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vaspider · 2 years

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Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.

It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.

On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.

I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"

That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.

Never.

These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.

And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.

Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.

You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.

But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.

That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.

It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.

Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.

Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.

Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.

They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.

But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.

I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."

(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.

Fucker.)

But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.

I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.

But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.

The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.

That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.

The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.

#long post #uncensored slurs #slurs #homophobic slurs #ronald reagan's grave is a gender neutral toilet #lgbtq #queer #trans #transgender #fag #dyke #lgbt

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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what your fav obey me love interest says about you (except they're only the reasons i'm attracted to them)

Lucifer

you have daddy issues and desperately seek the approval of those who dislike most people

mean people are def kinda hot to you

Mammon

you crave someone falling head over heels on their ass for you regardless of your flaws

you're a sucker for friends to lovers

Leviathan

mutual dweebery is the relationship dynamic you aspire to

you are autistic

Satan

you were a sad, lonely child growing up that finds comfort in finding others like you

hearing smart people talk is strangely attractive to you

Asmodeus

you want to be seen as significant by someone you perceive out of your league, and you want that person to be interested in you despite how plain you are

you like femboys/you are bisexual

Beelzebub

you just want someone to be nice to you

you want someone to be able to pick you up whenever with ease and toss you around like a ragdoll for shits and giggles

Belphegor

a quick wit is a quick way into your pants heart

you like when people are very forward and open with their attraction to you

Diavolo

you have a savior complex and want to retroactively fix his trauma

you like sunshine-y men who can flip a switch and be serious like it's nothing

Barbatos

being good at everything is incredibly attractive to you

you like the idea of a stoic person showing emotion around you

Simeon

you like nice men who genuinely enjoy your presence

a man with a cute laugh can bring you to your knees in a matter of moments

Solomon

you love being able to razz your partner and have it be fun and casual (@ every peepaw joke i make about him)

you like friends to lovers (but specifically here in that way where you go from friends to friends with enough romantic tension to make everyone place bets on when you'll get together to lovers)

[the sequel]

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writingwithcolor · 4 months

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My alternate universe fantasy colonial Hong Kong is more authoritarian and just as racist but less homophobic than in real life, should I change that?

@floatyhands asked:

I’m a Hongkonger working on a magical alternate universe dystopia set in what is basically British colonial Hong Kong in the late 1920s. My main character is a young upper middle-class Eurasian bisexual man. I plan to keep the colony’s historical racial hierarchy in this universe, but I also want the fantasy quirks to mean that unlike in real life history, homosexuality was either recently decriminalized, or that the laws are barely enforced, because my boy deserves a break. Still, the institutions are quite homophobic, and this relative tolerance might not last. Meanwhile, due to other divergences (e.g. eldritch horrors, also the government’s even worse mishandling of the 1922 Seamen's Strike and the 1925 Canton-Hong Kong Strike), the colonial administration is a lot more authoritarian than it was in real history. This growing authoritarianism is not exclusive to the colony, and is part of a larger global trend in this universe. I realize these worldbuilding decisions above may whitewash colonialism, or come off as choosing to ignore one colonial oppression in favor of exaggerating another. Is there any advice as to how I can address this issue? (Maybe I could have my character get away by bribing the cops, though institutional corruption is more associated with the 1960s?) Thank you!

Historical Precedent for Imperialistic Gay Rights

There is a recently-published book about this topic that might actually interest you: Racism And The Making of Gay Rights by Laurie Marhoefer (note: I have yet to read it, it’s on my list). It essentially describes how the modern gay rights movement was built from colonialism and imperialism.

The book covers Magnus Hirschfeld, a German sexologist in the early 1900s, and (one of) his lover(s), Li Shiu Tong, who he met in British Shanghai. Magnus is generally considered to have laid the groundwork for a lot of gay rights, and his research via the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft was a target of Nazi book-burnings, but he was working with imperial governments in an era where the British Empire was still everywhere.

Considering they both ended up speaking to multiple world leaders about natural human sexual variation both in terms of intersex issues and sexual attraction, your time period really isn’t that far off for people beginning to be slightly more open-minded—while also being deeply imperialist in other ways.

The thing about this particular time period is homosexuality as we know it was recently coming into play, starting with the trial of Oscar Wilde and the rise of Nazism. But between those two is a pretty wildly fluctuating gap of attitudes.

Oscar Wilde’s trial is generally considered the period where gay people, specifically men who loved men, started becoming a group to be disliked for disrupting social order. It was very public, very scandalous, and his fall from grace is one of the things that drove so many gay and/or queer men underground. It also helped produce some of the extremely queercoded classical literature of the Victorian and Edwardian eras (ex: Dracula), because so many writers were exploring what it meant to be seen as such negative forces. A lot of people hated Oscar Wilde for bringing the concept to such a public discussion point, when being discreet had been so important.

But come the 1920s, people were beginning to wonder if being gay was that bad, and Mangus Hirschfeld managed to do a world tour of speaking come the 1930s, before all of that was derailed by wwii. He (and/or Li Shiu Tong) were writing papers that were getting published and sent to various health departments about how being gay wasn’t an illness, and more just an “alternative” way of loving others.

This was also the era of Boston Marriages where wealthy single women lived together as partners (I’m sure there’s an mlm-equivalent but I cannot remember or find it). People were a lot less likely to care if you kept things discreet, so there might be less day to day homophobia than one would expect. Romantic friendships were everywhere, and were considered the ideal—the amount of affection you could express to your same-sex best friend was far above what is socially tolerable now.

Kaz Rowe has a lot of videos with cited bibliographies about various queer disasters [affectionate] of the late 1800s/early 1900s, not to mention a lot of other cultural oddities of the Victorian era (and how many of those attitudes have carried into modern day) so you can start to get the proper terms to look it up for yourself.

I know there’s a certain… mistrust of specifically queer media analysts on YouTube in the current. Well. Plagiarism/fact-creation scandal (if you don’t know about the fact-creation, check out Todd in the Shadows). I recommend Kaz because they have citations on screen and in the description that aren’t whole-cloth ripped off from wikipedia’s citation list (they’ve also been published via Getty Publications, a museum press).

