Like all reactionaries, every accusation is a confession when it comes to TERFs.
Thereâs this girl you knew back in high school, a pretty little thing, a lesbian who taught you a lot of feminism basics back before youâd even thought anything might be weird about your gender (back when you thought you were a dude, when you thought you couldnât get with lesbians because you didnât realize yet that you were one). You run into her again and itâs years later; you went from depressed lonely man to hot butch dyke, and she went from hot lesbian feminist to hotter radfem bitch. After some shitty life happenings befall her, she needs a place to stay for a few nights, a week, maybe two weeks at most, and everyone she thought to ask has other things to deal with right now. Youâre not exactly thrilled at the proposition of sharing your place with a TERF, but youâre not some evil bitch either, are you just gonna let her become homeless?
When she arrives, she makes it clear that sheâs not into the idea either, and openly sends disdain your way, transphobia dripping from every sentence. She doesnât trust you around her, doesnât want you to approach her, she wants to have a proper bedroom to herself (and since thereâs only one, she takes yours, leaving you the living room), she wants you to always knock on the bathroom door just in case sheâs in there; she generally monopolizes the apartment. This is, well, really annoying, but you donât wanna make a fuss; wouldnât exactly wanna affirm her beliefs about trans women being sex pests, right?
So you let her do what she needs to do, despite the fact that she doesnât make it easy, actively going against her stated desires repeatedly. She must have taken âmake yourself at homeâ much too literally, because she acts as if youâre not there sometimes; leaving the doors to bedroom and bathroom a bit open when sheâs not decent, reaching around you with no regard to whether it leaves her in a compromising position, choosing to use the smallest of your towels for after her showers and somehow only going between the bathroom and bedroom when youâre in the room between. But you make it work, giving her space when you can, and deliberately being chill when she doesnât give you space, despite how difficult it is to be chill with how turned on she gets you. You always thought she was pretty, but you swear sheâs aged like a fine wine with how her tits fall so perfectly on her under her camisole, or with how her ass looks in those leggings when sheâs bent over to pick something up. Itâs hard to be fully normal about her with how good she looks, but you do everything you can, being as much of a gentlewoman as you can be for her, despite how she hates your guts.
She keeps bringing up this feeling she has that youâre just another rapist man to you. She says it straight to your face, and you donât get why she does it. If she really thought youâd rape her, she wouldnât have come, right? Unless you were truly her last resort, but if that were the case, sheâd still be trying her best to protect herself from you, right? And she clearly doesnât take those steps, despite all the rules she laid out at the start.
Around the week-and-a-half mark, youâre tired and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth before bed, and itâs the one time you forget to knock for her. You open the door and wake up immediately, because you see her, post-shower, wrapped up in a towel, biting hard on her finger to stay quiet as her other hand rubs at her clit (is that your name on her breath?). You immediately slam the door shut, you start yelling out apologies to her, you didnât mean to, it wonât happen again, before the door opens again. You turn away as she steps out of the bathroom, proclaiming that youâre ânot looking!â but she tells you itâs ok, tells you to look at her, tells you to listen to her as she explains.
She has been convinced this whole time that you were gonna assault her, rape her, beat her, because thatâs what she assumed all trans women to be; dangerous violent rapists. And she hasnât been willing to admit it to herself until recently, but the reason sheâs been so careless around you anyway? Itâs that she wants you. Sheâs been afraid to say it; because being attracted to you means she sacrifices either her ideology or her understanding of her sexuality; because none of her anti-kink radfem friends would ever look at her the same way again if they knew that she not only acted on these un-feminist desires, but did so with a tranny; because sheâs not supposed to want you, and so she had to tell herself she didnât want you, meanwhile she idly imagined being raped by you to fuck the TERF out of her, with a certainty that it was going to happen any day now. But it hasnât happened yet, and sheâs too fucking needy now, and so she needs to admit to herself that yes, she thinks youâre hot, and that she needs you to fucking take her.
