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I don't think I really had any inkling of how tender and joyful submission could be until you gave me yours.

The way you go soft, giving the miracle of your body into my care. Trusting me with your pleasure and mine.

I wish I could take it lightly, be more frivolous and fun. But not yet, I'm not ready.

For now I will receive it like a sacrament, hold it in my hands and marvel at my fortune every time. I will make of your pleasures a craft, and aspire to master them, even knowing that I'll never be satisfied, never be done.

I never thought I wanted submission. Not from you. Never thought I would hunger for it, never imagined it would keep me up at night.

Now I just want to spend my life trying to be worthy of it. Worthy of you.

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Holy shit I missed them so much. They've only been home for like 5 hours and they've already:

- taken a shower with me

- fisted me until I came so hard I cried 🫦

- cum in my mouth twice 🤤

- taken a second shower with me

- driven me to get takeout from my favorite Chinese restaurant

- eaten said takeout on the couch at home while taking cute pictures of me trying to eat my dinner for some reason

And now they're quietly rereading my favourite novel while I snuggle their leg like a house cat.

I'm ruined for relationships. I've peaked. This is it, I could die happy.

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Sorry, also they're reading the best parts aloud and absent mindedly petting me, I'm so fucking happy 😭

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t4t + autism may be my new favorite combo.

Oh, you're ok with my sex organs not being what you'd initially expect? Oh you ALSO know what it's like to have that little nagging fear someone won't react well? Oh you understand the issues of being trans in a world that isn't ready? Oh you understand the importance of gender affirmation when I'm at my most vulnerable? Oh you're not making sex specifically about gender roles and stereotypes? Oh you'll listen to me ramble about my kinks? Oh you're ok with/even like the way I absolutely love some words and phrases and use them a little too much when talking? Oh you'll let me flap my hands when you pull my shorts off? Oh you'll make sure that I feel okay with what you're doing otherwise you'll gently guide me through things I'm nervous about?

Oh, sorry, you're hot as fuck?! Oh you're a fucking amazing human being who I'm blessed to be fucking right now?! Oh you're making something that makes many trans/neurodivergent people nervous into a highly safe and enjoyable experience?! You're a super sexy baby who's making the world better with your smile?!

Sorry, I didn't realize I was in the presence of joy incarnate...

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If anyone wants the research on this, I'm doing some vigorous proof of concept testing and it's fuckin' aces, pun intended.

i miss the days when hozier was still active on twitter

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Concept: we are together. you are sleeping with your body wrapped around mine. it is quiet. my mind is calm. we are happy.

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Psspsspss hereee transgender doms psstpsst a cute tboy who yaps about his hyper fixation until he is getting fucked too good to think psstpss tboy also will lookat you pathetically while begging to eat you out/suck you off pssssssss tboy who begs really pretty and makes pretty noises when you fuck him psst

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I just think it’s practical.

You make me a mess, then you hold me like you’re cleaning up after yourself. Responsible. Considerate. Gentlemanly, even.

Fuck me till I forget how to stand and then remind me—gently, with both hands on my hips and a kiss to the cheek that we’re in love or something equally dangerous. Wipe your mouth, hand me my socks. Ask what I want for dinner.

It’s not depraved. It’s coordinated. We’re good at this. We’ve got a system.

I lean over the sink to rinse a glass—your hands on my waist, just resting there like you’re claiming property.

I burn the toast. You ruin my neck. Balance.

This is our little economy: affection in filth, affection in silence, affection in forehead kisses and fucked-up hair and “don’t forget your keys.”

I want to be the kind of undone that still gets errands done.

Wrecked, yes, but still presentable.

Still picking out produce with shaky hands.

Still saying “yes, babe, cauliflower’s fine,” while remembering the way your mouth felt ten minutes ago. It’s not about sex, not always. Sometimes it’s just about being seen.

Handled.

Known.

