late 20s | bi/t4t | ftm

Shoving familiar fingers inside and curling just the way I like it. Making me clench down and let out a little high-pitched whine. He loves that one. Knows that's the one I do when it feels too good. He knows my body too well.

Didn't get to make that sound all night did you bunny?

Shaking my head no as he speeds up the pace. Fucking me better with a hand than my hook up did the entire time we fucked. Not their fault. My lover knows me better. Knows just how hard I need it. How hard I can take it. When to push my limits even when I'm sobbing and taking more than I say I can handle.

Sure you can. Look how you're dripping. Your body is so much more honest with me than this little tongue is.

Stuffing my mouth with my butch's thumb and making me bob my head up and down while he fucks me stupid.

Bet they couldn't get you this dumb, yeah baby?

Can't speak. So I just shake my head. He grips the side of my face and makes me shake with more intensity.

No, aw poor baby. They just don't know how to fuck you like I do?

I nod my head harder, this earns a grin as he slides the thick digit further down my throat making me gag. Tears welling up just the way he likes. Looking up like a helpless little bunny. My masc's helpless little bunny, just wanting to be wrecked by their big, strong butch.

There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.

Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.

John Patrick Dugdale, Awaken, Morton Street, NYC 1997, Cyanotype

I always love tensing my pussy up whenever a man cums inside me just to feel him twitch. It feels so good having your womb coated in cum🥺