For audio-preferring people (hi), a video is more accessible than text, and sometimes the exposure to stuff that’s able to pull exact terms can finally get you the resources you need. If text is more accessible, just jump to the description box/transcript and have fun. Consider them and their work a starting place, not a professor.

There is always a vulnerability in learning things, because we can never outrun our own confirmation bias and we always have limited time to chase down facts and sources—we can only do our best and be open to finding facts that disprove what we researched prior.

Colonialism’s Popularity Problem

Something about colonialism that I’ve rarely discussed is how some colonial empires actually “allow” certain types of “deviance” if that deviance will temporarily serve its ends. Namely, when colonialism needs to expand its territory, either from landing in a new area or having recently messed up and needing to re-charm the population.

By that I mean: if a fascist group is struggling to maintain popularity, it will often conditionally open its doors to all walks of life in order to capture a greater market. It will also pay its spokespeople for the privilege of serving their ends, often very well. Authoritarians know the power of having the token supporter from a marginalized group on payroll: it both opens you up directly to that person’s identity, and sways the moderates towards going “well they allow [person/group] so they can’t be that bad, and I prefer them.”

Like it or not, any marginalized group can have its fascist members, sometimes even masquerading as the progressives. Being marginalized does not automatically equate to not wanting fascism, because people tend to want fascist leaders they agree with instead of democracy and coalition building. People can also think that certain people are exaggerating the horrors of colonialism, because it doesn’t happen to good people, and look, they accept their friends who are good people, so they’re fine.

A dominant fascist group can absolutely use this to their advantage in order to gain more foot soldiers, which then increases their raw numbers, which puts them in enough power they can stop caring about opening their ranks, and only then do they turn on their “deviant” members. By the time they turn, it’s usually too late, and there’s often a lot of feelings of betrayal because the spokesperson (and those who liked them) thought they were accepted, instead of just used.

You said it yourself that this colonial government is even stricter than the historical equivalent—which could mean it needs some sort of leverage to maintain its popularity. “Allowing” gay people to be some variation of themselves would be an ideal solution to this, but it would come with a bunch of conditions. What those conditions are I couldn’t tell you—that’s for your own imagination, based off what this group’s ideal is, but some suggestions are “follow the traditional dating/friendship norms”, “have their own gender identity slightly to the left of the cis ideal”, and/or “pretend to never actually be dating but everyone knows and pretends to not care so long as they don’t out themselves”—that would signal to the reader that this is deeply conditional and about to all come apart.

It would, however, mean your poor boy is less likely to get a break, because he would be policed to be the “acceptable kind of gay” that the colonial government is currently tolerating (not unlike the way the States claims to support white cis same-sex couples in the suburbs but not bipoc queer-trans people in polycules). It also provides a more salient angle for this colonial government to come crashing down, if that’s the way this narrative goes.

Colonial governments are often looking for scapegoats; if gay people aren’t the current one, then they’d be offered a lot more freedom just to improve the public image of those in power. You have the opportunity to have the strikers be the current scapegoats, which would take the heat off many other groups—including those hit by homophobia.

In Conclusion

Personally, I’d take a more “gays for Trump” attitude about the colonialism and their apparent “lack” of homophobia—they’re just trying to regain popularity after mishandling a major scandal, and the gay people will be on the outs soon enough.

You could also take the more nuanced approach and see how imperialism shaped modern gay rights and just fast-track that in your time period, to give it the right flavour of imperialism. A lot of BIPOC lgbtqa+ people will tell you the modern gay rights movement is assimilationalist, colonialist, and other flavours of ick, so that angle is viable.

You can also make something that looks more accepting to the modern eye by leaning heavily on romantic friendships that encouraged people waxing poetic for their “best friends”, keeping the “lovers” part deeply on the down low, but is still restrictive and people just don’t talk about it in public unless it’s in euphemisms or among other same-sex-attracted people because there’s nothing wrong with loving your best friend, you just can’t go off and claim you’re a couple like a heterosexual couple is.

Either way, you’re not sanitizing colonialism inherently by having there be less modern-recognized homophobia in this deeply authoritarian setting. You just need to add some guard rails on it so that, sure, your character might be fine if he behaves, but there are still “deviants” that the government will not accept.

Because that’s, in the end, one of the core tenants that makes a government colonial: its acceptance of groups is frequently based on how closely you follow the rules and police others for not following them, and anyone who isn’t their ideal person will be on the outs eventually. But that doesn’t mean they can’t have a facade of pretending those rules are totally going to include people who are to the left of those ideals, if those people fit in every other ideal, or you’re safe only if you keep it quiet.

~ Leigh

#colonialism #colonization #worldbuilding #alternate history #history #lgbt #china #hong kong #british empire #ask

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farmerlesbian · 1 year

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EDIT: IF YOU ARE COMING HERE TO REBLOG THIS WITHOUT MY ADDITION FUCK YOU JUST BLOCK ME INSTEAD!! get your lesbophobic ass out of my house. this is my post and you don't get to cut off half of what i'm saying!

lesbians can and frequently do: love, desire, fuck, befriend, date, kiss, seduce, dance with, take as lovers, flirt with, marry, build community with, have and raise children with: genderweird people, transmasculine guys, nonbinary individuals, pansexuals queers, faggy dykes, trans ladies, people who don't use labels, bi girls, gender deviant folks, and so on.

lesbianism does not require or insinuate/suggest/assume cis-ness. it does not mean clear cut binary womanhood of all involved. it isn't limiting or stifling or harmful or outdated. many of us have complicated genders ourselves and love our partners with complicated genders and identities.

anyone who says otherwise or is trying to convince you otherwise doesn't know us very well.

editing to add my addition to the original post:

all of this and STILL lesbians are not into men.

yeah, some people's partners realize they are men and transition after they've been together. other people only realize they are lesbian after or while in a relationship with a man. other lesbians are sex workers and have men as clients. some lesbians might be questioning and experimenting, or may be pushing themselves through uncomfortable experiences with men. they may not be in touch with their own desires (and lack thereof as well). these things can be tough and complicated and my love goes out to all these people.

but lesbians do not, willingly happily healthily choose to pursue and go after and romance and love and make out with and have sex with and have a relationship with, men. lesbian does mean something, words have not lost all meaning quite yet!

there are wonderful beautiful words for those who do like men, like bi and pan. bisexual and pansexual are wonderful! so are sapphic, wlw, gay, queer, and other terms that folks use. you can be as specific or vague about it as you want.

lesbians are real, we really do exist. we are not your boogeymen, we are not a hypothetical theoretical figure, or a platonic ideal or an academic concept or a figment or fiction to place your fears and anxieties upon. we are real people.

it is harmful to perpetuate either of these things i’ve described here. simply put: lesbians do get with genderweird folks AND still do not get with men. both are true.

