#genderless sext

[perfectlyripeclementine]

something cool about queering your idea of sex is that you can walk out of a heavy make out session feeling like you had the rawest sex of your life. you can be sitting close at a bar kissing them and maybe you’ve found a way to sit so your knee is discreetly between their thighs and feeling the pleasure it gives them and then feeling them give that pleasure to you. you can be looking each other in the eye and you can feel them inside you from that alone. like you want to tear their clothes off and are hungry for the feeling of their skin and their closeness but even just this feels like heaven, feels connected to them in the deep place where pleasure comes from.

[manicfairystonerthey]

my partner made me so wet i didn't have to use lube for the first time.

they told me how proud they were at how well i took them. i still can't believe i was able to do it with no pain.

tracing around my pussy and teasing my hole while i flutter and fall even more into my fucked out state.

they got so hard for me while they fucked my throat, i made sure to be a good and pliable hole.

they always take such good care of me, even if i am/(or was, i guess) inexperienced.

[x-honeycomb-x]

Your ftmtf mother is here - Intro

Wants to detransition for the kink, and need some guidance and encouragement? Here I am. I would break the journey into different chapters, and you can always share your progress with me for show-and-tell!

I would keep it old-xhoneycombx style, wholesome, neurodivergent-friendly, genderfluidity-friendly, asexuality-friendly, and hopefully anti-capitalism/consumerism-conscious.

So firstly, welcome daughters! Fucking around with gender is absolutely okay. But unlike most detrans and misgender kink content, I don't like force-play. Instead I'd like to offer some encouragement and acceptance.

I have heard stories about ftms experimenting with/reclaiming femininity for months or years, before returning to being masculine, and I think I am going through a similar process. I've since tried so many different interesting things (that includes voguing in a ballroom!), and I even found out I'm non-binary.

It can feel scary - what if I find out I'm actually not trans? What if I'm too traumatized to feel comfortable in my girl mode? What if my friends and family know? What if it makes me non-binary?

I had all of those thoughts! And may I just say that your safety is the most important thing. If you might trigger your transphobic parents, be safe. If you might trigger an episode and spiral, don't do it without a therapist. I trust that you are smart and capable of making good judgements. <3

But to address those fears, one thing I found in this journey is, that I am me no matter what vessels I put myself in. I've challenged myself, my identities and how I experience myself, and in the end I find myself feeling like me, I transcend all different labels and conditions, and I found a lot of genderless moments where I just am.

Your inner girl is calling you, I'd say why not give her a listen if you are curious?

First task incoming. Let's make space for your girl to think and be:

Prepare a notebook for her

Is there another (feminine optional) name you would like?

What pronouns you wanna explore with (in or out of kink)? It can be a mix with she/they/he/neo-pronouns

Write your name and pronouns on the first page. You can always come back and change it.

Bring her a comforting hoodie

Bring her a stuffed toy you can be a girl around with

Find her a bag and/or a basket that she can put her things in

If you've already been experimenting with detrans kink, you might have more supplies, bring them with you too.

Bring your feminine bras and underwear

Bring your feminine clothes

Bring your sex toys and kink toys

Bring your makeup, if you don't already have a makeup bag/basket, bring one and put them in

Bring your feminine accessories

Write down a list of people she's in contact with (like sext friends) and put it in your notebook

(I would really enjoy a dollar store trip for this task. A notebook, a few baskets, a plush, and maybe some snacks) (But you find most things at home.) (But buying new ones helps if you have too much associations with the old items, or you just like shopping for your girl)

Task 2, some organization would help clear your mind. If you have makeup, put them in a makeup bag/box. If you have feminine clothes and underwear, save a cabinet for them, or at least a basket. If you have sex toys, put them in a big pouch. If you have accessories, get an accessories box. Now that you're being in touch with your femininity, put your supplies in a bag (your notebook, hoodie, stuff toy, and anything you might actively use). My best advice is, put everything above in your girl cabinet, makeup and accessories on your desk, and your bag next to your bed/desk.

