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They should let me into frat parties as the guest stranger so I can play gay chicken and just start fucking men in denial

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I love how stupid being hard makes me. I can’t nor should need to think of anything except how best to fuck you.

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How’s puppy doing?

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feral dogtops in muzzles. feral dogtops snarling and growling as they rut into you harder and faster, nearly bruising your cervix because they're so frustrated they can't bite you as they fuck you into oblivion. feral dogtops pressing the muzzle into your neck because it's the closest they can get to having their mouth on your skin.

muzzled feral dogtops.

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Mad fucked up I don’t have anyone to smoke weed with while shirtless on a roof. I look so fucking sexy right now for that exact purpose

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I’m sorryy about my fuckable waist and perky tits and big arm and major depression (recurrent). This could be you too mentally ill dog boys.

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#momsagainsttrans They didn’t tell my poor darling girl that testosterone would make her a porn addict!

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I’m at the point where I must be so obvious about how attracted to him I am. He walks by me and I instinctively inhale, trying to catch any scrap of his scent at all. It’s just so sweet and calming, reducing me to the dumb fuck dog I am deep down, it’s all I can do to swallow the drool rapidly forming in my mouth. It makes it so very hard for me to think about anything other than him and me and us and fucking him until he’s as stupid as I am, blabbering nothingness with that pretty mouth with tears rolling down his eyes. I could close my eyes, sit near him and just breathe for hours without getting bored. Wouldn’t need to say a damn word, I’d just be lost in him.

His damn hips too, they’d make it so easy to grab him from behind, maneuver him to my side to hold or in front of me to control. I’m not usually an ass guy either, but I just want to hold him by his against a wall as I kiss him, kneading into him every time.

im so damn cooked for this mf

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Fuccckkk imagining him pulling me in by my carabiner to kiss me. Imagining him toying with it while I grab at his gorgeous hair and neck, treating it like the erogenous zone it is. Want him to pull me closer, needy and begging by it. Well of course I’ll give you my thigh when you ask like that, beautiful boy

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this guy’s fucking PHEROMONES got me acting up. dog down embarrassing style

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T is giving me hands that get veiny at the slightest provocation while still somewhat letting my bones protrude. This has of course led me to the logical conclusion that I must work my hands day and night until they become so thick, veiny, and visibly powerful that poor boys like you have no choice but drool at the sight of them, imagining me wrapping them around your throat.

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Are you a dog person or a dog person?

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I think the 2020/2021 “scary dog boyfriend” trend was peak time for dom dogboys. I still strive to be one inside and outside the house

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i wouldn’t mind it if it were nonsexual.

if all we did was hold calloused hand in calloused hand

stand in the kitchen in our boxers, pressing sweet kisses to the other’s jaw. the smell of burnt bacon, long forgotten and filling the air.

i could place flowers behind your ear, call you a mighty *purdy* man with my accent that makes you laugh

could hold your hips, strong and square as we swayed to old folk songs in the living room

i wouldn’t mind it if we never touched at all

if it was just you and me, riding along in my shitty car with tires run bare

you brought a six pack with you, but i’m a lightweight so we end up splitting it 2 to 4 on the top of the hood

maybe you bring a blunt and i wrinkle my nose cause i don’t like the smell of weed but i like the smell of you.

could be how you hum songs under your breath, low and mourning

i don’t know what you’re missing; we don’t really talk about that kinda stuff, but i listen anyway and pretend that it helps

pretend that this bubble is not really a bubble. pretend it’s everything— your face in my hands— all encompassing and intuitive. it’s not, though, is it? we both know it isn’t.

but we can pretend. in this house we’re men. kissing, hugging, fingers trailing through the sweat of your spine, maybe not touching at all. never wearing shirts and flipping omelets, t-shots every tuesday. you outgrew your old shoes so they sit waiting by the door. no one will ever return for them though. impromptu tattoos with the gun we bought off amazon. you have a shark on your arm and i get a rolly polly on my wrist. crushed beer cans filling the recycling bin cause we’re thoughtful like that. hair clippings hiding underneath the bathroom mat, missed from the time you cut my hair a bit too short.

it’s soft and it’s loud, gentle and rough, a dichotomy of ourselves. women turned men. women who were never women. women who never had a name for the gaping hole in their hearts now filled with the words “tranny” and “faggot”.

it’s a dichotomy. contained inside a single home, nestled between two hearts. it don’t have to be sexual, doesn’t even need to touch. but its there nonetheless.

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Not to to be sappy on horny but. Would love to be holding another man close to me, his fingers carding through my hair as he compliments it. Longing to be held gently and lovingly, to be in the warm sun with another kind body. Want him to notice the little ways T has taken effect and celebrate with me, to be aporeviated for the man I am and the man I’m becoming.

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having a man push me to be stronger, bigger, better. Helps me eat more, keep me on track with my workouts so I can shove him up against walls, carry and slam him into bed, flip him into his back or stomach at a moment’s notice. Having a man who commends my added weight, knowing it’ll make it that much easier for me to fuck him tough and sore. He gets me to go on longer, faster runs to increase my stamina. I’m no longer allowed to take breaks if I really want to break his back.