#farmer lesbian #lesbian #lesbian positivity #trans #gender #mod alfalfa #lesbiansafe #lesbian safe #dyke

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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Propaganda

Ann Sheridan (I Was a War Male Bride, City for Conquest, The Man Who Came to Dinner)—she was called 'the oomph girl' and i think that deserves a vote

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"

"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."

"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"

Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"

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"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

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"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"

#marlene dietrich #ann sheridan #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 1

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tommykinard6 · 23 days

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Buddie fans, my loves, come have a seat for a moment.

I want to have a chat, from a long time Buddie lover to you, whether you’re new or have been here a long time.

It’s okay.

I’ve been in the trenches with you. I’ve been pulling for Buck and Eddie to get together for years. I haven’t given up, even as I’ve seen other fans leave because they lost hope. I don’t blame them. The Buddie section of the fandom has been powerful and beautiful and all consuming. We’ve gone seven seasons and up until this point, not one of the two men in question was even confirmed to be queer.

But we all need to take a moment and breathe. That’s it. Stop doom scrolling for a moment and breathe in.

Good. Now hold for a moment.

And breathe out.

I’m going to get real here, alright? And you might not like everything I say and that’s ok.

We need to stop being a problem. Stay with me. I’m not saying we need to stop shipping Eddie and Buck. Far from it. I will love that ship forever. I’m not saying we need to stop our fanfics or fanart or our love for these two. Our feelings are valid. Many of us have been in love with these two for a long time. The Buckley-Diaz family is a strong unit.

Our feelings are valid and we feel what we feel. But our reactions are utterly and entirely our own responsibility.

We need to stop the bullying.

Let’s face it, many Buddie fans have also been long time bullies in the fandom. Particularly in regard to the actresses who have played the female love interests in the past. Don’t get me wrong, aside from maybe Ali, I have disliked every love interest introduced. But have we not yet learned to separate actress from character? If we are going to dislike an actress, let’s do it for a valid reason. Marisol’s actress for example is problematic. But many fans have rained hell down upon any woman introduced.

I’ve noticed this issue for a long time. But now we’re dealing with the issue being even more widespread because of Buck/Tommy. Now fans are bullying each other. The fandom is divided, even in what is probably one of the better seasons we’ve gotten (in my opinion). I need you guys to stay with me here.

Buck is bi.

Let’s say that again. Evan Buckley is bisexual. A major character on a major show on a major network, previously a womanizer and still a very masculine figure, is queer.

This is monumental. This is amazing.

But so many of you are letting your feelings about Buddie get in the way of appreciating the progress we’ve made. Especially with the reintroduction of Tommy Kinard, Buck’s love interest.

Let’s clear up a couple of things, shall we? Tommy Kinard is not Sal DeLuca. He is not Captain Gerrard. While he was part of the old 118 and definitely was in the old boys club, not only is he not the major problem, but in most cases that he’s an asshole, it can be traced back to his own secret. It’s not great, sure. But let’s look at the facts. Chimney is friends and still keeps in touch with him. Hen appears to hold no animosity and was clearly comfortable with him. In Bobby Begins, they all are friends. And clearly, Tommy has undergone a massive self-growth period. You cannot try to back up your point with inaccurate facts.

People can change. People can also be forgiven. It’s the prerogative of those involved. Enough said.

“But TK6,” you may say, “Buck should be with Eddie! Tommy is a plot device!”

Let’s set aside instant gratification culture really quick and talk about storytelling. You cannot get everything you want when you want it. You also cannot have your cake and eat it too. Buck and Eddie, if both queer, were never going to come out at the same time. Do we really want that?! Because identity is messy. Self discovery is messy. Eddie has Catholic guilt. Buck has self esteem/worth issues. Life isn’t a fanfiction. The real possibility of their relationship surviving such a transition isn’t all that high. IF Eddie is canonically queer, he’s going to have a rougher path than Buck has had.

Also, everyone is a plot device. Let’s get real. If a character doesn’t move a plot along, what’s the point? YES, Tommy is there for a storyline. That doesn’t in anyway invalidate his existence or his presence in Buck’s life.

If you want an instant Buddie storyline, visit ao3! There are amazing stories on there.

Now let’s talk about Buck/Tommy, or TEvan.

I am a long time Buddie lover. I also proudly ship TEvan. Yes, those can coexist. I don’t often multiship, but it’s a beautiful thing. I want Buddie to be endgame, sure! But I’m also okay if TEvan lasts. If they end up being endgame, will I be disappointed about Buddie? Of course. I will also be thrilled because Buck and Tommy are a sweet couple and I’m here for it.

As a queer woman, I’m happy that Buck is bi. Multisexual representation is still sorely lacking. Male sexuality that lets a man keep his masculinity while being queer? Even more so. Just take a look at the ao3 tag. Buck is emasculated in many fics. That’s why I stopped reading a lot.

We have a ship here that includes two very masculine men, who are emotionally vulnerable and exploring something new. I understand ship disappointment. But the negativity is wild. We need to stop the bullying. We need to stop the cheating storylines. We need to stop making Tommy into an ab*s*r only because we apparently can’t handle a love interest being a good person.

At the end of the day, these are fictional characters. It’s a fictional show. But these are real people. All of us are sitting here behind our screens with real feelings. We need to stop.

Buddie may one day happen. And maybe they won’t. TEvan might be endgame. They might not be. Tis the way of 9-1-1. It’s exciting, isn’t it? Waiting for something new and exciting. It was starting to get a little stagnant.

As a queer person, I’m not trying to gatekeep anyone. However, we cannot sit here and say “stop queerbaiting us!!!!” (They weren’t, we’ve always had queer representation on 9-1-1) “give us more representation” and then when they give it to us say, “NO! Not that way!”

