't matter what gender. All that matters is the wetness coating my palm shows your secret desires.

It's not weird to crave being taken by someone stronger. To relieve yourself of the burdens of being strong everyday.

You can be a good girl, just for a moment. Close your eyes and imagine how much easier it would be to get taken care of for once.

You don't have to prove your identity to me.

All I care about is using your body.

And all you need to care about is letting me.

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just let a conservative man have his way with me, groping me, misgendering me, breeding me while calling me a pretty girl! i think this is my purpose in life : be a toy for real men.

Good girl. This is what all my followers should aspire to. Hope you can share more details!

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Tw: CNC, gangbang, misgendering, intox

Your fellow trainees have suspicions about your slender body at the male-only bootcamp. You've been holding the group back from not being able to complete many activities. On the second week, they break into your room and tear your clothes off. One person trying to cover your mouth to put you out, but it is just enough to make you fuzzy and unable to resist.

You feel their hands when they touch your body. Fondling your binder-less tits, your subtle curves around the hip, and of course, forcing your thighs open to reveal that delicious pussy.

Immediately, one guy unzips and shoves his cock in you. He groans, feeling your delicious cunt wrapping around him. Your inhibitions loosened by the drugs, you moan through the gag. Your hymen had broken as a teenager during sports, but this is the first time you have been penetrated. The pain comes with a fullness. A completeness that itched a missing part of your soul.

The centre doesn't have any women around, and the men have been deprived. Your legs are held apart while his thrusts penetrate hard and deep and without mercy. He cums with a grunt inside you, and the next guy got on top quickly to insert his penis into your vagina. His hard, masculine body a contrast to your soft and curvy one. Nobody would mistake you for a man now. Your nipples are hard nubs against his rough chest hair. He bites your neck while humping you. His balls slapping against your labia. Another hand sneaks down to rub your swollen clit. You're a woman underneath a man in a missionary position, like the porn you get off to so many times.

Your head is so fuzzy but your body knows what to do. Your crotch grinding against him as you whimper. He jerks and shoots his load inside you before you can cum.

"Can't believe we lucked out and got this cumdump with us. The next month will be awesome."

The men laughed as they used you through the night. And again, the night after. And again. Filling you up with their sperm but never caring about your pleasure. You ride the waves of pleasure of being used but never cum. Secretly, you start looking forward to night time. You didn't need the drugs to be compliant anymore, but you let them, because it's hot to be helpless.

On the last night, the men take all your holes at once, because that's what you are, a set of holes. You're terrified of what you've shown here, but also afraid that you'll never get the chance to be used like this again.

You stare up at their big bodies, using you for their pleasure. You close your eyes and finally let go. To take pleasure from men's pleasure. The hard cocks in your body creating delicious friction. You worship the cock in your mouth as your body pushes back into the cocks behind you. Your pussy tingles and clenches. The man underneath you gasps as he pushes in more, against your cervix. The hot jets of his load shoot straight into your primal receptacle. The other two follow with their own increased thrusts and cum.

This is what you're made for, to give pleasure to men and squeeze it out of their cocks. Your orgasm is an electric storm through your body as you buck against their bodies. You cum with three cocks in your body as they fill you up. The pleasure keeps coming until you're a mess of cum, with your legs spread open, alone in bed. Already missing their touch.

You graduate the course with an insatiable craving for cum and men, as well as a belly full of new life.

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girls are so fucking stupid they think their instinctual, inescapable desire for brutal male domination and control is some sort of bizarre rare kink and not the most normal, natural thing about them

[fixing-girls]

you‘re blog made me so wet 🫣

Love wet girly pussies. Keep rubbing and one day you will accept your womanhood and cum without shame.

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I love the feeling of a woman underneath me, my body keeping her down. Her legs spread while I pin her wrists down. Her willingness to surrender just to be filled in her empty holes to satisfy her evolutionary cravings.

It doesn't matter what the gender or sexual orientation is. All that matters is the sex between her legs, and how I interact with her body. It's the same for me, deep penetration into a wet hole. My cum splashing into her womb.

