#mens short sleeve tees

[brothersonahotelbed]

tearing apart mens and womens tshirt designers with my bare hands and taking away their privileges until they understand how to make plus sizes correctly

[affandigitalhub]

I Cry A Lot But I Am So Productive It's An Art Shirt

[dandaurban]

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[barazz]

Men's Short Sleeve T-Shirt with Whale Pocket and Vineyard Vines

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[axi35]

Graphic T-Shirts

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Mr. Walz

Featuring Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz

Back in the late ‘90s, Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz, and now Vice President Kamala Harris’ running mate, was a high school teacher and football coach in rural Minnesota. I attended Mankato West from 2000-2004, having Walz for 11th grade history. Being gay at the time, I initially expected to hate Walz, because he was a football coach and a hunter. But he was accepting and really friendly with me; with everyone really. He’s genuinely the goofy teacher that was in the hallway greeting every kid every morning, giving high fives and fist bumps. He and his wife, also a teacher at the school, provided vital support during my formative years. And to be honest, I thought he was cute.

He was in his late 30s and about 21 years my senior at that time, about my height, which is just shy of five foot-nine. He was chiselled like most middle-aged men with a gut. He dressed conservatively, usually a short sleeve solid colored shirt with a tee shirt under it and trousers which seemed to be a few sizes too small. I couldn’t help but find myself staring at his tightly held manhood, which showed a clear outline of his thick cock. That bulge had me daydreaming during our meets and school outings. I would jerk-off with this image in my mind every night.

After graduation, I didn’t see my ex-teacher again until I attended a campaign dinner in Falcon Heights, Minnesota. He instantly recognized me, smiling broadly and gave me a big hug. We’re talking 20-something years ago, and to have your 10th-grade geography teacher remember you after all of that time, it means something. I couldn’t call him Gov. Walz, because he will forever be Mr. Walz.

We talked a bit then, and a couple times throughout the evening. He asked me about what I was up to, if I was dating, the usual chit chat. I was so giddy to see Mr. Walz that I confessed that I had a crush on him in high school. I told him I thought about him every night when I jack off. How I use a big carrot up my ass, and pretend it was his dick. And I told him I knew he would never like me, that way, but I had to tell him.

Surprisingly, he suggested I should come over to his hotel, later, placing his hotel room card on the edge of the sink right next to me.

"Wait here, I'll have an agent escort you to my room in an hour." He said before leaving. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had, so I quickly grabbed the key.

Sure enough, an hour later, a secret service agent escorted me to his hotel. The journey upstairs was unbearable. Reporters to dodge, people for the agent to nod away. By the time I got to Mr. Walz’s room, I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t’ interested, but when I entered the room, he was ready and waiting. The lights were dim, Mr. Walz was in a hotel bathrobe, and he’d ordered porn on the television.

"Is this what you really want?" I asked.

"More then anything." He replied.

I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him and as soon as our lips met, his arms went around me. Quickly, he started unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants, and basically tearing my clothes off as he moved his tongue around inside my mouth. His hand was on my hard dick, feeling and testing the size.

"Oh, yeah." He moaned, as he ran his hand down my tender, sensitive cock before squatting.

With his mouth at my crotch, he ran his tongue up all seven inches, before gently pushing me towards the bed. On the bed, our bodies melded into one. His hard dick was teasing mine, as once again, our tongues found the other's mouth. Hands everywhere, as we hugged and rocked each other. Kissing my way down his chest, I left a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner before he started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I guess he got pretty turned on by what I was doing to him as he turned me around and put us into 69 position.

As Mr. Walz took my dick in his mouth, I took his dick in mine. I worked on it with such skill that he began moaning deep inside his throat as he sucked my dick. And he could really suck; he knew how to please a man. I began to feel him starting to breathe rapidly and shake. I knew he was going to explode soon. I was getting close as well.

Wanting Mr. Walz to fuck me, I quickly seperated, and rolled off the bed leaving him laying there completely naked with a huge hard-on. Hurrying to my pants, I pulled a tube of lubrication out of his pocket before I bounded back to the bed. After telling him I wanted him to fuck me, I tensely watched as Mr. Walz applied the lubricate to his cock, knowing the pain I was about to feel. I couldn’t help but thinking back to my high school years when I first saw him. I had always wanted Mr. Walz to fuck me since then. Now was the time.