If it was about the representation, it being Eddie or Tommy would matter a lot less.

So if you are someone using representation to shield yourself, kindly just be honest with yourself and everyone else.

In the words of our Lady and Savior Taylor Swift, “You need to calm down”.

Now, back off into the world of scrolling you go, my lovelies. Remember, keep an open mind and breathe. At the end of the day, it’s a show. But I for one will happily wait for every episode because I’m loving this.

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 season 7 #911 show #tommy kinard #bucktommy #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 meta #I’m sure I’ll get hate and I’m prepared for that #however #I’d like to point out that you’ll simply prove my point #it’s two am and I just want people to get along #lgbtq community #lgbtq

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vivienna-vivid · 5 months

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I love Heathmael as much as all of y'all but you gotta see how funny this ship is now after Canto V.

Ishmael all her life believing herself to be an exclusive woman lover with her undying love of Queequeg and the sparks of obsession with Ahab (she had the smallest crush on Ahab when she first boarded the Pequod, you cannot convince me otherwise).

And then she has her bisexual awakening in Canto V.

Imagine the sheer hilarious anguish she's feeling as she realizes that fucking Heathcliff is her bi awakening.

Heathcliff, who's always bickered and fought with her from day 1.

That very same Heathcliff who saved her just like what Queequeg did all those years back.

"Do I like men?" Ishmael thinks to herself one night.

"No. I just like Heathcliff." She retorts to herself before SCREAMING into her pillow. She refuses to think about this thought further but she knows that Heathcliff awakened something in her and she hates it.

#limbus company #ishmael lcb #heathcliff lcb #heathmael #ishcliff #shout out to emi for selling me on heathmael theyre so fucking funny to me now #the sudden realization that youre bisexual but your awakening is your annoying shonen anime rival like what do you do with that info???#you cant fucking admit that! you cant even admit it to yourself without wanting to jettison yourself off the bus #''he just reminds me of queequeg!'' -> (realizes that she just equated heathcliff to her wife and starts to see the similarities) -> SCREAM #congrats on the bisexuality ishy rip to your ego #vivien talks

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bimbobaggins69 · 11 months

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In honor of pride month; I am compiling fics of gay, bi & pan Eddie Munson

comment, or send an ask for yours or one of your favorites to be added

boys on film (series) - pornstar!steddie x virgin fem reader

by: @corrodedcorpses

summary: Eddie and Steve have been your best friends for years. Although they've never done or said anything to make you feel bad, you can't help but feel inadequate to them when it comes to sexual experience. After they star in their first Threesome together, some weird emotions arise.

Now in technicolor (series) - soulmate!steddie x fem reader

by: @thorfemmes

“Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams"

The tutor (series)- queer!eddie munson x fem reader 18+

by: @brewsterispunkk

summary: reader has had a secret crush on Eddie Munson for months, only she has been too scared to tell him. When she’s forced to tutor him, she lets it slip that she feels like she’s missed out on the normal “high school experience.” Eddie aims to change that.

I’m in control (series) - pornstar!steddie x fem!reader 18+

by: @justmeinadaze

summary: You're just promoted to agent for the porn agency you work for. You worked really hard to get where you are and beg your boss to allow you to manage the 2 new up and coming pornstars they just signed.

seeing stars (series) - bi!eddie munson x fem!reader 18+

by: @boogiewrites

summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she’s an unreadable brick wall when she’s sober. Despite her hesitation to letting men in her life, they become best friends. Will Eddie’s attentive persistence help him break down the walls she’s put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Will Star learn she can be in love and be loved in return after her last relationship left her traumatized? Will her spiritual guidance help her see that Eddie really is the one for her? A story of strangers to best friends to lovers with a splash of witchiness and a lot of trauma healing.

The pull (short series) - steddie x succubus!fem reader 18+

by: @xxhellfiregirlxx

summary: You move to Hawkins after spending the last decade in New York City hoping to have a peaceful and quiet next few years flying under the radar only feeding when necessary and making everyone you spend a night with forget you. But when you arrive, you feel a pull from two men like you’ve never felt before. As soon as you feel it you know flying under the radar here wasn’t going to cut it, you had to find them.

Ready, steddie, go. (One shot) - steddie x fem reader 18+

By: @bettyfrommars

Trapped under ice (series) - hockey player!steddie x figure skater!fem reader 18+

by: @lofaewrites & @teddyseyeswinchester

summary: The one where the Ice Princess, The Wolf & The Monster celebrate in the only way they know how-by making it dirty.

Rockstar!eddieverse - bisexual rockstar!eddie munson x fem! reader

by: @enam3l

I want you both - steddie x reader 18+

by: @screammunson

summary: you can’t help yourself when you catch them, they can’t help themselves when they ask you to join

Heavy metal parking lot (one shot) - queer!eddie munson x fem reader 18+

by: me

summary: the last thing you ever expected was to hit it off with a cute guy at a Judas Priest concert, but stranger things have happened.

To be added…

I know I’m forgetting so many! :(

fics on ao3

Lessons in anatomy (series) - bisexual!eddie munson x fem reader x slowburn steddie x fem reader 18+

by: LilithsLullaby

summary: When you agree to help Eddie Munson in study hall, you don’t anticipate those lessons to go beyond using textbooks to some real life practice in anatomy.

If it's just till St. Patrick's Day (series) - gay!Eddie Munson x trans fem! Steve Harrington 18+

by: RedLegumes

summary: Eddie Munson is positive he's gay. Sure girls are nice to look at, smell good, look like they taste lovely and sweet. But that's not his thing. Never been his thing. He likes hard, blaring, rough and tumble. He likes guys. But when one of those guys reveals he wanted to transition… Eddie has to do some thinking. He likes guys, but he really likes Harrington.

I Promise That You Won't Wanna Get Off (one shot) - steddie 18+

by: Kwills91

summary: Robin drags Steve to a bachelorette party having no idea he's going to be just as entertained by the gorgeous stripper as everyone else. Possibly even more so.

