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I love the taste of pleasure fluids, some taste like salt and sugar, some people taste like cherries, others like black licorice. Some taste like earth and grass while, some taste like meat and smoke. Some people taste so hearty and strong that it overwhelms my senses while others taste so faintly of anything I could drink them like water. I want to consume a part of you, be closer both literally and metaphorically. I want to taste everything that you make in response to my touch, knowing that I made you make that, knowing that you’re feeling so good.
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“Teach me…Take me…I want to taste you.”
- Paula Vogel, Indecent. Said in various moments by multiple characters.
A slightly less horny post today, Indecent has been one of if not my favorite plays for the past 6 years or so. Masterfully written, beautifully produced by every company I’ve seen or worked with, and has made me cry without fail every time. For those unacquainted, the play follows the mostly true story of the life of one Sholem Asch, a Jewish playwright in the early 20th century in Poland after he has written what would become his most successful and most controversial play of all time, The God of Vengeance. This play was received with much shock and horror as much as it was awe and adoration. It went on a world tour, and eventually landed in Broadway, where it was a resounding success. However, the more conservative attitudes of the time gave the play some trouble. Mainly, it contains one of the first modern open relationship between two women on stage. More than that, while it is a scandalous relationship and a forbidden one, it is beautiful, and loving, and true. This depiction of a same sex relationship in a positive light caused an uproar which resulted in the cast and production crew being arrested on charges of indecency. There’s more in Vogel’s play but I won’t spoil it if you want to read it or watch it if it’s being produced near you. The relationship between Rifkele and Manke is one of the most beautiful things I have seen on stage or read, their words evoke such sweetness and care and desire, they know how dangerous their love is, and in The God of Vengeance, it proves to be their downfall. But for the moment it exists on stage, the moment when the rain is falling, the moments when Rifkele says those words to Manke, “I want you to teach me,” “I want you to take me,” “I want to taste you,” I can’t help but long for that kind of love, that kind of desire. It’s so beautiful. It makes the next scenes all the more impactful when Vogel crushes your soul.
Anyway sorry for normal posting on the horny posting blog but I just love this play so goddamn much I can’t help it. I guess it kind of applies lol. Anyway go see/read it, there’s a pdf online for free.
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I received head for the first time a little while ago and omfg I had no idea it could feel so good. I’d given head a few times before but I’m not super used to being on the receiving end of pleasure from a partner. I typically just touch myself because it feels the most natural and causes the least dysphoria for me. But holllly fucking shit. This happened over a month ago and I’m still thinking about it. Even though I didn’t cum it was better than any feeling I’ve had before. Every time I get horny I start imagining the sensation of soft, warm, wet lips and tongue. Taking me in, licking, sucking, kissing, swirling, tasting, it all just radiates comfortable warmth and pleasure. I want more. I need more.
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I just want soft cuddlefucking. Arms holding me tightly, a nice slow deep fuck, kissing and praising me while wiping my tears away, fucking all the stupid sad out my head, reassuring me it'll be okay soon and that they've got me
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corruption brain go brrrr
someone new to sex not knowing how to touch themselves, unsure of themselves and worried they are doing it wrong, almost to scared to submit to anyone for fear of disappointing their partner. I coo at them, assure them that I'll take care of them perfectly if they just trust me and allow themselves to feel the sensations, blindfold them and get them just high enough that they can't get caught in their head while I explore their body.
I slowly find the perfect way to push all their buttons, slowly making them gasp. As goosebumps start to rise on their skin I press my warm body against theirs, feeling them try to press in closer against their restraints. They soak through their underwear so easily for me, and their shaky breaths are just begging for me to show them just how good sex can feel.
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Wrestling me to my sheets, you are about to win our playfighting, but I play dirty. My fingers stroke your sides, and you laugh, losing your balance and falling onto your back for me to pin you by one wrist.
You reach up and feel my nipple through my binder. I bow forward, melting into your touch, but still keeping my grip around your other wrist.
Our bare thighs caress when I straddle you, and I've won. I move my hips and we barely brush at the apex of our legs. You pretend to strain against my grasp, but by the look on your face, you like this turn of events.
With one swift motion, I grab your other wrist and find the cuffs on the nightstand. The metal glints with a warm hue cast from the tealights in a row.
They clamp cold around your wrists and you are secured to the headboard at my complete mercy. You're so sweet like this for me I can't help myself; I cup your jaw and kiss you so tenderly, lowering myself over you and pressing our bodies together as we make out.