I'm not here to have any relationships. You're cumdumps to me. Maybe some tits to play with. Nothing more.

I don't do anal. I only like penetrating vaginas. It's the only proper way for a man to be with a woman, after all.

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I am a fake boy 27 who passes as an attractive cismale. No one can tell I’m trans. I’m very masculine and hairy, but I love spreading my legs and cumming up and down on a real man’s cock. I love feeling his balls slapping while I scream, and watching rings of my cream smear all over his dick.

I absolutely love that feeling on the other side too.

There's something about seeing a fakeboy confidently embrace her inner slut, accept that she is still a woman despite her masculine appearance. It's hot to hear how many of you are out there spreading your legs open like the girly cumdumps you are.

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So many fakeboys are happy when a real man gives them a scrap of attention. All your wet pussies begging to be satisfied by being penetrated with a male penis.

Even those post-hysto girls: they don't even have the excuse for their reproductive system controlling their desires. It's the primal, female parts of their brains making them spread their legs and take cock. And I love the idea of a wet hole fleshlight with zero repercussions. Could cum in those how ever many times I want and just get off.

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I get home at 2 am, I close the front door behind me quietly, I'm certain it wasn't even noticed that I went out, but better to keep it that way.

I quietly put my keys down and take off my shoes and go to tiptoe to the stairs, when the lights flick on. My daddy is waiting in his armchair, looking like a stormcloud. He has a few empty beer bottles next to him.

"Daddy!" I gasp. He glares at me. "Where were you Lucy?"

It's a trap question and we both know it. I look down at my clothes. I didn't think anyone knew I had left, so I didn't both wiping off the trans pride colors painted on my cheeks. I'm in my binder as my only top, dammit! It's clear where I was. a night pride event.

"Where were you Lucy?"

I squeak and look up. He moved closer and I didn't realize. He stands over me, glaring, and I can smell his alcohol and musk. He's so much taller than me. "Daddy," I start to say but he just grabs my shoulders and rushes me back against the wall. I squeak again

"why won't you tell me?" he asks "Beause you know I won't approve, right?"

"Daddy-" I try to speak again but he just grabs my throat.

I choke, clawing at his arms, but he sneers at me. "I should have done this a long time ago, girl. You're no boy. What happened to being dddy's good girl?"

I don't get to answer before I black out.

When I wake up, the first thing I know is I'm wet. I lurch up, gasping, only for a sharp pain to go down my thigh.

"Dammit girl!" my daddy yells at me, smacking me back down. I look around in a daze, I'm in the bathroom, naked, in the bathtub. My daddy has a razor in his hand, and he wipes my thigh with his hand. My startle awake made him cut me on accident.

"Daddy!" I gasp once I realize, covering my body, only to freeze. My bush is gone. I look down at my body and see in fascinated horror that I have been shaved bare. My cunt lips are smooth. My legs are smooth. I clap a hand over my face and even the peachfuzz I had is gone. "Daddy oh my god what did you do!"

"What I should have done a long time ago girl" he growls at me. He yanks me up then, nearly pulling my arm out of my socket, and I cry. He bends me over the bathroom counter, grabbing my hair to make me look at myself in the sink. The trans pride colors on my cheek are runny, but not gone yet.

"Look at yourself!" he shouts, jerking my head. I sob, trying to move back from the mirror, but I just grind my newly clean shave ass against his dick with my attempts. "Look! Is that a boy you see?" with his free hand he grabs one of my tits, yanking it hard to show me in the mirror

"Daddy your hurting me!" I cry and he just smacks my tit. I hate that it makes me a little wet, and with no bush to soak it up, I'm super aware of it.

"Answer my questions when I ask you!" he roars, slapping my ass. I cry.

"I see a boy daddy!" I cry. he huffs, letting go of my hair.

"Not for long, you wont." he growls, before he presses the small of my back down and fiddles with his belt.

"Da-daddy what are you doing?!" I cry, beginning my struggle again, but I just keep grinding against him. I can feel how hard he's getting from it

"Do you never listen, you little bitch?" he growls. "I already told you I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago."