To be added…

#eddie munson #fic rec #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #steddie x reader #steddie x reader smut #steddie x you #steddie recs

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love-toxin · 1 year

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I’d have so goddamn many of Luis’ babies istg. Resident evil is just zombies with a generous ✨sprinkling✨ of bisexual propaganda

ok ur so right!!!!! but you just put baby fever luis in my brain and now ur gonna have to deal with the consequences also </3

(cws: fem!reader, baby fever luis, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, breeding kink)

Clearly Luis likes to paint himself as a ladies' man, but unlike the typical charismatic bachelor, he's definitely got one thing holding him back from that luxuriously free lifestyle: when he's with the right person he's got baby fever like you wouldn't believe, and it never really goes away.

It always starts slow with that initial conversation of "so how do you feel about kids?" and a positive answer may as well be a proposal to Luis when it comes to you. He starts making offhand comments about seeing the cutest baby in the park the other day or mentioning that the schools are enrolling for kindergarten this month, and "wouldn't it be nice if we had our own..." like the hints he was dropping before just weren't enough. Because then he's fantasizing about what your kids would look like and even busts out all that research on genetics he's done just for fun, illustrating what kind of genes your children might get from each of you and how adorable they would look with your features put together.

And obviously you get to hold it over him if he's being a menace on occasion. Luis might be bothering you about something or disappearing at random to go play hero again, and all it takes to rein him in is you wondering aloud about whether or not you could really trust him to be a good father. And he'll come racing in with reassurances that he is! He will be! Just give him a chance, mi amor, and he'll show you he can be the best father you've ever seen--if he could figure out how, he would even carry the baby for you just to save you the physical toll of childbirth and postpartum. He wants one so badly but at the same time, he understands the trials and tribulations of carrying a child to term better than most men, so it's definitely not a small ask from him and he certainly acknowledges that.

If and when it finally comes time for you to let him have a crack at knocking you up, Luis is downright methodical about it right up until you actually conceive. He keeps a calendar of your cycle and maps out your ovulation days to figure out the best time to try, starts giving you vitamins and other supplements to take to help boost your immune system ("healthy body, healthy baby, mi vida!"), and Luis even looks into different positions he can try in the bedroom to help the fertilization process. He's almost too scientific about it but it's so cute to watch him pore over those documents and baby books in his reading glasses, making notes and comparing information so he can make it as easy for you as possible throughout the process. He'll do all the work for you that he can--all your job includes is sitting around, being comfortable, and growing your baby until you're ready to pop. You don't have to work, or travel, or stress at all, all Luis wants you to do as your lover and in-home doctor (kinda) is to relax, indulge in your hobbies, and let your body direct you towards whatever it needs. You can do that for him, right, love?

That's not to say he's completely, ahem, sterile about the whole process. Luis doesn't mind being a little messy--and god knows he has no qualms about getting all sloppy and rough when it's time to actually make the baby. He's got a theory that his seed will take easier if you're completely relaxed, so he always starts out with the gentlest, most loving head he can manage between those sweet, pretty thighs. But it never ends that way because before long, Luis' mind clouds with lust as he gets that feverish taste of you on his tongue, and by then he's leaving finger-shaped bruises in your hips and moaning with his lips totally sealed around your clit, totally mindless as he makes your world spin. The scrape of his stubble against your skin and the pressure of his nose grinding into you when he has you ride his face is hypnotic, it's tantalizing, and Luis knows that well enough that he never skips out on going down on you even if he's got limited time. Fingers, tongue, or face, he's going to have you falling apart in his lap no matter what time of the month or how sensitive you might be about exposing yourself--Luis would never judge nor condemn you for anything because no matter what it is, it almost always turns him on more than you could ever realize. He likes his women real, we'll say that much.

And when he's got baby fever, he's just on you like a wildcat on a wounded gazelle, fierce and frisky and so loud and handsy you might just have to tie him up to keep him quiet. It's his time to show you how passionate he can really be and lord does he really show it; he doesn't stop even when both of you have already reached your end, he just hikes your legs up higher on his waist, adjusts the pillow propping up your hips, and groans out a string of babbled praises as he humps your poor, overstimulated body to coax out those last spurts of cum he's got left. He's gotta give it his all, no? No sense leaving such a pretty lady empty when he can fill you all up, and give you everything you need to make a baby for him. He can't really get over the fact that it's just that easy for him to be a part of something so beautiful, nor that someone as gorgeous as you would ever let some worthless fiend like him father your children--the feeling is just indescribable, but he knows that it's pure love. And he knows that he wouldn't ever want it with anyone else besides you.

Who knows, maybe once you have the baby you'll be the one begging him for another--but even with one, Luis will be cherishing that sweet little bundle of life and he'll be hardcore protective over them with every ounce of energy he's got. Well, maybe not every ounce....he's got to save enough to keep an eye out for his precious wife too, doesn't he?

#dont even look at me im already thinking abt leon joining the babymaking process--the competition-#luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis sera x reader #luis serra navarro x reader #spicy writing #re4make #resident evil #resident evil 4 #ellie writes #anons

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elvishdemigod · 1 month

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Fallout 4 Romanceable Companion Sexuality Headcanons

So my brain swam with "How would the companions be if they had specific sexualities like the ones in DA: I?" Excluding the DLC companions since I have no way to get those. But here's what I personally think their sexualities would be. And it's completely fine if you don't agree

MacCready Bisexual He seems like he would've thrown around gay slurs as a kid but then realized something when he grew up.

Piper Lesbian No straight vibes from her at all for me

Cait Bisexual Her bat swings both ways, and she does get flirty with both men and women

Danse Gay As I said in a previous thing, he has those vibes and his story can seem like he has internalized homophobia

Hancock Pansexual You could have just a Ken Doll stub and he would still find you hot.

Preston Bisexual with a guy lean Him and Sturges are definitely lovers. Even if you're dating him, they're lover

Curie Bicurious Considering she's still exploring her new life and feelings and such, she'd be curious

Update: I have edited this because Preston doesn't have straight vibes when I take him and Sturges into account

#elfdemiposts #fallout #fallout 4 #headcanons #rj maccready #paladin danse #john hancock #curie #cait #piper wright #preston garvey #sexualities #lgbt #bisexual #pansexual #lesbian #gay #bicurious #this is my first time doing colored text im trying!