Fuck. The feel of your bulge pressed against my cunt is threatening to make me lose my composure and just rip your panties off now. Soft whimpers draw from my mouth as I rut into you, the friction against my briefs intoxicating.
I stop myself and heave, shockingly already at the edge so fast. I look at you, your lashes sweeping over eyes that show such vulnerability. My hands roam down hungrily to your hips, and they raise off of the bed in response.
I raise slightly with a smug grin.
Silly girl, with a tent in your striped panties that bring forth the image of a big top. Think I'm going to pull them off and relieve the pressure? No, we're nowhere near that.
You squirm when I kiss down your neck. I look up at you and you're biting your lip, stifling your whines, holding back from me. We're not having that.
I find the place that I know is tender and chuckle against the warm divot when I get an enthusiastic response. My kisses are hot and wet right there, eliciting those sweet whines and moans that send flames through my veins.
I lift up suddenly and push down on your chest when you protest.
Your whimpering for more ceases when I roll my binder over top of me, freeing my nipples that are so hard they can no longer stand to be restrained.
A noise catches in the back of your throat as you are now throbbing against my cunt. We're panting, my head dizzy, but I once again resist the urge to tear the rest of our clothes off and fuck you.
You begin to beg for it and it's so delicious it fuels me forward, wanting more to prolong your torment than I am focused on chasing my own release.
Making us both wait for it, just swirling in that pool of arousal, is just as good if not better than the sex itself. Don't you agree? I know you do, it's why you let me do this with you, let me tease you until you're crying with need.
I lower myself back to you and kiss your shoulder then down, taking in your scent. You're rutting up toward my mouth when I kiss down your stomach, twisting fitfully in the sheets.
You are openly begging for me to go down faster.
It's torture fuck it is, I want you but I continue my trail down devastatingly slow.
This is so much harder for me than it is for you, I tell you.
Your skin glistens with the want to be touched all over and I can't help myself, I lick at the place where your panties press into your thigh. You jump at the wetness and warmth.
All at once I am on your clothed, rock-hard dick with my tongue, flat licks up the front of your panties from the base to the tip, and you are wheezing.
It twitches beneath the fabric as I kiss it on the underside of your tip, and then I slow to a stop when it pulses under my lips.
I grab your balls and squeeze them, telling you to breathe.
You beg through shallow breaths and I'm on your dick again, with lighter touches with my lips and tongue than before.
Your please-fuck-mes and my name mesh together as they flow unfiltered from your mouth, on tap for my delight.
Your voice fills me with so much pleasure, it just makes me want to keep you in this torment forever; I tell you this before I give your dick one more kiss and I lift back over you, pressing our bodies together.
You better not dare come, I say then, and I grind my cunt on the base of your shaft.
I repeat this whole process several more times until we are both panting frantically, flushed and slick with sweat as if I've already pounded you through several orgasms.
Finally, I have decided that we're ready. Without warning I grab your ass and lift your hips, pulling your panties down your thighs, so wet as they roll all the way down.
Your yeses blending with my name makes me laugh through my heavy breaths, even sweeter to my ears than your desperate begging.
My hands shake as I peel off my briefs, my cunt throbbing and hot. I press it down onto your shaft and grind into you, finally naked as we touch.
You cry out as you come almost immediately. I'm quick to join you, pummeling your twitching, pulsing dick that unloads onto our stomachs and screaming your name as I come hard and squirt violently on you.
I am not done.
My lovely girl, I tell you through ragged breaths, you were so good, I am going to reward you now by teaching you how to get a dick wet.
I reach for our nightstand again and pull out my strap. I stick the bulb end inside while I am still coming down from that first high and you are watching me in anticipation.
Maybe a little bit of anxiety in your eyes.
I ask you if you are okay and you say yes, and I remind you to use our word if you are not.
You say okay.
Such a good girl for me, I say.
I use your ejaculate to lube up my strap, scooping some off of your stomach and stroking up and down the base to the tip while you watch wide-eyed.
I grip your asscheeks and lift up your hips, then I scoop up more of your essence and finger your hole. You moan deep in your throat as I slowly stretch you out.
I line up my wet strap to your entrance, gasping at your high whine as I slowly enter you.
I check in once again if you're okay.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you.
You practically yell at me to fuck you.
I laugh in surprise, then groan low as I push down on your chest and I push in and out, clumsy at first. I gasp at the sensation, pulled into a rhythm as instinct takes over.
You throw your head back with a sensual moan. Fuck it. I pick up the pace, and soon I am pounding you hard, crying out into your shoulder as a second orgasm wracks my body.
