Wish I was sitting on the ground, hugging a woman, both of us naked. Wish we could adjust so that our pussies are touchingāor at least our clits. Tits so close togetherā¦I want to be with a woman so bad ugh
Also I donāt think Iām ever getting top surgery cause I like my nipples played with way too much to chance losing any stim. Maybe one day Iāll feel confident enough to wear the sheer shirts I want to wear without getting top surgery? Unlikely but maybe in the right settingsā¦hmm
All I want is for a woman to stare at my little titties through my sheer shirt and then pretend like she wasnāt. Want a woman to stare at my crotch and imagine riding my dickāor scissoring with me. Maybe she tries to focus on the more affirming fantasy but she wants my cunt so bad it always goes back to that.
Maybe one day we get together. Maybe she gets the courage to slip her fingers down my pants when weāre out somewhere semi-private. Sheād slip them under my packer, ignoring that thing to get to what she really wants: my soft warm hole. Her just blatantly ignoring my dickāeven my tdickāand feeling up inside of me. Her favorite place to be. Her finger-fucking me while we sit at the park or in the car, etc. Her watching my face go from embarrassed, to a little sad, to pleasured and lost in bliss. Iād turn my head toward her and beg her to touch my dick.
āYou want me to tug your clit?ā
Yeah, sure, whatever. Itās hot when she calls it that. But only when she does.
I hope sheād make me touch her first. I have to earn that kind of treatment. I have to worship her body. Then maybe sheāll āsuck me off,ā though for her, she likes licking my swollen clit and pushing her tongue through my folds. She always dips it into my pussy and sometimes I almost complain, but always it feels so good.
I want a woman who sees me as a woman, and itās always a constant strain in our relationship. One that she always wins. I know who I am, but my voice doesnāt matter as much as her chance to fuck cute butch cunt. And it turns me on so much to know Iām letting her win. Not because I want to, but because I canāt fight it. Her claim over my body is so right and so complete. This pussy belongs to her. This dick belongs to her. My tits belong to her.
Everything of mine is my babyās first, and I like it when she finds pleasure in my form. Iām hers to take, and I canāt help how much I love it when she takes me like a girl. When she takes my pussy, when she stims my nipples and cups my breasts. When she calls me her little butch, her āboyā and never her man. When she talks to me like Iām one of the girls, referencing things only women experience and understand. When she undermines everything I tried to build because she knows her body, her smile, her approval is worth it to me. She knows itās hard for me, and my struggle turns her on. As long as I never try to change, never try to take my pink pussy away from her. And why would I ever think to do that? I just want her to be with me, like she always has.