“You got a nice tight asshole.” Mr. Walz told me as he rubbed some of the KY onto my asshole.

He lifted my legs and stared me straight in the eyes as he guided the head of his cock to my ass. As soon as his dick made contact, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the people in the next room heard.

“I’m going to really open up your asshole.” Mr. Walz called out with a wicked smile on his face as he slowly started fucking me.

Noticing each time the fat head of his cock passed my hard prostate, pre-cum would squirt from the tip of my dick. He reached down and scooped it up with his finger, brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

"Oh, man, that's good." He said, as he scooped up more, but I pulled his finger to his mouth, and sucked it in.

We smiled at each other before he leaned forward and kissed me deep, our tongues caressed each other, sharing my pre-cum. Then as we kissed he sent his cock plunging deeper into me. I arched my back as I was forced to take more cock deeper into my ass than ever before.

“Yes, fuck me, Mr. Walz.” I found myself saying when he broke our embrace, “Give it to me, Mr. Walz. Make me yours!”

And he did just that. Mr. Walz started fucking me hard and fast. I took each of the strokes of his his old manhood willingly. I wanted to give him total pleasure and I could tell from the far away look in his eye that the old man was as lost in me as I was in him. I knew he was getting close, and I didn’t want to stop him, so I didn’t say a word about pulling out. Having only had sex with his wife for all those years, he didn’t think of it either. Soon he was filling my ass with ropes of cum, and I felt it filling me up.

After we got off and caught our breath, he looked at me and we both started laughing and telling each other how glad we were that we'd just met up today.

[thegreymoon]

Mo Ran is so gay it isn't even funny.

Now, this is just my opinion and I realise other people have their own interpretations, but this whole episode is super telling to me of just how unreliable his narration is about having tons and tons of sex with people of both genders in his previous lifetime. He's just so... oblivious. None of this reads as a man with a lot of previous experience with many different people. He did not pick up on her flirting with him at all. Sure, he did have a lot of insane sex in his past life, but as the book unfolds, it becomes very clear that most of that sex was with Chu Wanning. At best, there were only a handful of other people he was involved with, and one was a prostitute he was paying, while the other was his wife whose relationship with him was also transactional.

I know people argue that he is bisexual because he married Song Qiutong, but when we actually get her POV on their marriage, it turns out that they had unenjoyable sex only a handful of times, at least one of which was him taking her from behind and very much imagining that it was Chu Wanning in her place. There are plenty of gay men who end up married to straight women (and vice versa) for whatever reasons and none of this makes them any less gay. He also identifies as a 'cut-sleeve' himself at one point, so he doesn't seem at all confused about his sexual attraction to men. Later on, when we finally get his unaltered POV on his life in the brothel, it comes out that he considered the girls there as sisters at best, never as sexual partners. The only other named sexual partner is Rong Jiu, who is male, and I can buy that there were possibly other people who looked like Shi Mei that he was with under the influence of the cursed love spell, but there was never any real attraction there, which is why some argue that he is attracted only to Chu Wanning and would still be attracted to him regardless of gender.

But I think that this is also not true. He definitely was obsessed with Chu Wanning from an early age, which makes it hard to see what his preferences would have been if Chu Wanning wasn't in the picture, but that chapter when he finally realises his feelings also reveals that he does have a type, which he never dared to think about before because he thought he was unworthy of having a choice. However, Chu Wanning fits this type to a tee, so it's easy to run away with the idea that he is shizunsexual and that Mo Ran's attraction begins and ends with him.

With that said, we do get confirmation later on that he does find other men attractive, in particular, Jiang Xi. It's just that he never has the space or the inclination to do anything about it because of his preoccupation with Chu Wanning. In the extras, when Mo Ran misunderstands Xue Men's relationship with Jiang Xi and thinks they are having a love affair, in his unfiltered Taxian-jun state, he is full of approval because he personally finds these powerful, beautiful, prickly, emotionally unavailable older men to be the height of attractiveness. If Chu Wanning hadn't been in the picture, Mo Ran would have definitely been attracted to Jiang Xi or someone similar. Even Ye Wangxi, whom he also fixates on, fits this type (except for the older man bit because I understood her to be only a few years older than Mo Ran). The fact that she turns out to be a woman also cannot be used as an argument for Mo Ran's bisexuality because she very much presents as a man throughout the book (but whether or not she actually identifies as one is debatable).

