đľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤ just found out a tgirl I was talking to got nudes of me from another tgirl i was talking to and it's the hottest thing ever holy fuckk my pussy is so wet thinking about being used as porn for pretty girls <3
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đľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤ just found out a tgirl I was talking to got nudes of me from another tgirl i was talking to and it's the hottest thing ever holy fuckk my pussy is so wet thinking about being used as porn for pretty girls <3

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Mean lesbian friend that forces herself on me every time we are alone to show me I'm actually still a girl because I wouldn't be so wet if I didn't like her reminding me
Wish I was sitting on the ground, hugging a woman, both of us naked. Wish we could adjust so that our pussies are touchingâor at least our clits. Tits so close togetherâŚI want to be with a woman so bad ugh
Also I donât think Iâm ever getting top surgery cause I like my nipples played with way too much to chance losing any stim. Maybe one day Iâll feel confident enough to wear the sheer shirts I want to wear without getting top surgery? Unlikely but maybe in the right settingsâŚhmm
All I want is for a woman to stare at my little titties through my sheer shirt and then pretend like she wasnât. Want a woman to stare at my crotch and imagine riding my dickâor 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 weâre out somewhere semi-private. Sheâd slip them under my packer, ignoring that thing to get to what she really wants: my soft warm hole. Her just blatantly ignoring my dickâeven my tdickâand 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. Iâd turn my head toward her and beg her to touch my dick.
âYou want me to tug your clit?â
Yeah, sure, whatever. Itâs hot when she calls it that. But only when she does.
I hope sheâd make me touch her first. I have to earn that kind of treatment. I have to worship her body. Then maybe sheâll âsuck me off,â 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 itâs always a constant strain in our relationship. One that she always wins. I know who I am, but my voice doesnât matter as much as her chance to fuck cute butch cunt. And it turns me on so much to know Iâm letting her win. Not because I want to, but because I canât 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 babyâs first, and I like it when she finds pleasure in my form. Iâm hers to take, and I canât 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 âboyâ and never her man. When she talks to me like Iâm 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 itâs 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.
i would never give up my identity and dignity for a man. a woman with a dark glint in her eye and a sweet way of speaking, howeverâŚ..
Iâve been seeing more and more ftm porn content being labeled lesbian and it turns me on so much. I love seeing tags like âdykeâ âbutchâ and âhuge clitâ, I love the degradation of the barrier between trans man and butch woman as identities. Even the most masculine ftms canât deny being lesbians when a pretty femme puts her mouth on their clit. Ftms belong in lesbian porn exclusively, Iâd love to erase from the internet all of the âgayâ content of ftms getting fucked by cis men.

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helping a previously stone butch figure out she loves penetration when it's with the right woman. folding her legs back and slowly fucking her, tip to base, watching her eyes get glassy as she feels every inch of me pleasuring her pussy. hushing her when she whines so i can hear her cunt talking back to me and tease her for getting so wet. keeping her legs still when they shake while i fuck her through an intense orgasm, gently kissing her cervix as she pulses and grips my strap while it's deep inside her. taking care of her when she's out of it afterwards, trembling and dripping down her ass from getting fucked so carefully and thoroughly
need to get detransed into someone's alt tomboy gf. no dysphoria, obviously showing off my female body and getting attention as a cute girl. make sure others obviously know how kinky I am, what a submissive slut I've become. maybe I still call myself nonbinary, but obviously not trans, and very obviously not a man. make me what I'm terrified to be seen as now.
I want a girl to say sheâs bisexual when we get together. She reassures me that she seems me as a man and that im her boyfriend.
Later in bed she asks to scissor me, even though im hesitant I eventually agree despite how dysohroic itâll make me. She holds me down and begins to rub our female vulvas together. She tells me that sheâs so happy to have a butch girlfriend like me to have hot lesbian sex with. It makes me so dysphroic but it makes my pussy so wet
best way to keep a fakeboy from doing something silly like transitioning is to give her sloppy head every day. really focus on that little clit and drippy hole. make her admit she loves being a girl every time her pussy comes hard from slow, attentive tongue massages. "becoming a boy" can't be all that exciting if she's coming this hard with parts that supposedly make her sooo dysphoric
oral slave cuntboy when. all i can think about is my fingers down your throat, my strap down your throat, all my friends cocks down your throat. i want to forget what your voice sounds like because all i know are the wet noises of you getting facefucked. having you worship my tdick for hours.

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group of tgirls holding me down and raping my fakeboy pussy full of cum until there's no chance i'm not pregnant
fakegirl that gets tired of pretending he sees me as a guy and encourages me to detrans into an emo tomboy⌠he accepted his true identity, so I should do the same. getting wet just thinking about it;; I can still dom sometimes, but other times he bends me over and breeds me with his perfect femboy cock and calls me a good girl⌠whew. being someoneâs cute assertive gf whoâs secretly a softie~
itâs just insanely hot that pregnancy doesnât require consent. at the end of the day, my womb overrides my brain. like, I could have the worst night of my life, raped by someone I thought I could trust, and it wouldnât even stop there? you could just, force me into the grueling process of getting an abortion? @_@ making appointments and being reminded of what my pussy is for, ngh. well-meaning doctors assuring me that Iâm not alone and other women have made it through the same situation </3
I'm stalking a cuntgirl and it's soooo much fun <33 she's so cute and accidentally keeps giving me more information <3 I can't wait to find her and fuck her throat and breed her deeply <3 she'll be so much fun to rape
So many people talk about fixing fakeboys through edging and denial, and while that's great I also think there's something to be said about fixing us through pleasure.
Rub my little clit, eat me out, finger my weeping hole, shove your cock into my pussy... do whatever it takes to make me feel the utter bliss of a female orgasm. How can I deny my true nature when I experience the ultimate womanly pleasure? How can I claim I don't like being a girl when I'm moaning and dripping so much? How can I ignore my cunt when all I can feel is her gripping and squeezing you in her ecstasy?
Once you get me addicted to it there's no going back. I'll never try to be a man when I know being a woman feels so much better.