She pulls you into the bedroom, and you have to force yourself to stop a few steps in, because you refuse to take advantage of her. Sheâs confused when you donât get on the bed, as if she still expects you to be some violent man, as if your calm demeanor the whole time sheâs been here was for her, done out of obligation, not because itâs the thing anyone would do. So now itâs your turn to explain that, Look, you refuse to play into her TERF belief system, that the reason you donât want to fuck her violently is because you never had any fantasies about doing so (let alone any plans), that you refuse to do something like that when sheâs staying under your roof and could claim to her social circles that you raped her for real. You explain that, as hot as she is, as attracted as you are, you donât want to even accidentally take advantage of her.
Now sheâs fucking despondent, not sure how to go forward, because sheâs so pent up, she needs you so fucking bad, and unfortunately for you, you never got over that soft spot you have for helping a femme in crisis. You go over to the bed and sit next to her, and you explain how this is going to work.
You need her to say, out loud, that you are a woman, that she wants to have sex with you of her own accord, and that (at least in the real world) sheâs not better than you, and youâre not better than her; that she doesnât really believe all trans women are rapists (or not anymore, at least). You need her to say, out loud, everything she wants you to do to her; youâre not doing anything she doesnât ask you to do. You need her to be comfortable telling you No, out loud; despite only doing things she asks, you want her to use the stoplight system with you, and you will check in frequently. Only when all three criteria are agreed to, will you fuck her like she craves.
She thinks about it for a bit, surprisingly conflicted. Maybe itâs the shame of what sheâs going to say, of what person sheâll be when everything has come out of her mouth, but in the end she agrees. She tells you that she knows youâre a girl, because sheâs gay and sheâs so fucking into you. She tells you that she needs your girldick, that she needs you to break the TERF in her. She gets closer to you on the bed as she says that she needs to be put in her place, beneath you, beneath her superiors. She gets in your lap, straddling you, as she says that she needs you to take her, to use her, to fuck her nice and rough.
Itâs not long before your clothes are off and you have her pinned to the bed.
You keep your word, only doing exactly what she asks of you. Finally you can get a proper look at those perfect tits of hers, that amazing ass, because she said she wants you to. When she says she wants you to grope her tits, you grope her tits. When she says she wants you to spit in her mouth, you spit in her mouth. When she says she wants you to fuck her like two-dollar whore, you do exactly that. Eventually she says that she wants your cum, and you give her that, too. Itâs the best sex either of you have had in months, and apparently the best aftercare sheâs been given ever (âIf this is what kink can be, maybe itâs not such a bad thing,â she says).
A week and a half turns into two weeks, turns to three, then a month, then two, and at that point you two drop the pretense of her âlooking for her own placeâ like she drops her panties for you when sheâs needy for your dick. She doesnât wanna leave, now or ever. Sheâs hooked on you, on being your toy, on being a live-in whore. If only all her old friends could see her now â€ïž
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do you have any tips or suggestions on how to eat someone out and/or suck a dick properly? You seem to be really good at it in your fantasy post and i'd like to hear from such a talented person!
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ooooo I love this ask!! I have been told I am an expert at eating people out hehehe
okay so my advice for eating someone out is always, first and foremost MAKE OUT WITH THEIR PUSSY!! (or even ass!) make out with them as though itâs the most intense passionate makeout session ever!! and make sure you are exploring them with your tongue and your lips, trace every fold, every inch of them!! listen to them, listen to when they moan louder, when they wince or squirm!! focus on what makes them react the most!! and make sure itâs varied, use your tongue, your lips, your teeth (if they react well), suck and lick and nibble! everyone is different!! everyone wants something / needs something different / responds differently, itâs about being in tune with them, listening to them, reacting to their reactions! you will figure out what feels good for them !! (a bonus trick speak into them, mumble into them, and also moan into them it works a treat!!)
now when it comes to sucking dick!! Iâm much less experienced Iâve only actually sucked dick twice :(( but a lot of it imagine is the same !! listen to their responses, donât be afraid to explore!! if youâre a sub let them guide you!! If youâre a dom?? embarrass them, make them tell you what they like!!
(adding little rabbit to my taken emojis for u friend!!)
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