What I really want you to accomplish here is that, your inner girl deserves to take up space. She deserves to find the things she's looking for, she deserves a space in your life. She deserves the order so she can have space to think.

Task 3. I want you to put on your hoodie, and/or your bra and underwear, and/or your feminine clothes, and just cuddle your stuffed friend, and lay in bed. Hug it out.

You might get really horny at this point. Go for it, enjoy yourself, make it count. maybe you’re already soaking. Keep it natural by just sticking your fingers in, and really feel them going in and out. Spread your juices on your clit and rub it nicely. Cum on your own hand.

Fap or not, when you've finished and am ready, I want you(-r inner girl) to hug your plush, just hug, and think about how it's okay to be a girl.

It's okay to be a girl. You don't have to be one. You also don't have to be a binary girl, or a full-time girl. You can be sometimes a girl. Main point is, you don't have to be a girl, but it's okay to be a girl. I want you to hug and think about that idea.

(And if you want to, think about "I am a girl", and just be content with it and hug your stuffed friend. Introduce this side of yourself to it if you are ready.)

It goes without saying, if you have any thoughts, put them in your notebook. I hope your girl feels safe, and I look forward to doing more stuff with her/you next time. I hope it has been an okay/interesting/pleasant experience.

You can also inbox me your thoughts! I might not have the capacity to reply to DMs or long messages, but I definitely reads my Asks and reposts. Let me know your thoughts!

[alicethecamelhas2humps]

TW: Personal

I saw a post about autochorissexual recently and it mafe me feel slightly more at ease about myself.

I have a whole bunch of issues, probably all related, but I don't talk about them much. I've found a safe space in tumblr.

But I've also chatted, complimented, flirted and even, ummmm, sexted a few people and I feel a little bit of a fraud letting them make assumptions.

I hate my body, I always have, I hate having photos taken. I don't think my parents ever noticed but I always try and sit facing away from the wall of family photos. I avoid mirrors, I hate selfies, I try hard not to panic getting my hair done.

I prefer they/them. I've never really thought of myself as a "boy" or a "girl" growing up. Although I did my best to do the things expected of me. In my mind I could be either, I flip between the two, my mind translating feelings and sensations as needed. I don't want to change my body, I just wear either, or neither. It's not a kink thing, it's just what feels right.

I've never really liked the idea of actually having physical sex. I'm a virgin. But mentally the idea of others doing so, the concepts, does arouse me. I derive most of my pleasure mentally though, turning other people on, getting a reaction, that's what I enjoy.

Those who know my other blogs know I reblog women, I'm mainly attracted to the female form. I think that blog is me over compensating, trying to make others feel good. I'm honestly in awe of all those women.

On reflection, in my fiction on my "kink" blog, the PoV has never been genderised, at least not intentionally. That the interaction is almost only ever verbal is probably a reflection of my own feelings around sex.

Lockdown in the UK has actually been a blessing for me. I've spent a lot of time at home, while my flatmate is a key worker, so I've had time and space to try dressing differently, comfortably.

I tried to make my avatar as genderless as possible, although I realise it is slightly feminine if anything. I just worry about the people I've talked to making assumptions about me, feeling betrayed when they read this, but I feel guilt that I might have unintentionally misled people.

I realise some people might block me now. I expect I'll get hate anon from trolls.

I'm sorry.

This is me.

[diefakekalvingarrah]

About Malice

Howdy! I’m currently an ASU student majoring in elementary education. I’m a agender and I use any pronouns. I’m bisexual and polyamorous. I unfortunately don’t drive or have a car,,, 

I’m not looking for anything crazy. I’m flexible. But definitely not monogamous. My ideal date is us just hanging out. I don’t want to get dressed up for some lame fancy dinner y’know. Let’s just hang out. Let’s go to the mall and wander around. Let’s go to my house and watch cartoons and eat pizza and messy wings. Let’s go to your place and play video games. Let’s have a picnic and spend the whole time discussing politics. For the love of jah don’t take me to a nice dinner. Hell take me to iHop and lets blow bubbles in chocolate milk. Something fun.