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grvyrd-drms · 7 months

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Any hcs for female Creepypastas?? 🫶

the girlies 💞💞💞

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A/N: i chose just a few off the top of my head, if you want specific characters don't be afraid to ask <3

characters: nina, sally, natalie, zero, nurse ann

CW: some of these are so angsty for no reason lmao sorry guys

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-nina 1000000000% bisexual you literally cannot change my mind at all. girls are too pretty to ignore and jeff. exists.

-i like to think that nina has slightly gotten over jeff, but not completely. its like that one ex that you just can't get out of your mind no matter how long ago it was. she's still obsessed with him but doesn't make it her whole personality (she is in fact a human being with her own thoughts and feelings).

-sally is afraid of men. people love to show her being friends with E. jack or toby or ben, but i guarantee she's still petrified of any and all males in her life.

-not to feed into the fanon family idea but all the girls of the manor 100% understand sally and let her linger in their rooms when she's upset or frightened. most of them haven't been treated right either.

-natalie is like that one cool older coworker thats incredibly intimidating but incredibly cool at the same time. you wanna be friends so bad and she's like a fucking rabid dog.

-but nat can braid hair like a fucking PRO. she'd NEVER admit it but she would kill for a classic girly sleepover where they all do each others hair and nails.

-every single crp girl is sickly jealous of 'normal' teen girls. they want the relationships. the high school experience. the makeup. the gossip. the boys. the girls. their first car, their first job, research colleges. go to football games, get fast food late at night with friends. first dates to the movies, sleepovers with friends, all nighters binging netflix, shopping at the mall. all of it. every single crp girl dreams of it all.

-kate is selectively mute. in the time that she's been a crp she's only spoken a handful of times. she's just in a constant state of stress and fear basically.

-zero is SO ANNOYING and SO LOUD. she's like ben on steroids. she needs to make her presence known and you WILL acknowledge her (this comes from a deep down fear of her being forgotten and left behind but we don't have time for all of that).

-nat practically lives on a steady diet of beef jerky, red bull, and doritos. she has the cravings of a teen boy and it's petrifying.

-nurse ann is a WOMAN LOVER. have you SEEN those boobs and thighs. those are FOR WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! duh!!!!

-kate does and will bite. toby has the battle scars to prove it.

-sally is such a brat and everyone fucking loves it lmao. she guilt trips and throws tantrums and she'll swear every other sentence just because it's all things she's picked up around the manor.

-nurse ann's voice is like melted caramel and velvet. that shit is smooth and silky and she literally could seduce anyone without even trying (me).

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god i love women

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Carnal Desires (AemondxReader)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Smut

Summary: You’d been tempting your younger brother for a while, and he has refused every time. But, this time you’ve taken it too far and will get more than you bargained for.

Tags: Incest (brother/sister), infidelity, slight yandere vibes, possessiveness, obsession, masturbation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving/giving), spanking, pussy slapping, light dom/sub themes, name calling: slut, whore, slight degradation/slut shaming, fingers in mouth, sloppy blowjobs, breeding kink, breeding, multiple orgasms, deepthroat, nipple/breast play, lots of dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming, bisexual!reader.

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You never give up, do you? Aemond thought he’d made himself clear when he told you ‘no’, yet you continued nevertheless. You’d always been persistent. He blamed Aegon for this behavior; he enabled it by letting you run free with whoever you wished as long as a pot of moontea was ready nearby. It was common knowledge in the Red Keep that Princess Y/N had a string of lovers who followed her around. Your charming beauty and promiscuous attitude drew many men to you. Aegon should have stomped out this behavior of yours; it was unbecoming of a princess, and could have disastrous results. He had his fair share of other women as well, which you did not mind either. He understood you’d been betrothed since you were children and married very young. You might have wanted someone else who wasn’t Aegon. He wouldn’t know. Helaena ended up becoming a Septa, so he’d be betrothed to another noblewoman in his future.

So, he shouldn’t be surprised when he catches you in his bed after training. It was mid-noon, the sun shining through the window near his bed. You were naked, laying on his sheets, with your hand between your legs. He heard your soft moans drift from his bedchamber into the rest of the apartment. You laid on your stomach, one leg higher than the other as you rubbed your sex. If he stood in the right place, he could see your fingers against it. He turned away at the step leading up into the bedroom area of his apartment. Yet, he could hear you still.

“A-A-Aemond,” he could barely hear you, but your voice carried. “Pl-l-lease.”

It reminded him of the other day. He’d been walking through the castle to see his mother when a slight sound caught his attention from a nearby staircase. Carefully going closer, he caught you and Aegon, pressed against a wall in the very public area. Your dress lifted to your waist, it rested on your arched back as Aegon charged into you. He thought of your lips, parted in every moan and tried your best to stay quiet. Your ass pushing back into Aegon’s hips, the sounds of skin and skin slapping together at the rapid pace, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You slut. You absolute slut. For the briefest of moments, he’d pictured himself in Aegon’s place, giving you all the pleasure he could. He stood in the shadows and watched you both. His cock grew hard watching you be taken right there in the stairwell, where anyone could catch you. He liked being nearby and witnessing such a erotic scene. It’d gotten better when you sunk to your knees and swallowed Aegon’s load like a whore. He bit his lip thinking of what those lips might look like around him. This was why he did not let you near him. Because, once you did…

He’d never stop. He’d become addicted to you, and he knew this. Aemond never dared say it out loud, but ever since that day, he thought about you. He actively sought out private places where he might come upon you and Aegon again. He’d been lucky some days, but you weren’t always with Aegon. He’d cummed the hardest after seeing you with one of the serving girls near the stables at night. The young woman stood against the wall while you licked at her cunt. Then, she returned the favor, sucking on your breasts and fingering your wet pussy. Gods, what he would’ve done if he had you both.