In short, Mo Ran does have a type of man he is attracted to and it is definitely men that he likes, regardless of his few dubious and very unsatisfying dalliances with women. While Chu Wanning definitely fits this type of ideal man, there are other men out there whom Mo Ran finds attractive too, it's just that he is too unhinged about Chu Wanning to actually do anything about it. Also, I very much doubt that Mo Ran was nearly as promiscuous as he makes himself out to be because he reads as very oblivious when it comes to sexual relationships in general. Even with Chu Wanning, who was right there and about to pass away from sheer horniness that he couldn't even begin to disguise, Mo Ran was still going, "Shizun is so pure and virtuous!" 🙄

(I'm not going to get into the whole Shi Mei situation and how badly he misread him every step of the way too, but that is because his brain was so badly mangled by him that he really stood no chance on that front until it was entirely too late.)

[hillbillyoracle]

Androgynous/Masc Leaning Capsule Wardrobe Ideas

In honor of International Nonbinary People’s Day, I offer you the clothing advice I wish I had like 15 years ago. I prefer a small well curated wardrobe but it is so tough to pull that off as a nonbinary genderfluid person. I spent years struggling to make my capsule wardrobe work for me. Every example I saw was either with feminine clothes or with the world blandest men’s clothing. 

For reference, I’m AFAB and live in Kentucky - very hot and muggy in summers, can get quite cold (-20 F) in winter but it’s usually mild with highs are in the 30F-40F range most days. This is the advice I’d give my younger self if I could. 

Focus on 10-15 Core Items

While I am fluid, I consistently spend most of my time “inbetween” these days. Having a neutral to masc learning main wardrobe with some feminine items to mix in wound up working best for me. So here’s the masc leaning base wardrobe I recommend. 

~3 x Button Ups - I went with short sleeve Hawaiian shirts for myself because I love bold patterns. You can find a lot of Hawaiian shirt these days that don’t have stereotypical “island” patterns on them while still being pretty light and breathable in summer. If your style leans more classic, consider oxford cloth button ups. You might need more button ups if you work in a business casual setting. 

~3 x Tees - I like graphic tees, specifically hand screen printed ones so that’s what I go with. But if your style is more classic then consider investing in some good quality solid color tees. 

~3 x Casual Tops - for me this is a tank top, turtleneck, and a Henley. But you might consider a collarless button ups, plain long sleeve shirts, and ringer style long sleeve shirts. 

~3 Pants - for me, I have black and stone washed denim since those are my favorites. I look for tapered fits over skinny or boot leg where I can. I have one pair that’s a jogger style I quite like. You might look for chinos or khakis if you have a more formal dress code at work but they’ll still work with graphic tees and other tops if you style them right. 

~3 x Layers - for me this is a cardigan, a flannel, and a hoodie. You might consider v neck or crew neck sweaters, cable knit sweaters, and fair isle sweaters as well. 

Feminine Clothing Module

What’s nice about this approach is that you can then create a feminine clothing module that plays nicely with your main wardrobe. 

For me this looks like

1-2 Dresses - I have a maxi tee dress and a long sleeved linen dress since that works more for everyday wear for me. 

1-2 Skirts - I don’t have any presently but the next big feminine swing I have I’ll be ordering a nice linen skirt in my favorite color. 

1-2 Casual Tops - I don’t have any presently after my last big wardrobe edit but business casual shell tops, camisoles, and cowl neck tops work well here. 

1-2 Layers - I have a linen blazer in a women’s cut and a long striped duster. You might consider a kimono style shrug/wraps, sweaters in a more feminine cut, and women’s cardigans

You don’t need a lot here because so much of the main wardrobe can be mixed with a feminine element or two and it becomes much more feminine - especially if you’re AFAB but even if you’re AMAB. It doesn’t take a lot a feminine clothing to make an over all outfit look more feminine and subtle touches work just as well as more overt styles ime.