Yeah I’m agender (genderless) but I usually just end up in a “straight relationship”. Like if you’re a girl I slide to the masculine side of the scale. If you’re a dude I slide to the feminine side of the scale. I’m a people pleaser I guess. I’d like to consider myself masculine most of the time. As far as sexing me goes, I prefer sexting than actual sex. And When it comes to actual sex, I’m in it for the foreplay and not to much the penetration or whatever. I’ll stop being gross on main. If you really wanna know ask me. 

I have a couple things you should probably know about me right off the bat but I won’t go throwing out all my personal life story right away. I have DID, ASPD, and severe ADHD. I hyper fixate on Invader Zim. I definitely won’t let any of my personal issues get in the way of our interactions of course. But this is an explanation if I’m a little off, and if you’re ablest, you know to ignore me. It all works out. 

I love talking politics! I love cartoons. I love horror movies and documentaries. I love to draw and I’m passionate about bugs and taxidermy. I’d like to consider myself funny.

I’m not gonna lie to you, I am kinda sorta overweight. Not the fittest person. I’m not the nicest shape. And I don’t have the cutest face. I don’t have acne, but I’m just generally wack lookin. My hair is a mess yeah I don’t have the money to get it cut. Oh yeah I’m a poor college student. Btw. 

Anyway hehe dm me my guy. Ask me questions, get to know me, let’s fuckiiin hang out. Let’s play tennis together. Idk

[perfectlyripeclementine]

when someone finds something that really works on you and they go OH. and you can see their brain go ✨ and they do it again and again for the pleasure of watching your desire for them make you short-circuit

[perfectlyripeclementine]

hey can you do me a favor and sink really deep inside me and tell me to try and stay still while you watch my pussy pulse around your cock and give me small, shallow thrusts that you know won’t be enough for me? yeah no it’s no big deal i just think you might enjoy seeing me incapable of forming words and willing to do anything if you’ll just give me a little more. yeah you could slap my ass and tell me to beg while i’m sucking on your fingers. like, if you wanted to. as a friend.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

one of my favorite parts of sex is right after. like, when we’re done but can’t pull our bodies apart yet. it’s not even aftercare yet, just like - i can’t let you pull out of me. maybe they start to shift and i wrap myself around them. “stay,” i say. my voice in the same pitch as when i was begging for you just a couple minutes ago. “please stay.” they hear me - they press their forehead to mine and let themself sink just a little deeper into me. i shiver. i pulse on them. i can’t be separated from them.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

saying “i need you” when they’re inside me so they pull me tighter and they answer “i know baby, i’m right here, you got me”

[perfectlyripeclementine]

someone giving me head but for their pleasure, not for mine. of course, it’s for mine too — because my pleasure is their pleasure, it’s what they’re after — but this time it’s really for them. because they need to taste me, they need the feeling of me quivering and shaking and throbbing under their tongue. they need me and it’s the least i can do to give myself over. they pull me down to the edge of the bed where they can kneel between my thighs and i can wrap my legs around their face. they are lost in it; moaning into me and it makes me shiver and that makes them moan harder, louder. their tongue changes texture, soft and gentle, round and deliberate. they suck on me, roll me around their mouth.

they take their time; maybe i come; maybe i don’t, maybe it’s just a lazy, languorous kind of pleasure that just keeps washing over my body instead. when they’re done, they have these desirous, intoxicated eyes. they say thank you.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

sometimes you fuck someone who ruins masturbation. like, sometimes someone knows how to make you see God with their fingers inside you or just from looking into your eyes and after that nothing you can do to yourself is enough. your favorite vibrator, your favorite position. coming by yourself helps relieve the ache, marginally, but it doesn’t go away. you can come to the thought of them three or four times in a day, or even in an hour, and maybe they’ll even talk you through it over the phone or leave you a voicenote to fuck yourself to. and maybe it’ll exhaust you. maybe it’ll put you to sleep. but it’s not enough. coming by yourself just isn’t enough. coming for them isn’t enough because you need to come on them, to fill their mouth with your pleasure, to hear that sound they make when you clench and throb around their fingers.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

it doesn’t even really matter if i’m riding or not. what matters is how close we are, chest to chest, when they’re hitting that spot exactly right and i say right there. i say it breathy, can hardly manage the words, i just know i need them to know exactly how good they are.