“Brother…Please…”

He noticed your face buried in his pillows, holding one as you grinded into your hand. How many times have you come here? How many missed chances? Aemond silently walked to the bed. So lost in your euphoria, you didn’t notice him coming towards you. He took off his belt, and untied the flap of his breeches and grabbed hold of himself. Gradually, he stroked himself watching you on his bed. He looked over the curves of your body: your soft thighs and legs parted, your breasts exposed and lips bitten down on as you continued touching yourself. His eyes gazed downward to your bottom, the one he’s seen so many times by now but never touched. He betted you liked it there too, like a common whore in a brothel. He imagined how many times his brother fucked your ass, stretching and filling you while you touched yourself. He pictured it bouncing on him, rippling in every move as you screamed his name. But no, he wanted your cunt. He wanted to hear you squeal and giggle as he teased you; taste your wetness on his tongue and smeared on his mouth and chin. He might not be as obnoxious or boastful like Aegon, but he knew women too. Aemond would be a far better lover for you. You wouldn’t want anyone else when he was done with you.

Because, it was him who studied the carnal pleasures. It was him who’d tamed the largest dragon to gain your attention. He spent his whole youth desiring you. He’d begged his mother to annul your betrothal to Aegon and give you to him. He’d tame you like he tamed Vhagar. He and his cock would straighten you out. Obviously, Aegon isn’t that good if you’re seeking pleasures with other men and women. But, no. His mother refused. He’d marry some other girl from a noble house while lusting after you.

He bit back a groan as he continued stroking in front of you. Aemond wanted to take it slow, truly enjoy the bliss while observing you. He took slow strokes, thinking of you wrapped around him. The scene changed when you rolled onto your back and smiled up at him.

He supposed it happened when he’d caught you in the kingswood. His father declared they’d all go on a hunt, making an event out of it for Aegon’s nameday. Aemond didn’t go with them the first day, content to stay with his mother and sisters. But, when you’d scampered off somewhere, young Aemond was tasked with bringing you back. Fourteen-years-old and never having seen a woman naked before, he’d been shocked to find you in a small pond alone. You’d stripped off all your clothes, and dipped into the cool waters. He stayed in the bushes and watched you, admiring your naked body from afar. His first erection. The scene escalated when the person you’d been waiting for-a Lannister boy related to Lord Tyland-arrived. You and the Lannister boy kissed and fondled one another, but nothing else. Aemond wished it’d been him, yet he knew it’d only be a matter of time.

“Enjoying yourself, Brother?” you giggled breathily, still teasing yourself.

“I…I…Come here.”

He growled as he grabbed your ankle and dragged you over to the edge. You didn’t protest. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you sat up and began undoing his jerkin. His lips found yours, and he groaned into your mouth. Your tongue easily slipped over his, dancing together as you fully undressed him. Once you were both nude, he pushed you onto your back. He didn’t use his cock right away. He used his own fingers instead, which brought on a new wave of pleasure for you. He rolled his fingers over your wet lips and swollen clit, sliding between them and dipping to your entrance every so often.

“Aemond,” you said his name in a soft sigh, “That feels so-”

“-Hush,” he snapped, slapping your cunt sharply, “You wish to behave like a whore, you’re going to be taken like one.”

“But, Brother, I-”

He smacked your pussy again, which made you tremble, “I said ‘hush’.” He continued teasing your sex, seeing it glisten in the rays of light that hit the bed. He sat on the bed, and brought one leg over his lap. “You’re going to lay here like a good slut and let me punish you for your behavior.”

“Behavior?”

“I see how you carry on with others besides Aegon,” he accused, spreading your lips with his two fingers, and seeing your soaked clit in between. “I see all the people who get to taste and fuck you,” he gave another light slap, “And I’m appalled. It’s not becoming of a princess to parade herself around like a commoner on the Street of Silk,” he slapped your pussy again, more harshly. “You’re a noble lady,” he slapped it, “A woman of high birth,” Again, “And here you are laying in my bed, waiting for me to fuck you. Do you think a woman like you should be behaving like this?”

“No.”

“No, ‘what’, slut?” he spanked it again, knowing how tender and sore it’ll be tomorrow.

“No, Brother-”

“-Wrong,” he smacked it once more, harder and louder. He landed a few more hits that made you wiggle in his gasp. “Try again.”

“Your Grace!” you cried, “Please, Your Grace!”

“Hm,” he smiled, “So a whore does know her place…”

He eased the pain with his tongue. You tasted divine. He sucked the juices dripping down your sex and lapped at your clit. You mewled and squirmed around as he flicked his tongue teasingly on you. He’d make you behave. After today, you’ll be his property. Not Aegon’s. Not the realm’s. Not anyone’s except his. He landed a few more smacks to your pussy before rolling you onto your stomach and putting you fully onto his lap. Your ass in front of him, he squeezed and gripped your cheeks before starting to spank you. He started off slow, letting your body get used to his touch before going harder. Occasionally, he stopped to slip a finger into your pussy.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “Even after all that cock, you’re still tight as a drum.” He continued pumping his fingers as he smacked each cheek. “Serves me much better. I wouldn’t bother if you were loose.”

“Aemond!” you snapped at him, but silenced with another hard smack.

“You don’t get to say my name,” he said, picking up the pace on his fingers and making you moan louder. “You haven’t earned that yet.” He spat between your cheeks and moved his fingers further up, which made you gasp in shock. “Now, I bet this is extremely tight.” He pushed his fingers around it, but never went inside, “A hole made for pleasuring me instead of you.”

“Your Gr-rr-race.”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he spanked you to emphasize this. He went back to spread and spit on your hole. “I can just imagine how good this would feel after a hard day of training. A perfect way to let out all the frustration inside me,” he used his other hand to continue caressing your pussy again. “And this one too. Aegon doesn’t appreciate your pretty holes enough. Not even your sweet mouth.” He stuck the fingers on your bottom into your mouth, and you instantly started sucking them. “I’ve seen him. He just puts you on your knees and goes in. He does nothing to prepare you for him. Well,” he scoffed, “Not as if he has much to prepare. I think that’s why you want me so badly…” he pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth while his other hand fingered you again, “My cock’s bigger, and can go for so much longer. If you were mine, you wouldn’t go to other men. You’d have my cock to pleasure you whenever you liked. In the morning, at noon, at night…whenever your sweet cunt needs to be fucked. Our parents wouldn’t want for grandchildren…I’d fill you with my seed as much as possible. Strange,” he mused, “How you and Aegon have no children, yet hump like rabbits. Why is that, I wonder? Because Aegon would be a worse father than our own? Because you see what a useless sack of shit he is? Where does he put it?”