"daddy no!" I sob. He pulls out his dick, and the tip is already red. I know it's because of my trashing. My little clitoris aches.

"'Daddy no'" he mocks me as he swipes his cock between my pussy lips. "Why are you so wet then? is this what you wanted all along? I guess I never had a good girl. Just a naughty slut of one."

I hate that the words make me feel hot. "Daddyplease" I whimper, looking at him from the mirror. He meets my gaze there and keeps eye contact as he pushes in.

Despite my cries picking up, I can't help but moan. I'm wetter than even I thought I was. It must be because of the tub water.

"You whore of a girl," daddy growls as he stuffs his cock deeper and deeper inside me. "Did you fuck anyone while you were out or is your cunt naturally this loose? You slut."

"Daddy!" I sob. My tears are tracking through the trans pride flag makeup.

He bottoms out, slapping his hips against my ass with no gentleness. He grabs my hair again, making me arch my back so I thrust more of my pussy onto him and make my tits visible in the mirror. "What do you see?" he asks me.

"Daddy," I sob, not answering.

"Yes, yes, I'm in the mirror, but I'm talking about you," he says condescendingly before thrusting sharply. My pussy aches but I can hear the schlick from here. I'm soaked. I'm hot. I can't deny my daddy's cock in me feels so good.

I just moan, and he smacks my head. he grabs my hips and begins fucking me in earnest.

"Stupid fucking slut of a girl," he growls, "offered to be your daddy and take care of you just so long as you be my good girl. That was the deal. Now you tell me you're a boy? Can't even be a good boy, sneaking out on me." he spits on me, and I can feel it land on my asshole. I sob. He rubs it in, pushing his thumb into my ass. I feel dirty and used, I feel hot, I feel like a sexy woman. I cry.

"daddy, ahh, ngh, daddy, Daddy, too deep!" i cry. He slaps my ass.

"Shut up! I'll go as deep as I want. Your my property girl, I get to fuck you whenever I want."

He keeps fucking me, his cock brushing my g spot, and I can feel my orgasm coming.

"Daddy please" i sob. "Please"

"Yeah, keep begging for it" is all he says. "You know if you wanted to be my slutty girl instead of my good girl, you could have just said that?"

With those words I cum, my cunt tight around him. "Daddy!!!!!" I scream. He grabs me by the hair and forces me to look at myself in the mirror again. My face and neck are red, my tits swinging with his thrusts. My wide hips jiggle every time he slaps his hips against me. I really do look like a woman getting fucked. My body hair is all gone. Even my pixie cut just makes me look like a tomboy. Even the trans pride makeup has been smeared by my tears to look like runny make up. I look like a used whore. I hate that it makes me feel sexy but it feels too good.

He keeps fucking me, over and over, and I cum two more times, shamefully, on his cock. he keeps smacking my ass, holding up my head by my hair and demanding to know what I see in the mirror. I stopped giving real answers a long time ago. All I can do is moan and drool.

He spanks me again and I moan. I have no idea how long we've been fucking. My daddy may be drunk but I had some drugs at the event too, my sense of time is off. I feel floaty. I feel achy like a good workout. I feel sexy. I look up at my wet long eyelashes in the mirror. I feel womanly.

Even though I'm already looking at myself in the mirror, my daddy grabs me by the head again. I moan, my scalp aching. He pushes me against the mirror, smearing the last of my makeup away.

"What. do. you. see?" He asks thrusting with every word.

I drool agains the mirror for a second before I remember my tongue. "Daddyyyyy" I moan

He smashes my face against the mirror again, and the glass lets out a threatening crack somewhere. "What. do. you. see?" He yells, spanking me in time with his words.

"I see a cheap whore daddy," I mumble, I can feel his cock twitch inside me at the words. I wonder if I could make him cum from saying what he wants. I suddenly want to know. "I see- I see a used up slut daddy!"

"That's fucking right," my daddy roars as he continues thrusting again. I bounce my ass against him, gasping as I stare at myself in the mirror. I can feel another orgasm of my own approaching. The smear of my pride makeup covers my eyes in the mirror.