Sizing

Sizing is tricky as hell. I’m plus size (size 18-20 in women’s pants) and especially trying to find masculine stuff with the right fit is a pain. I really recommend going in to try things on if you’re able but if not get comfortable with the idea you will likely need to send things back. Yes you can take measurements but those measurements are still listed with different proportions in mind. 

For men’s clothes I lean toward a slightly oversized fit - as most men I’m around do. For women’s clothes, I lean toward a slightly tight fit - as most women I’m around do. Look at the people around you and see which fits they lean toward and opt for that where you’re able to for yourself. 

Shoes, Outwear, Special Occasions

Shoes - I tend to opt to go neutral in my shoes and outerwear. Not in color or pattern mind you but gender. For shoes, I currently have 3 pairs - a pair of crocs (with spikes), running shoes/sneakers (old Champion brand slip ons), and a pair of Doc Martens. These are good options if you’re AMAB too because the sizing is unisex or available in similar styles for men and women. Other good options are Vans, Chucks, any hippie sandal brand you can think of. “Nicer” shoes are great but often pretty gendered. I lean toward getting “nicer shoes” that are opposite my assigned gender when I do grab them. 

Outerwear - I also tend to opt for gender neutral options for outerwear too. Since it doesn’t get terribly cold here, I stick to a micropuff jacket from North Face and layer a black denim jacket over it when it gets cold. When I wear it with masc stuff, blends in. When I wear it with feminine stuff, it adds a slight edge I like. Pea coats are decent options as well. If you live some place real cold, a lot of the long winter coats are basically the same between genders, just different fits. 

Special Occasions - I would recommend not worrying about special occasions until or unless they come up. I have the same two “special occasion” dresses that I’ve been using for years because they come up so rarely and I can’t bare to spend too much money on something I’ll wear maybe once or twice a year. Formal wear is highly gendered and if you learn androgynous it’s a tough needle to thread. For those events with hosts you know, it’s worth reaching out to them to see what they think makes an outfit “formal” - could be nicer cuts or materials, could be rigid gender norms - can’t know until you ask. 

For most special occasions, I do not know the host, so I default very structured looks in accordance with my assigned gender. Still feels a bit edgy but no ones gonna have the guts to say it’s wrong. For AMAB folks you might do the inverse, more flowy looks and colors while still adhering to your assigned gender. All depends on the level of familiarity you have with the hosts and the flack you’re willing to catch. 

Outfits

Some masc leaning outfit ideas: 

button up, hoodie, pants, boots

graphic tee, flannel or cardigan, pants, sneakers

turtleneck, pants, boat shoes

button up, tie, cardigan, pants, chelsea boots

Some fem leaning outfit ideas: 

button up, cardigan, skirt, sneakers

shell top, wrap, pants, sandals

graphic tee, skirt, sneakers

dress, sandals

Conclusion

Hope this was helpful to someone out there! 

[marathonclothes]

Marathon Clothes is talking about the benefits of both sleeveless and long-sleeved men's t-shirts in this audio. Then you can select the option that best suits you!

[barrydeutsch]

Things We Can Stop Saying To Fat People Already

Help us keep making cartoons! I make a living mostly from a whole bunch of people pledging $1 or $2, and I really like that a lot. http://patreon.com/barry More about this cartoon at https://www.patreon.com/posts/things-we-can-to-75293817

TRANSCRIPT OF CARTOON

This cartoon has nine panels. The central panel (panel five) has the words "THINGS WE CAN STOP SAYING TO FAT PEOPLE ALREADY" written in large, friendly, somewhat psychedelic-style lettering.

Other than the center panel, each panel features a different scene showing one or two characters speaking.

In addition to the nine panels, there's a small additional "kicker" panel under the bottom of the comic strip.

PANEL 1

A thin woman stands outdoors, wearing a plush winter vest over a plaid shirt, with a knit hat. She's smiling too large and clasping her hands together in front of her chin. Behind her we can see pine trees on a snow-covered hill.

WOMAN: You're not fat! You're gorgeous!

PANEL 2

On a sidewalk in front of a storefront, a man in green pants and a polo shirt looks very surprised, eyes wide, one hand against his cheek. He's speaking to a fat woman with a rolled-up yoga mat strapped over her back, and a gym bag; she's wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. She looks somewhat taken aback.

