Her alarm rang, the cue to take her nightly pills. When I asked her if she’d consider…not doing that, just staying in bed with me and forgetting all about them…she scoffed.
I don’t want to skip my estrogen.
“Mhm…now try saying the opposite. You don’t have to, just try.”
I…want to skip my estrogen.
I want to skip my estrogen.
“Go on. Why do you want to?”
Because…I want to skip my estrogen because…of you?
“What if I told you I’d ride you? I’d put your cock inside me and ride you until I was satisfied, but only if you promise to be a boy for tonight. No estrogen, no progesterone, no she/her and pretending to be a bottom when I know what you want to do to me. How does that sound?”
When he nodded, I tried my best to restrain my smile. From the second he agreed to my wording, I knew he wasn’t getting to cum. Not inside me, not anywhere. It was going to be much easier to play boy for him with all that pent up frustration and need, making his cock hard until he pinned me down and fucked me like a man.
When I stopped riding him, he flew into a rage, trying to flip me over, trying to force his cock back into me. Sometimes it even worked, and he would accidentally edge himself in me for a few thrusts before I got it out.
Fuck you, you piece of shit, you fucking bitch, I hate you. Give it to me I need it, you piece of shit. His eyes burned with anger and he arched up against my grip. The years of estrogen made him weak, meant that I had no problem holding him down under me, cock throbbing and unable to get any stimulation.
“You need it? Calling me a bitch, a cunt, acting entitled. Missed one dose of e and you’re already back to basics. Just another misogynistic male.”
I’m taking my e, he said. You cheated me.
I laughed. “Go ahead honey. It won’t change how masculine you felt cursing a woman out for not fucking you.”
