C'est la vie

Call me Sterling

This IS my personal blog. I do a lot of kink, sex and cnc posting but this blog is for me to have a safe space as well.

Any, and all, posts are CONSENSUAL. ZERO R@PE I do not condone, ass@ult.

If you want a story written for you. My cash tag is $TheSpaded message me and we will discuss.

Once again. No. Forced. Encounters. Ever.

About me

Ftm switch/dom leaning.

I'm a writer and artist part time so if you want to pay me for content hmu. This blog is going to be a lot of random content and some NSFt stuff(or lots idk I'm going through some shit)

Asks: Feel free to send them. I would adore opinions on stories, fantasies you have, additional story ideas ect. Or just general conversation

I'm in a relationship so nothing directed to/at me. Nothing sexual if you're not 21+. I do not guarantee replies. 0 detrans stuff, like none. If you anon please use some kind of emoji.

Dms: I prefer asks for things involving my stories, but if you're just trying to chat feel free to message me

Limits

No de trans or anything like it

Anything to do with collaring

No Rbait

Dni 

Minors

Homo/transphobes

Terfs 

Anti sw 

People who are into actual rape bait (everything I post is implied cnc/ implied extreme cnc) 

People who hate men

People who hate women

Racists 

Unicorn hunters

Feel free to interact: If ur trans,LGBT, Nerd (I like anime, video games, comics ect), Polyamorous, A furry

You notice your quiet coworker seems to open up around you a bit. He enjoys bantering back and forth so you oblige him. Making mock insults and playful jabs you both fall into a comfortable routine. One day you notice he holds eye contact with you longer, smiles a little more, talks more. You feel good assuming you are becoming friends. After a day of banter, conversing, and even having your lunch together you are closing up when he leans against the wall to talk to you. "This is the last of it" he says handing you a mop. You smirk

"it better be" you make a mock lunge at him as he starts to walk away. He stops turning to look at you, something simmers in his eyes.

"oh yeah or what" the corners of his lips tug upward. You laugh and turn away from him.

"you could take me" you say over your shoulder. Then he's there. His body flush against yours, lips brushing your ear as his breath traces your neck

"want to bet" he smiles against your ear as a shiver trails your spine

He moves you both out of camera vision and begins exploring your body with his hands. You tremble as his hands make their way under your shirt.

"stop, we can't" you try to say. He roughly bends you over a counter. With one swift move he strips your lower half.

"I thought I couldn't take you?" He says slowly moving his fingers over your wet entrance "it looks like I could easily take what I want" you try to protest, attempting to squirm away. He laughs.

"where is that smart mouth now huh?" You freeze as you feel his erection line up with your hole.

"please" you whisper, but it's too late he drives himself deep inside of you.

"fuck you're soaking" he grunts as he ruts against you. You struggle trying to keep your feet on the floor as he sends you closer and closer to an orgasm.

"God I've wanted to do this for days. That smart mouth of yours gets me so hard" he spreads your knees hitting as deep as he can. Your moans mixing with the slopping sounds of you being fucked.

"stop" you try to beg but he reaches between your thighs and pinches your clit, twisting it almost painfully. The sensation sends you over the edge. You feel yourself cum around his cock as it fucks into you.

"good God yes, fuck this is such a good pussy. I can't wait to make it mine" you don't understand what he means until he pins your shoulders to the counter with one hand. The other grabbing your hip. He begins to fuck you hard, reckless, sloppy. Absolutely ruining your pussy with his cock. You cry out. You feel him stiffen as he pumps you full of ropes of hot cum. When he finally pulls out you're a mess of fluids.