MAN: You do yoga?

PANEL 3

A woman stands in a kitchen, looking at the reader with a face full of concern, her forefinger pressed against her chin.

WOMAN: Are you sure you should eat that?

PANEL 4

A man stands in front of a shoulder-high brick wall. There's a grassy area, the height of the wall, on the other side of the wall; there are bushes and trees and a wide-eyed dog. The man is holding a hand up in a "no big deal" gesture and looks certain.

MAN: My cousin's friend's wife's barista lost 200 pounds by drinking one less coke a day.

PANEL 5

This is the center panel. It contains the title of the strip, "THINGS WE CAN STOP SAYING TO FAT PEOPLE ALREADY," written in large, friendly letters.

PANEL 6

In a supermarket, a thin, older woman is pushing her cart next to the the cart of a fat man wearing a baseball cap. The woman  is leaning over to examine the contents of the man's cart. (Sharp-eyed readers might notice that the two carts contain exactly the same food items.)

The woman is smiling, the man looks taken aback.

WOMAN: Well, that explains things.

PANEL 7

Two men, one thin and one fat, are jogging next to each other on a suburban looking sidewalk. The fat man, who has a shaved head, is wearing two layers of shirt (a black tee shirt over a mustard-brown long-sleeved tee shirt) and sweatpants. The thin man is wearing running shorts and a striped tee shirt. The thin man's expression  is surprised and maybe a little hostile; the fat man's expression is annoyed.

THIN MAN: You're not trying to lose weight? Really?

PANEL 8

In the foreground, we see a fat woman riding a bike and looking annoyed. Nearby, in the street, a driver is leaning out of his car window to yell at the woman. His expression is hostile.

MAN:  You're FAT!

A small caption at the bottom of the panel says "this really happens!" (And it does! It's happened to me numerous times! I have no idea why people are like this.)

PANEL 9

A thin man is holding out his palms and speaking directly to the reader, looking puzzled and concerned. He appears to be in a den or living room - we can see a little table with a tea cup and flowers, and a comfy looking armchair, in the background. The man is wearing a button-up shirt with a polka dot pattern open over a black tee shirt.

MAN: Have you heard of eating less and exercising more?

SMALL KICKER PANEL UNDER THE BOTTOM OF THE CARTOON

A thin man wearing a black shirt is talking to a fat man with a beard and a pony-tail who looks like Barry (the cartoonist). Both of them have friendly, smiling expressions.

THIN MAN: I'm sure they didn't mean anything. You're being too sensitive.

BARRY: You can stop saying that, too.

[bettyfrommars]

I feel like would make for an excellent Vampire, especially the way he is in the later seasons. He'd have no problem charming reader if he really wanted to, and add in the vampire charm on top of that? Omg, I don't think anyone could stand a chance!

(I did clarify with requestor, and they were referring to Stevie boy)

hustler!vampire!Steve x fem!Reader

18+ONLY, mature themes, gore, hustling, possessive!Steve, drinking blood, a murder, reader wears a dress and fishnets, mention of smut. The characters I write for are always over 21. words: 1.6k

note: this request about Steve being a vampire had me writing two things at once: this short piece and a much longer one that should be done in a couple days. I've also been obsessed with the idea of hustler or con man Steve, and I plan to do more with him, but this is just some hustler/vampire Steve hybrid brain rot.

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You can feel him watching you from across the bar; the tan, older gentleman with the thick head of salt n’ pepper hair, wearing the Rolex watch---too cocky to even remove his wedding ring.  You make a point to lick the rim of your martini glass, eager tongue flicking out, making eye contact with him as you take a sip.

That was the signal, that was the code, and he was coming over.  You cross your legs and pinch a cigarette out of its gold case, bringing it to your red lips with manicured fingernails.  The older gentleman is already at your side with his lighter flicked, flame ready for you.

“All alone tonight?” He asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Not anymore,” you coo, swiveling on your bar stool to point your cigarette at the fire he is offering.  You’re wearing fishnets and high heels, and you lick your lips after you suck a drag into your lungs.  

He braces his hand on the bar next to you, exposing the inside of his Armani suit jacket, caging you away from the other men at the bar.  “You want to get out of here?” He inclines his head, motioning to the bartender for the tab after you nod.  