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I've checked and there's definitely a strong correlation between "you look good in those boxers 🫦" and "instaboner😳"

Would go so far as to say it's a causal relationship

buying a pretty boy his first pair of boxers and making him try them on in front of me, only to watch his tdick get harder the more i tell him how good he looks in them

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Since he FINALLY got a strap, I’ve been imagining all of the new positions we could try. Like lately my minds been set on flipping him onto his stomach, using my weight to my advantage as I pin his head to the mattress. Slowly pushing into him to stretch him open, hearing him cry out in pain and pleasure when I fill him completely.

Holding his wrists down against his back while I begin thrusting into him, hearing him plead with me to go faster. Whimpering incoherent words under his breath bc it just feels so good, he can’t even think. Just feel. And by the time he’s completely spent and unable to move, I’m still there, slowly moving inside of him as I press the softest kisses to his back and shoulders, hearing him let out soft exhausted moans through the overstimulation and pain as I praise him for how good he’s being— for how well he took it. Being so gentle. A stark contrast to the way I handled him just moments before.

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Did you know that when I have to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night to have a snack or take a leak, and I try to disentangle our limbs without waking you, and you make all sorts of grumpy sounds of protest and sad noises and hold me even tighter, my heart actually crawls out from between my ribs, splits the skin of my chest and bursts into a million pieces, and then it just hangs about you like a soft corona of technicolour fireflies to keep you safe and warm and loved while I'm gone, so that you'll know I'm holding you even when we're apart?

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"It's ok, I think I got a short nap in while I was fingering you earlier"

Them, reassuring me that they really don't mind that we stayed up till TWO AM fucking because it takes a million years to get me off 😂

But also. Holy shit. Happy International Non-binary Day 😍🤤☠️

wait

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"it's international non-binary people day!"

"oh cool, how do we want to celebrate?"

"I dunno, wanna have a bunch of gay sex later?"

You bet your beautiful non-binary ass I do 😍

wait

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So... Does helping me transition, teaching me how to use a strapon, and picking my new name officially make me your Build-a-Boy kit? 😳

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Real talk though, I would fucking bottle that shit.

Nonbinary chasers be like let me huff that complex pheromonal profile

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Denim Dyke.

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There’s something really uniquely humiliating about fucking someone’s face with your fingers. There’s no element of vulnerability or selfish pleasure. It’s entirely about watching some wide eyed whore choke, gag and drool all over themselves.

It’s just so fun to get a pretty fucktoy down on their knees, as you tell them to be good and open wide. Forcing fingers down their throat and making them put on a little show of sucking on them while you get to watch. Feeling them desperately tongue at your hand in an effort to please you. Seeing the dumb fucked out expression on their face as you push deeper. It’s real hard to keep your composure when you can barely breath. And the faces whores make when they’re struggling not to gag are so gross and pathetic it’s just adorable.

Now a well trained toy will suffer though just about anything to hear a bit of praise. Even when they’re gaging they’ll still try to force your fingers deeper and put on a nice display, all so they can hear that sweet good girl/boy/ whatever other name gets them off between rounds of mocking insults. A condescending “Awwww” as they’re choking on you works well too. They’re just lucky that any part of you is inside their mouth, which is why it’s important to make them thank you over and over between breaths.

If they’re a more stubborn plaything, all you need to do is tie them up and get a nice, firm ring gag in their mouth. Then you can administer as much training as you want and all they can do is pathetically drool all over while whining garbled complaints or pleas. Its really a great tool for humiliating cute little sluts, especially the mouthy ones.

First of all they can’t speak so backtalk isn’t a privilege they’re afforded anymore. Secondly the desperation that comes from the feeling of not being able to breath and the intense involuntary response of gagging basically guarantees you’re gonna see some completely humiliating reactions. Watching their eyes rollback as your fingers start curving down their throat, watching them struggle to take it as they start choking and then seeing their exhausted face, covered in drool as they try to catch their breath. It’s such a pathetic sight.

Especially when you get to see how miserably fucking messy they are just from their throat being used. Then of course you get to finger that mess right back into their begging mouth. Long sessions of teasing just mean more cum for them to taste on your hand. And of course, if they ever want to actually get off, they’re gonna have to be ready to swallow for me. I just really need to finger someone while I’m using their throat with my other hand. I love toying with orally obsessed perverts.

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