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I do have a thing specifically for anal virgins. The way they squirm and tense up when you rim them, that excited fear when you circle their ass with a slick fingertip, the way they blush and try to hide. Like yeah baby, I know it's scary but you're being so good and we both know you want this. I can smell the faggot on you.

Puppy boy resting his head on your thigh while you work because he's too shy to stick his nose in your crotch unprompted

Its so easy to fall into transmisogyny because it is so inundated to our culture. Even from children, we are taught to laugh at a man in a dress on tv. Its easy to just let the trans woman take the fall, its not like you’ll have to think about her again. Unless you intentionally take the time to think about and listen to the transfems in your life, you’ll easily fall into terf rhetoric. Every fuckin time

Imagining getting pregnant while in a polycule. Maybe there’s three or four of us, but I’m the only one willing or that can conceive. We all want children, have decided how we’d raise them, and they decide it’s time to knock me up and make us the parents we’ve always wanted to be. I’m off T for a few months, off birth control, ovulating.

We all get together the one night, and have me lay down on the bed in one of their laps, kissing between their legs, maybe I can hear them chuckle a bit from above me as they guide me further between, lapping at them. Then one of the other members goes between my legs, cock thrusting in, telling me how well I’m taking it, that I’m gonna be such a good little papa for our little one. The one I’m laying on soothes me, repeats what a good hole I am, how pretty I’ll look as their pregnant man. And the fourth waits their turn, smoothing their hands over my belly, telling me they can feel how deep it’s going, stroking in tandem with the thrusts.

When the first lets it out inside of me, their seed, filling me to the brim, the next comes over and does the same, with quicker thrusts, less languid and loving than the first out of sheer desperation, the need to inseminate me. The pure desire to watch me swell up with a child.

And when I finally get that positive test, I’m doted on, loved, hands on my belly, kisses down my neck. Prince treatment for their good, pregnant boy. Discussions about whose sperm actually made me swell like this, until we go for that pivotal ultrasound, the first checkup. We find out it’s twins, fraternal. There’s a chance they’ve both done it. We hope for it.

Of course, with two in there, I get heavy quickly. Looking ready to pop by midway through, what would usually be a cute, barely cumbersome bump is stretched and heavy, making me huff and waddle around as all three of my partners continue to dote, to kiss, to help me with those needs I can no longer reach between my legs. They’d tease me when they see how much my tdick twitches when they remind me I was so good for them, to the point I gave us two. And they’ll have all four of us to care for them in the way they deserve, as a unit, our own little village. I’d be able to cum with a warm swell in my chest, feeling loved, cared for, that heavy weight in my belly in the way I feel I need.

The prince treatment for their perfect breeder.

There is, in my experience, one important (though not exclusive) reason why trans girls with cocks may have a hard time cumming, and it’s because we tend to receive the same kind of sexual stimulation that we did when we were on testosterone. After enough estrogenization, though, the mapping of our pleasure response changes.

Which is to say, next time you’re sucking her dick you’re going to eat her out. Seal your lips around the tip, give the underside steady pressure, tie a cherry stem. You can mix up her guard with some deepthroating, but it is absolutely crucial to the operation that you eat her new clit like an ice pop.

The first time this was done to me, I had to physically push away from my partner after half a sustained minute of the most agonizing pleasure of my life. A sustained exhalation of icy vapor over a full-body burn. You’ll know you’ve done it right when she turns into a soprano and starts hugging herself like her grip strength is the only thing stopping her from shaking apart. If it’s her first time with this kind of orgasm, you’ve just made a devotee for life.

Treat a tgirl right and Eat Her Out Today!

Homeless LGBT couple needs help!!!

Hello again.

My family has been homeless for quite a bit and things got especially difficult when I lost my job. I've been actively looking for work but it's difficult to find anything that will help our situation without certain certifications (which I am actively working on getting). In the mean time, I've been very sick and the medical equipment I recently got from my doctor requires that I have nightly access to electricity so we need shelter. My wife and I have been struggling physically and emotionally and morale is dangerously low.

Right now, I am asking for help keeping our little family sheltered and fed while I recover and while we both look for work. We also have important bills that will cause us no end of trouble if they lapse. Any help is greatly appreciated as things have been getting a lot harder as summer approaches. Thank you everyone who has been sharing and sending aid thus far.

Venmo: @garbageconnoisseur CashApp: $garbageconnoisseur PayPal: @garbageconnoisseur

I also have Zelle. Please no hate or unsolicited advice. I'm exhausted and burnt out so you will be blocked.

Some pets just deserve to be communal pets for the whole polycule. Sweet little things that doesn't deserve anything more then being underneath all its loved ones even the subbier ones. It's a pet, it'll never be a person, but it will be so wonderfully loved

the subtle but important distinction between "daddy" and "dad" is one of my favorite ageplay/fauxcest things tbh. cause on the one hand, going from "daddy" to "dad" is a shift from "teehee we're saying something taboo and kinky" to "i want you to Be My Father and also fuck me." but going from "dad" to "daddy" as they regress younger and younger is sorely underrated tbh. they both have their place but the difference can really make a scene 🥴

cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.

if you’re in my asks telling me that i’m defending sexual assault. if your only two settings are “none of my boundaries have ever been violated” and “sexual assault” then you are not a safe person. you are the person that post is about and for. you are the person i am begging to understand nuance. i’m thinking about like. i don’t like having my butt touched. sometimes in the heat of a moment an excited partner grabs my ass. that’s a violation of a boundary. but i’m not gonna fuckin break up with them for it. and this concept branches out. i tried bottoming a few times for partners. i thought id like it, i didn’t, and i felt kind of uncomfortable with the interaction later. those partners didn’t “assault” me, we tried something and it didn’t work. once or twice a partner has tapped out and i didn’t notice at first so they had to tap harder. this isn’t assault, they didn’t accuse me of abuse, we had a conversation and they understood it was a mistake. all of these are circumstances where a boundary has been broken or a line has been crossed, but not a situation of intentional harm, assault, or abuse.