In the elevator up to his suite, there are no words, but his hands grip your hips, pulling you your ass flush against his pelvis.  He kisses the exposed skin of your shoulder, and you stretch your neck to the side, offering yourself.  His lips are soft and eager; his touch possessive but polite.

You reapply your lipstick as he searches for the room key in his pockets, and check it in the tiny compact from your handbag, wiping the corners of your mouth clean, kissing the air. Your eyes glance down either side of the hall, expectantly.

“After you, my love,” the man says, extending his arm, gesturing for you to enter as his eyes shamelessly take you in; pupils blown with desire.   

Sure, you were used to high rollers, but it was your first time at the penthouse suite in this particular hotel and the view from the floor to ceiling windows made you gasp. 

“You like it baby?” The man asks, and you keep him busy, so he forgets to lock the door. “It’s all for you.”  He throws his jacket to the chair and rolls up his sleeves, watching you all the while. 

You turn to face him, tossing your purse on the sofa, pulling the straps of  your dress down your shoulders. “You’ve got a nice view,” you purr.

“I sure do,” he agrees in a mumble, loosening his tie as he breeches the distance, closing in to curl over you and steal a kiss from those perfect lips.

“Well, well, well,” a third, deeper voice enters the conversation, and you both swivel to see who is stepping into view from the hallway.

Steve has an unlit cigarette bobbing between his lips and he is flipping the top on his gold lighter open and closed as he walks.  He’s wearing a white tee that is one size too small, accentuating the muscles in his shoulders, and black trousers with suspenders hanging down his hips.  His hair is slicked back, and there are letters tattooed across his knuckles that spell out: GAME OVER.  

You bite your lip at the way the tuft of hair on his chest peaks out over the collar of his tee.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asks, eyes darting around. “How did you get in here?”

Steve makes his way around the sofa casually, flicking his lighter, as if he were invited.

You take a few steps back, planting your hands behind you on the desk, not far from the man you came with, keeping an eye on the intruder. 

Steve stops to light his cigarette, cupping his hand over the end, and snaps the lighter closed for the final time, shoving it in his pocket.  He squints and rolls his shoulders as he takes a drag, plucking it from his mouth to point at the man with his smoke, blocking the path to the door.  “First, I have a question for you.”

The man looks around, as if to find a weapon, or to calculate how fast he could get to the phone and dial for help.  

“What I want to know,” Steve closes in, making the older man stumble back against the end of the couch.  With one hand in his pocket, Steve takes another drag, gesturing to you with a buck of his chin.  “Did you really think you were gonna fuck my girl?”

The man bristles at that, confused at first, but then he whips his head around to look at you.

You offer him a precocious smile, running the tip of your tongue over your teeth.

“What the—?” The man’s face loses all of its color as the weight of the situation begins to sink in. 

“I asked you a question,” Steve demands, his face void of humor, pushing a cloud of smoke from his tight lips.  “Did you. Think. You were gonna. Fuck. My girl?”

The man stammers, realizing he’s boxed in; Steve is blocking him from the exit, and you’re blocking him from the phone and the door to the bedroom.  

“Okay,” the man says, holding his hands up in the air as if Steve held a gun. “How much do you want? Name your price and you can walk out of here, pretend this never happened.”

Steve chuckles indulgently then, scratching his nose with his thumb.  “You’re all the same, you know that? So fucking weak.”

But then the man figures you’re the easiest one to get through, so he bolts, swinging his arm to knock you to the ground.  

Nothing could have prepared him for the way you stood fast, baring your vampire fangs that dripped with saliva. The irises of your eyes glowed red, and you let out a feral hiss.

“Holy mother of christ—” the man jumps back, reeling, arms flailing.  

Steve steps up behind him, mouth open wide to expose his sharp teeth, and then he chomps down on the side of the man’s throat, crunching into his veins like an apple. Some blood squirts out from the seal of Steve’s lips, but he always does his best to swallow it all.  Cigarettes still smoldering between his fingers, he clamps that hand over his victim’s mouth to stifle the screaming.  The man tries to twitch out of his grasp, but Steve is too strong.