I keep going through my spasms. I need you so bad. I need to touch and taste and smell you like the air that I breathe. I need to know and memorize every inch of you, my love.
I fuck your ass until ropes of your come splash on my stomach and chest. Your eyes roll back and you jump as I grab your dick and pump you for more and more.
You say it's too much, you're so sensitive, but you love being pushed past the point where the pleasure becomes torment. It's why you let me win, why you let me cuff you, why you haven't said our word as I pound in and out of you until I come shaking and yelling.
I can't get enough! I tell you as I bring us both to white hot pleasure again and again and again.
The candles slowly burn down and the room goes dark with puffs of smoke, burning us both down with eternal desire.
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how do u get asks from horny transgenders on here im trying to get bounced on virtual cock and make out with digital pussy
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I need someone who is addicted to me. Someone who can’t get off unless they’re thinking about me. Nothing else gets them hard like how the mere thought of me does. They wish they could have me every second of every day but can’t. So they settle for jerking off to pictures of me or thinking about me. Or sending me filthy texts/audio messages about all the things they want to do to me.
When they finally get their hands on me, they can’t help but lose control. Overwhelmed with their desire for me, they can’t choose one area to fixate on so their greedy hands roam over my whole body. Making sure not a single area of skin is untouched. They kiss all over in a similar fashion while murmuring about how much they missed me even though the last time they had me wasn’t even that long ago.
After that they use their tongue to make me cum over and over and over again. They love tasting me and feeling how my body trembles against them. They love that it’s their tongue that brings me to a place of such ecstasy. They’d be so hard as they did it, grinding on the mattress and moaning into me. Even though it doesn’t give them direct pleasure, they get off from making me feel good. When they finally slide into me they groan and bury their face in my neck while sucking marks into my skin. They tell me how fucking good I feel and that they can’t pull out, making a pretty little sloppy mess out of my boycunt.
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such a horny clip of me humping a pillow and showing my tits and no pervy trans freak to send it to 😔
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God I'm really glad to see so many people being fed up with this sites bullshit but I need all of you to understand that what happened to Avery has its origins in the callout posts many of yall have been spreading for years. Like not in some abstract way I mean I can trace the direct origins of these escalating waves of harassment against her to a callout post from just over 2 years ago that she and I and many others were tagged in demanding we condemn some random transfem for the crime of being kinky
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For those who don't remember, here's the lawsuit two years ago where Tumblr (or specifically Automattic) settled with the New York City Commission on Human Rights regarding Tumblr's terribly implemented porn ban targeting LGBTQ folk more than it should. Here's an excerpt detailing what the NYCCHR ordered Tumblr to do:
The settlement gives Tumblr 180 days to hire an expert on sexual orientation and gender identity (SOGI) issues and provide related training to moderators. It must also hire someone with experience in this area as well as expertise in image classification, who will review Tumblr’s moderation algorithms to see if they’re more likely to flag LGBTQ content. As part of an overall review, Tumblr will reexamine 3,000 old cases where a user successfully appealed a takedown, looking for patterns that could indicate bias.
Now, on a totally unrelated note, here's the complaint page for reporting discrimination to the NYCCHR. Completely unrelated to what's going on right now or the rest of this post, I swear.
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hey if you’re trans and just as scared as i am staying on this site and ever wanted to talk to me you can ask for my discord, it’s the only other social media i have so if i get got ever it’ll be a while before i reappear anywhere else
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what can tme people like myself do to make trans women/tma people feel safer? watching all of these trans women be targeted by staff itself, ESPECIALLY in predestrogen's case, is so sickening. what is trans solidarity if it doesnt include trans women and their happiness and safety?
speak out. tell your friends. raise a huge fucking stink about this. reblog tumblr's ceo referring to a very not it/its trans woman as "it", threatening to sic the fucking FBI on her, deleting her account four times, ignoring her harassment. me and my friends are only so big, this needs to be a fucking SCANDAL. if strangeaeons isnt making a video about it by april we've failed.
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I wanna cuddle with you while lazily grinding. Not really caring about getting anywhere, just comfortable pleasure
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My favourite kind of sex is just holy shit I want you so bad sex. The kind where you are both just so into it that there's no clear idea of who's in charge, just pure lust. So much tension that you just can't keep your hands off of one another, and the only thing you can both think about is how the other person tastes. It's so much chaos and I think about it so much <3
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Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.
Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.
Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.
He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.
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GOD I would kill for someone to be casually eating me out rn while I do work on my computer
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