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i keep thinking about maybe starting up T again, and tbh most of my reasons for wanting it are horny or horny adjacent <3

i wanna grow out a thicker happy trail and pit hair, because i think it would be hot on me <3

i'd love to have bigger bottom growth, both for gender affirming reasons and because i wanna be able to jerk it easier <3

i wanna do the gel or cream, so every night when i put it on i can get even more needy, i could edge and deny myself for agesss and just get more riled up <3

something about viewing my transition in horny ways is very affirming :3 it's probably bc i've seen a bunch of forcemasc posts and honestly they kinda slay, i might try making some eventually <3

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

decided last night i'm gonna try and edge myself for an indefinite amount of days so i'm gonna give updates each day how i end up playing with myself hehe <3

day 1: getting myself high and playing fortnite when i get bored through the day, edging at the end of the night for each time i lose >:3 i rarely win in solo matches hehe, i'll update with total losses at the end of the day

it's easier to put your t gel on wearing a dress, bunny.

that text message had decided my outfit for visiting my boyfriend that evening- a soft, flowy sundress that tickled my thighs as i walked.

his hands were like fire against my skin as they slid under the dress, cupping the backs of my thighs to pull me into his lap. one hand stayed resting there as the other crept upwards beneath the dress- a whimper escaped me as his fingers danced through my budding happy trail, just barely avoiding the waistband of my underwear. such a tease, as always. i loved it.

"such a pretty boy," he cooed softly in my ear, that hand on my thigh squeezing to coax a whine out of my parted lips. "you're becoming such a gorgeous boy for me, pup, all this cute hair coming in! who's my pretty boy, hm?"

i whimpered softly at the loss of contact when his hand left my thigh, only to shiver and obediently tug my dress up to bare my tummy when i saw him reaching for the gel.

"i am, sir."

"good boy." his lips curved into a grin as he rubbed the cool testosterone gel into the soft skin of my tummy, chuckling when a shiver ran through me. "why don't we get this dress off, hm? wouldn't want to get any of your t on it."

i nodded, shivering slightly once more as the dress was peeled off and my skin was exposed to the air. his eyes raked over me appreciatively, my face flushing hot at the obvious ogling.

"so fucking gorgeous," he breathed, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me down on his lap, my clothed tdick pressing against his bulge. i let out a shameless moan at the friction, watching his eyes darken with arousal- my heart fluttered when his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

"i can't wait to make you scream, pretty boy."

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

i need to be fucked.

i don't want the standard definition of just 'having sex', either. i don't want vanilla, i don't want plain missionary, i don't want the stock standard.

i need to be fucked, manhandled, tossed around, slapped and spit on and ruined. i need somebody to drag me across the floor by my hair to shove my face against their crotch and then just laugh at me when i make noises of both pleasure and pain. i need somebody to bite hickeys into a necklace around my throat that lasts a month, or maybe leave bruises there in the shape of their hands instead.

i need someone to treat me like a proper little fag, their cock/strap slamming down my throat until i can just barely breathe around how much drool is dribbling down my chin. i need them laughing at me, mocking me for being such a useless cocksucker that they had to take control and fuck my throat instead. i need them to shove a boot between my legs and harshly command me to grind on it like the filthy dog i am.

i need to beg them to be gentle as i'm pinned down on the nearest surface and stuffed with their cock/strap, only for them to smack me across the face and snarl "be a good toy and take it" while shoving themselves deeper into my dripping cunt. i need to be pounded until i'm begging them to slow down through sobs, even though i don't really mean it, streaky makeup trailing down my cheeks as they pry open my mouth to spit in it. i need to feel my mind go blank as they promise to knock up my tight little hole while i squirt around them with a scream that wakes the neighbours, scratching desperate lines down their back.

i need to be fucked, damn it.

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

i decided the other night to deny myself for an indefinite period and give updates each day <3

day two: got high again and cockwarmed my dildo for a little while 🥰 coughing after smoking made me nice n tight around it and leaning forward to hit my bong pressed it deeperrr

i'm gonna tease myself before snoozing later too, just to make sure i'm getting myself as riled up as possible <3 i'm pretty new to denial so i'm looking forward to seeing how feral i can get over the next,,, idk how long 😵‍💫

kinda sad that a certain bunny isn't being wrestled into a mating press by a mean mutt and bred like a bitch in heat rn :///

see this is funny bc i'm always saying what's the point of making out if it doesn't end with having my face shoved between their legs and humped like a toy and i'm begging so so pretty for them to shove their tdick between my lips and let me make them melt <3

What's the point of making out if it doesn't end with me pinning your head face first against my crotch and aggressively grinding on your face until you're drooling and needy and desprately begging me to fuck your mouth.

listen i don't particularly like anal,,, but i'm considering trying to get myself to at least occasionally enjoy it for the pure purpose of fun tail plugs when i'm in a particularly bunny/puppy/etc mood <3

yes clip ons or something similar could have the same effect but also having it feel like the tail is actually part of my body also sounds fun in a way?