After a few seconds, he decides to break his neck, realizing it’s not worth the trouble.  There will be plenty of fresh blood to enjoy before his heart gives out.  

“Save some for me, baby,” you come over next to him once the man’s body goes limp. You lean in to kiss Steve while your tongues lap up the blood and flick against each other.  

After you’re both satiated, Steve carries the body to the bathtub like it weighs nothing.  Both of your mouths are covered in crimson, dripping down your throats, staining the front of Steve’s shirt.

“Check his pockets, baby,” Steve tells you, and you’re quick to oblige, taking his wallet, watch, and wedding ring.  Steve flips through the wallet, counting the thick stack of cash with a serious expression as he counts.

Once business is concluded, Steve throws the wallet on the kitchen sink and takes your face in his hands, looking you over, searching your eyes.  “Did he touch you baby? You know I fucking hate that.  You know I hate it when they get to touch you.”

You loved Steve more than anything, but you were also very good at your job.  You knew you had to let them have a taste once in a while to build trust and make them think they were in control.  You remembered how the older man had grabbed your hips in the elevator and kissed your neck.

“No, baby, no one touches me but you,” and then your mouth is on his, moaning into the kiss as you devour the claret from each other’s skin.  Steve tilts your head back to suck your chin, kissing down your throat.  The wig you were wearing falls to the ground as Steve’s strong hands yank your dress up to your waist and rip open your fishnets.  He puts you up on the counter between the two sinks and gets on his knees to grab your thighs and bury his tongue inside of you.  You clutch onto his hair, exposing your throat to the ceiling, whimpering his name.

You have sex for the next hour in the bathroom next to the dead body until it’s time to clean up and find a place to hunker down before sunrise. 

It had been a fun winter in Vegas, but both of you knew that too much of a good thing was never wise for those wanting to keep to the shadows.  You’d take your scores from the past 2 months and find a new place to call home, perhaps somewhere cool with long nights and short days.  Maybe you’d keep hustling, or maybe you wouldn’t.  

But you’d always have each other.  

[faghubby]

giving in to desire part 2

Mom and I talked everyday. She asked about very personal things now. Things we never spoke about. She asked about sex. Who I had been with. She somehow managed to get me to confess things to her. She seemed surprised that I was a virgin. And then asked if there was someone I liked. She encouraged me to shave not only my legs but all my body hair. We talked about clothes and styles, maybe letting my hair grow out. After a few weeks she started openly talking about boys. I came to admit that I found not only woman but men attractive as well. I figured we talked as a grown mother and daughter would talk. I became much closer to her then I had ever been with my dad, or anyone else for that matter.

I found myself becoming more and more risqué. Often wearing panties to bed. Or even a nightie wondering if I would get caught by my roommate. Who's bed was just 10 feet away. I also started using the purple vibrator my mom had stuck in with all those beauty supplies. At first rubbing it against my dick but then soon shoving in my ass. Mon sent me a care package. It was full of girlie clothes. Alot that no one would notice unless they looked close but also a satin nightie. And pantyhose. Most exciting was a pair of high heels in my size. Mom encouraged me to wear the clothes in public. The modest things like the jeans or the tee shirt. That the sleeves seemed short.

"Paul you look so lovely" mom said as I sent her picks of me dressed in jeans and a simple tee shirt. "I guess I should start calling you Paula?" She giggled.

"Mom!" I said embarrassed

"What?, tell me you don't want to be my daughter" she said. I blushed she was right I loved being girlie.

"How about Pauly for now" I said

"Okay Pauly it is" she said.

That night Kevin (my roommate) came in late I was already in bed. He seemed very high trying to be quiet he of course woke half the dorm up. Before he crashed on his bed. He had left the light on. So I got up to turn it off after I was sure he was asleep. I got up I was wearing a satin pink pj's. Covered in little hearts. I noticed he had not even managed to remove his shoes. So in the dark I took off his shoes. Then instead of tucking him in. I pulled off his sweat pants. Only to discover he wore no underwear. I looked at his soft dick and couldn't help myself I leaned in close and kissed it. He didn't move. So I took it in my mouth. He grew some. As I started to suck his cock. I knew I shouldn't I just had to, soon I was sucking his hard cock. He wasn't very big probably just about 5 inches but I did t care I tried to suck every bit of his cock. Kevin just moaned and let me I figured he was just to fucked up to remember. Having him cum in my mouth. I felt so naughty as I slipped back into my bed.