"I see a girl daddy!I see a girl for daddy to fuck whenever he wants!"

"Yes!" he yells as he thrusts deep inside me, right up against my womb. He's close.

"Daddy I'm your stupid confused girl! Please fuck me back into being your good girl daddy!" I cry.

"Yes you fucking are!" he yells before he finally cums right against my womb. I scream femininely as I cum with him, my legs shaking, my tits swinging.

Daddy cums for a long time, filling me up good, and I moan as it happens. I've never felt as much of a woman as I do here.

When he finally finished, he pulls out, slapping my ass one last time. I hiss in pain, hiccuping with the last of my tears.

Daddy backs away from me and I feel to the floor, sweaty and panting, with cum dribbling out of my well used hole. My daddy shakes his head at me.

"From now on, I'm fucking you twice a day until you actually remember this" he warns "this doesn't count for today. You have two more when you wake up tomorrow slut. Also, to make sure you don't try to run off again, you need to sleep in my bed now. Your lucky I don't chain you up."

I moan softly, my cunt fluttering at the idea. I get daddy's cock twice a day? "Yesss daddy" I say, drooling against the floor.

He scoffs. "I don't think you're going anywhere els tonight. You can sleep on the bathroom floor here."

"Yess daddyyy" I say. He shakes his head again.

"Should've known you were a slut. Can't believe I didn't see it until now."

he walks out of the bathroom, and I stay on the floor, groping my shaves legs and pussy, fingering his cum back in. Maybe, if being a girl meant getting fucked so good like this by my daddy, I was a girl after all.

[fixing-girls]

let a straight guy fuck and misgender me last night- this kink is taking over my real life.

buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…

he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).

our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.

next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.

i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.

he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.

his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.

i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.

“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”

he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.

“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”

my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”

“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.

he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”

“a cock”

he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”

“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.

“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.

he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.

at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.

it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.

“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.

“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”

i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“

he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.

after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he have me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.

had to get a plan b bc of my spontaneity (i’m not on birth control and don’t trust t to do the job) but it was a good night of exploring this kink either way

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are you serious about the “ftm girl harem”? 👀

Absolutely. Though unlikely to be IRL due to many spread out the world, I like having a couple of subs that I can take my sadistic side out on. And like I always say, FTM pussy is the easiest pussy ever. They also take abuse well and always come back begging for more. I can't wait to set up a group chat and have some FTM sluts send pics of their wet pussies to beg for transphobic attention.

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the first time I was fucked by a man was a few years ago at an orgy and there was a crowd of others surrounding us while both he and they all called me a pretty “girl” and a cute slut, since none of them knew im a femme ftm. since then I have been craving the feeling of being fucked like the feminine girl I truly am so bad that I’m going to start doing straight porn soon

It sounds like you were already straight porn for that crowd of admirers. It's funny you say you're a "femme ftm" but immediately correct yourself to "the feminine girl [you truly are]". You're likely any other wet horny slut out there. Your "trans" identity makes no difference to the cock fucking you, nor to the spectators watching. Stop deluding yourself and give in.

[fixing-girls]

In the mood to shove someone into my crotch and lick my shaft from outside my sweaty underwear. You're allowed to touch your clit while being confronted what a real man looks and smells like.

[fixing-girls]

Want to make a dyke or fakeboy watch Fox News while bent over the couch. My cock teasing the entrance of her vagina while my hand rubs her clit. The more she turns up the volume to the TV, the more cock I give her. For every headline she reads, she gets a nice spank on the ass while I pound her pussy.

She wouldn't be allowed to cum unless she puts on a MAGA hat and tell me how much she wants my conservative seeds in her.

[fixing-girls]

A lot of dykes end up being attracted to super masc dudes when they want to try dick. Especially butches, who you would think would be more attracted to femininity. It's like once they tune into their biological need for cock, it's all the way on, and they have to find the most virile male to inseminate their pussy. "Straight" fakeboys are similar.

Your female bodies don't lie. Embrace your desires. It's what nature intended.