oh? right there? they ask me. they slow down, hitting the spot more deliberately. it makes me jump. it makes me pulse on them. i say: fuck, you feel that? i clench down around them again as i meet their gaze. i need you to feel me.

and they know exactly what i need. i can see my desire wash over them, witness them feeling it and giving me more of themself. they push my leg up so they can fuck me deeper. hit that spot harder. my whole body is shaking already and i’m collapsed in their arms, blissed out, so willing to take, so willing to give.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

sorry can you repeat that i was noticing how strong your shoulders are and thinking about biting them while i come on your strap

[perfectlyripeclementine]

so…… i’m thinking about how it makes me come really hard to have my clit stimulated while i’m taking strap from behind. and they recently offered a vibrator for my clit while i was taking them and the thought of it alone was so sexy it took me a minute to be able to formulate the words to say yes — at first they thought my silence was disinterest but then once i was able to make words i started begging.

now i’m picturing… them setting up the vibe before we start fucking. they line me up and push their strap into me. maybe i’m blindfolded, maybe i just haven’t noticed the vibe ready for me right next to the bed… they push into me and when my hand goes to my clit they say no. at first i’m confused, they know how much that does for me and they normally love when i touch myself for them. but their voice is stern, and of course that makes me wetter, so i grab the mattress again and start bouncing on them. my clit hard and throbbing without friction. they enjoy it for a second, watching my ass slam against their hips, watching me stretch around their strap. then i feel them bend over, and they tell me: “use this.” they click a button and i hear the buzzing start. i can feel the orgasm building as i bring it to my clit, and it’s not long before i’m clenching around them, before my voice goes up an octave. “good. more. deeper. give me more.” so i give them as much as i can, press the vibe against myself a little harder, to keep giving them my pleasure. when finally i can’t come anymore, i toss the vibe aside. they say: “i didn’t tell you to stop.” of course they didn’t. they push it back into my hands, i bring it back to my clit. so raw and sensitive. i’ll take it so well for them.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

cool but what if it was my first time taking strap in a while so i asked you to go slow. and you made sure you got me wet first, kissing my neck, playing with my nipples. and you followed my directions and so, so slowly push in the head of your cock. and you watched yourself enter me. and maybe you gave me one or two shallow thrusts just to see me stretch around you before you keep sinking into me. and your eyes go from my pussy to my face - my mouth hanging open, my eyes shut. you see me grab for the sheets so you lace your fingers with mine — let me grab you instead. closing my eyes with pleasure as i adjust to you. and you feel the shudders move through my whole body as i take you. and when you bottom out i make a noise - that deep oh you like that comes from my throat. and i start fucking you from underneath, my nails digging into your hand, pulling you in with my legs. and you look down at my hips working you and you moan and you kiss me. and you let yourself have the pleasure i give you before you say in my ear: oh, what happened to going slow?

[perfectlyripeclementine]

that sound they make when they find you wet and they’ve missed you. they’ve got you laid out just how they want you, how they’ve been wanting you, how they’ve been thinking about you. and it’s been so long since they heard your pleasure and now you’re finally here together. you are floating, grounded by the softness of their skin and the warmth in your belly that draws you closer to them. and they lean into every sweet sound of yours. and you hear how they go: oh, fuck. and it pulls you deeper and your nails dig into them and your legs wrap around them and you hear them again: fuck, oh my god.

their fingers push into you and you join them in calling for the holy; you mumble your desires into their lips. please. more. yes. deeper. you can’t let go of them; can’t let them draw an inch away from you, can’t let their skin leave yours. they hit that rhythm. “god, you’re for me, aren’t you?” and it’s wonder in their voice, like the way you open for them is the most beautiful gift they’ve ever been given.