~Another night alone in my lace nighty~
~Another night alone in my lace nighty~
TW: self-injury scar (click Read More to see full picture)
This is a picture of my beautiful friend Jill and I at the World Naked Bike Ride 2012. It was really dark out, so it’s pretty fuzzy. Today is Jill’s birthday!
Hey everyone! It’s my birthday, and the only present I want, the only thing that’s important enough to ask anyone for, is to help me get the fund for my gender confirmation surgery circulating again. Please share, retweet, blog, throw paper airplanes, shout from windows, whatever! Get the word out there for me that Jill needs to get this surgery done so she can turn this chapter in her life and get on with other stuff… like getting geared up for school again!
Thanks! Love you all! <3 <3 <3
Stretching my holes out, my poor little neglected dick peeking out and begging for attention ^_^
My ass is by far my best feature.
my cute nonbinary clit and open hole coming out to say hello! ♥
Translady tits to the rescue. <3
pre-t and 4 months post-op :)
Tw: surgery scars
I’m 19 trans girl and I’m a total queer sub :3.( hoping to start hrt in january)
Having a particularly long commute on the subway to and from work, my mind will frequently wander in directions that are highly inappropriate for a public setting, which is all the more reason to.
Staring off into space I started to think about coming home to a beautiful woman. I’m standing at my closet, with my shirt off and belt in hand and starting to unbutton my jeans. Before I could undo even one button, two soft and delicate hands come up from behind me and grab onto mine. The sexiest voice I’ve ever heard whispers into my ear.
"Put your hands on the wall," she said. Looking down, I had hardly noticed my jaw had slightly dropped as a result of the demand, but I obliged and released my grip and slowly raised my arms to place my hands above my head on the wall. I cocked an eyebrow and imperceptibly moved my head to the left and replied, "Yes ma’am."
She moves one hand lightly over the bulge of my cock and releases one button.
"Oops… my hand must have missed." I could feel her smirking through the back of my head.
"Mmmhm." She knew my smirk and short remark had equally matched her sass as she jerked open the last button in retaliation. I turned around to face her, and what I found was another surprise in itself; this beautiful woman wearing black vintage lingerie with every detail and curve accumulating to a Dita Von Teese doppelgänger. My eyes were mesmerized and my hands were filled with lust. I gave her one look and she knew exactly what was about to happen. I pulled her into me and kissed her deeply. The second I pulled away I couldn’t help but respond with pleasure.
"Mmm I love the taste of your lips.." She smiled.
"You can taste them any time you want," she said while running her fingers through my hair. I smirked. "..I wanna taste the ones between your hips." She melted. I picked her up and kissed her deeply again while turning her around and gently backing her up against the wall. She was exactly where I wanted her. I leveraged one of her legs over my shoulder, and then the other, putting my hands on her perfectly shaped ass, I firmly grabbed her and pushed her upwards so her pussy was parallel to my lips.
I gently ran my breath across the insides of her thighs, working my way towards her now dripping pussy. As soon as I reached her clit, I let out one breath above her golden spot and jumped over to the opposite thigh, laying down a trail of kisses working inwards again. I wrapped my arms around her legs and held on to her hipbones. She was starting to squirm from the teasing as I repeated the trail of small kisses once more.
"Baby please.. " she begged. I stopped and looked up at her before looking straight into her eyes and asked
"How bad do you want it?" Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and was only capable at this point of letting out a moan that screamed "I need your mouth, NOW." I quietly cackled just enough that the vibration from my low voice reached her clit which only made her squirm more in agony knowing that I have everything she wants at this very moment. That thought in itself made me throbbing hard in my half removed jeans.
Still, she’s sitting on my shoulders, gripping on to the wall with one hand and my hair with the other. I looked up at her one more time, passionately and with a look that said “I know exactly what I’m gonna do to you,” I dove right in to that sweet, sweet taste I will forever crave.
Me? I’m nobody.
She referred to herself as a trans woman in the tags, and we would be making a serious mistake if we start policing who’s really trans based on the terms people use for themselves or the kinks they enjoy. People have every right to embrace the slurs used against them, and trans women have every right to enjoy what they enjoy. It’s not rare for trans women to have sissification fantasies, especially earlier on in their transitions.
My tit and clit right after using my magic wand