When I woke Kevin was still asleep so I quickly changed. Only now worried that he might remember. I went and hid in the library as not to be confronted if he did. A few hours later as I was in class I started to get dozens of texts. From guys in my dorm.

"You can suck my cock!" And "will you wear a dress for me?" Along with dic pics of several guys. But the most upsetting one was from my roommate who had gone thru my trunk and posted pics of my girlie things. Finally out of class I found that they had posted across all my social media. Where members of my family had even commented.

I called my mother in tears.

"Paula don't cry, you wanted this maybe you weren't ready yet bit you did" she assured me. She convinced me to return to my dorm. I found wverything pulled out but nothing destroyed. It was the middle of the day and the dorm was mostly empty. Just as I started putting things away. One of the guys who lived across the hall burst in and closed the door.

"I talked Kevin out of pressing assault charges" he said his name was John. "He admitted you where really good at sucking cock" he smiled. And approached me. He grabbed my ass I still had not said a word.

"I love me some sissy bitch ass" he told me.

"John, I just" I started he didn't seem to care as his hand slid down the back of my jeans.

"You want to give it to me don't you?" John said. I was so confused and excited. "Get dressed up. Wear something sexy" he told me. Then took my hand and held it against his bulge. I just nodded.

John left me alone. I showered and shaved before I called mo. Again who once again encouraged me to go on a date with John. A date I wasn't even thinking about a date. I got all dressed did my hair and makeup. I was going to let someone see me. Just as I was about done my door opened and John walked in.he was dressed kinda like a bum.

"You look great" he told me, then took my hand. His idea of a date was to take me to the cafeteria. He showed me off to everyone. Lot of them having a good laugh. Others telling me I looked amazing. After he took me back to his room. As soon as the door closed his pants and boxers where off. I was in a whirlwind as he was naked in seconds. His cock fully hard. It was big I thought. Probably close to 7 maybe 8 inches long. He grabbed me and tore my shirt off. Not even trying to undress me he was rough and savage. He payed and bit me as he forcefully removed my clothes. I now stood ashamed and naked before him. He pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top of me he placed his cock in my mouth as he looked down at me. I sucked his cock best I could. He repeatedly gagged me with it. Not caring only pulling back when he thought I might pass out.

"You know your ass is next cunt" he cursed. When I thought I would dir he pulled out. Only to forcefully flip me over. He squirted something on my ass and then shoved his fingers in.

"So tight" he smacked my ass removing his fingers. He forced his cock into my ass. I screamed crying out. As he fucked me hard.

"Yeah, your going to get fucked so much" he moaned. I think I passed out because the next thing I know he was shooting his load on my ass.

"You belong to me now" he told me. I laid there in pain as he left me in his room.

I called my mom.

"Mommy" I sniffled. "It hurt so much. He was so rough" I wimpered

"You're a woman now Paula. Men will use you for their own pleasure. You will learn it is your place to please them" she told me. "It hurt but you liked it didn't you?" My mother said. Then she said something that I had not thought about.

"Baby did he make you cum?" I had, I hadn't even realized it. I got up and cleaned myself up after I hung up with my mother. My clothes where in shreds. Then John returned. He pushed me back on the bed.

"I have a friend who wants to take you for a ride" he told me. And opened the door. I had seen this guy around campus. John left and this new guy. Took out his cock and drove it deep in my ass.

"OH god" I moaned as he fucked me fast and furiously. He finished inside my ass. John returned.

"You're my whore now,, you are going to help me pay for my tuition" he informed me. I told my mom about John but not that he maid me his whore and pimped out my ass and mouth. To dozens of guys including one of his professors. Kevin moved out of my room and it was now a single. I wore only woman's clothes (sluttier the better as far as John was concerned) because they had posted everything to social media my whole family knew I was a sissy. Although my dad didn't like it mom protected me. Considering me her long awaited daughter. I continued with school but didn't learn anything other then how to please a man. Sometimes two at a time. John kept any money he charged people spending money only on buying me sexy clothes. But he graduated debt free.