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You wake up in a strange room, your head throbbing. The last thing you remember is a rag over your face, a sweet chemical smell, and then nothing. Youâre on a plush bed, but your wrists are tied to the headboard with silk scarves. A man stands at the foot of the bed, watching you. Heâs older, well-dressed, with a calm, unnerving smile. Good, youâre awake, he says. His voice is smooth, almost gentle.
You struggle, but the knots are tight. Please, you start to say, but he holds up a hand. Weâre going to play a game, he says. Youâre going to be my good girl.
He produces a bag and lays out its contents on the bed beside you: a lacy pink dress, silk stockings, a pair of delicate heels, and a wig of long, blonde hair. Your heart pounds. Youâre a man. Youâve fought so hard to be seen as one. This feels like a violation deeper than anything physical. Put these on, he instructs, untying one of your wrists. Or Iâll have to put them on for you.
Your survival instinct kicks in. With trembling hands, you do as he says. The dress is soft against your skin, the stockings sheer. The wig settles heavily on your cropped hair. He helps you with the heels, his hands firm on your ankles. When you stand, you feel ridiculous, exposed, your masculine frame draped in femininity.
Look at you, he murmurs, guiding you to a full-length mirror. So pretty. You stare at your reflectionâa stranger in a pink dress. You tell yourself youâre just playing along, just surviving. But as he runs a hand over the lace on your hip, a traitorous shiver runs through you. You hate this. You should hate this. But a secret, shameful part of you is stirring, fascinated by the girl in the mirror, by his approving gaze. You bite your lip, refusing to acknowledge the heat blooming low in your belly.
His hands are on you then, one cupping your breast through the thin lace of the dress, his thumb rubbing over your nipple until it hardens. You flinch, trying to pull away, but he holds you firm against his body, your back to his chest as you both face the mirror. See how responsive you are, he whispers in your ear. Such a good girl for me.
His other hand slides up your thigh, pushing the skirt of the dress out of the way. You gasp when his fingers find your pussy, stroking over you through your underwear. Youâre wet, embarrassingly so, and he lets out a low, pleased hum. You try to tell yourself it's just fear, just your body's stupid reaction, but the truth is his touch feels good. When he pulls your panties aside and slips a finger inside you, you can't help but press back against him, a soft moan escaping before you can bite it back.
That's it, he praises, his voice dripping with satisfaction. My good girl knows what she needs. You hate how those words make your stomach flutter, how they send another rush of heat between your legs. You close your eyes, but you can still see that pretty, feminine reflection in your mind, and you know you're getting more turned on by the second.
He turns you around to face the mirror again, his hands firm on your hips. You see the fear and shame in your own eyes, but also a dark, eager hunger you don't recognize. He pushes the lace panties aside completely, and you feel the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You brace yourself, your knuckles white where they grip the dresser. He pushes in slowly, a deep, relentless stretch that steals your breath. You watch in the mirror as he fills you, your body yielding to him.
A broken sound tears from your throatâpart protest, part pure, helpless want. He starts to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that makes every nerve sing. You can see everything: the way the pink lace strains over your chest with each thrust, the way your mouth falls open, the flush spreading across your skin. You try to hold onto your anger, your identity, but it's useless. Your pussy clenches around him greedily, pulling him deeper with every withdrawal. He groans, his hands tightening on your hips, and picks up the pace. The sound of skin on skin, of his grunts and your whimpers, fills the room.
Good girl, he breathes against your neck, and itâs like a key turning in a lock inside you. You come apart, your back arching, a scream ripped from your lungs as your orgasm crashes over you in violent, pulsing waves. You feel your own release soaking his cock, feel your walls milking him desperately. He fucks you through it, never slowing, until his own rhythm falters and he buries himself to the hilt with a roar. You feel the hot rush of his cum flooding you, marking you, claiming you. Your knees give out, but he holds you up, both of you panting and spent, staring at the ruined, pretty girl in the mirror who is somehow still you. And you know, with a sick, thrilling certainty, that you loved every second of it.
I miss having tongue in my cunt. Itâs so warm and rough and feels sooo good. My dream rn is to be eaten out by a lesbian. She holds my thighs on her shoulders, rests her hand over my abdomen. Feeling the familiar shape of a woman underneath her. Tracing over my uterus. Licking my big clit and sliding her finger in and out of my wet pussy, before she takes it out and replaces it with her hungry tongue. I keep getting wetter and wetter for her. She loves a drooling butch cunt. And I love being her toy to play with. I love having my legs spread and my body being stared at, tasted, and admired.
Pull back and take your phone out of your pocket. Spread my lips with your free hand and take a picture of the pussy you know belongs to you. I hope you keep it. I want you to message me at night and tell me how you got off to my vagina again. Tell me how much you want to have gay sex with me. I wonât correct youâbecause I want it too.