He removed his fingers long enough to let you answer, “My mouth, Your Grace. My tits or my back or stomach. Wherever he can in the moment.”

"What a shame," he said, withdrawing his fingers from your pussy once he felt you tightening again, "Looks like I'm going to have to make sure you're full all the time."

He maneuvered you off his lap and onto the bed again. He got a good look at you. You'd been drooling, judging by the string of saliva on your chin, and your shifting body told him how much you needed him. Good. That was how he wanted you. Laying beside you he brought you close and kissed you again. He could get used to kissing you. Even if Aegon is in the room, what was he going to do? Hit him? He scoffed. Aegon stopped coming to training sessions long ago. A fight would be little challenge for him. He tugged on your bottom lip before pulling away.

"Such an eager slut," he said, kissing down to your breast. He licked at one nipple while his fingers went back inside you. "Are you like this with all your lovers or just me?"

"Just you, Your Grace."

"Not even Aegon."

"Not even-ah! Aemond!"

He let it slide. He'd just put his thumb to your clit again, and began moving it from side to side. Aemond enjoyed hearing your low moans, and needy whimpers. Your walls tightened around his fingers every time he slid in and out, letting him reach right to the knuckle. He left small bites and hickeys down your side as he went back to eating your clit. His cock hit his stomach from the arousal you brought on. Your hands ended up in his hair, gripping and tugging from the pleasure controlling you. He buried his face further in and growled, and soon you were shaking underneath him. Your grip on his hair became tighter, and your back arched the moment your orgasm came. He groaned, tasting you on his tongue, your cum gushing into his mouth. It'd be the first of many. You rested back, and he smirked.

"You think we're done here?" He asked, sucking up what leaked out.

"But I already-"

"-Sit up." He stood from the bed and pulled you in a sitting position. "I'm going to teach you to be a proper lady. Sit up straight, shoulders back…good girl," he said, seeing you follow his instructions, "Open your mouth."

You opened your mouth and he slid inside. "Don't move. Keep your posture. Yes, like that," he groaned as he started at a gentle, slow pace.

He took hold of your head to keep you from moving, and looked down to see you sitting upright and hands in your lap. He envied his brother or any other man who had you. He pitied them as well. After today, you won't want anyone else. Only him. Your cheeks hollowed when you sucked him firmly, your spit helping him slide in and out easily. He took in the shape of your sweet lips, seeing how they suck him so eagerly. When you moaned, he felt it through the muscle. Aemond continued guiding you over him; pleasure mounted inside him the longer you sucked. He pulled himself out, streams of saliva and precum following, and rubbed it over your tongue. He angled your head so you looked up at him. Your pretty eyes were full of lust and need. They'd gotten slightly teary from the abuse he'd done to your body, yet you did nothing to stop him. He sucked on his fingers for remnants of your juices on them. The thought of having you whenever he pleased made him hungry for more.

"Go further down. Take more of it," he forced your head closer to his center. He heard you gag, and chuckled, "Don't act like a novice now. I've seen you do this plenty of times. I like watching you." He groaned when he finally hit the back of your throat, "Fuck…I love watching you be fucked…with men…women…my brother. I might watch you two tonight. Would you like that?" He pushed his hips into you to hear you choke on him. "Hm? Me sitting nearby watching you be fucked dumb, then having you to myself afterwards? You and Aegon aren't the only depraved ones in this family."

"Yes," you coughed when he pulled out, taking heaving breaths. "Yes, Your Grace. I'd like that."

He laughed, "Of course, you would, you fucking slut."

He took a deep plunge into your throat, then stopped. He tossed you back onto the bed, climbing on to follow you and forced your legs apart. You seemed to think he'd finally enter you. He snorted. He grabbed his shaft and dragged his tip over your sex again. He continuously did this simply to see you cry from the pleasure. He spat right onto where you both met, then kept going.

"Your Grace," you whined, "I need it. I need it so badly. Please, Your Grace. Please, let me have it."

"Hmmm, should I?" He smirked, continuing to slide his shaft over it. "I quite enjoy making you beg."

"Please!"

He held back his own pleasure to slap your clit with his cock, the slight tingle going through you. He listened to you whimper, watched you claw at the headboard above you, and relished in your pain. When he saw you about to play with your breasts, he immediately smacked it away. Then, he laid on top of you, cupping them both and started to suck on them while he grinded into you. He remembered every time you flaunted them in front of him. Strategically bending forward at dinner tables, or standing close he could see down your dress. You shuddered underneath him; your hips pushed up into his to grind against his cock. He let you have that one pleasure. His tongue flicked over your nipples, sucking and biting gently. His cock grew harder sliding against your pussy, rutting like a desperate man; you cleverly tried angling yourself so he might slip inside, but only pressed on his tip.

"Fuck me," you cried to him. "Please?"

Sheathed fully inside you, he went back to your chest. He gave small strokes along with licking your nipples slowly. He felt your pussy clenching and unclenching around him, which caused him to moan on your skin. Aemond pinched one nipple as he sucked on the other; then changed sides. He could lay there all day admiring your breasts; the soft supple mounds he often pictured late at night. He thrusted into you hard a few times to watch them bounce from the force. Soon, you gathered what he wanted, and made them move on your own. He stuck out his tongue to let them brush over it; he moaned when you lifted one side to his mouth where he sucked gently. He’d make you cum just like this. He cupped, pinched, kissed and sucked on them while you attempted to bounce on his cock.

Aemond lifted your thighs and shoved himself deep into you; the both of you finally finding relief. Keeping you still, Aemond began a gradual pace despite the urgency coursing inside him. He needed the release. He felt it tightening in his balls, and wanting to shoot out, but he kept a hold on it. He’d practiced this just for you. He knew the day he fucked you, he’d hold himself back as much as possible. Aegon couldn’t possibly last. He looked down to see his cock, red and hard, parting your lips and intruding. Truthfully, you felt better than he could’ve hoped for; your tight pussy made him want to lose control, and fully ravage you. Yet, he kept himself composed, and kept it slow. He groaned when he pulled back and saw his member glistening from your wetness. He withdrew to rub himself over your clit again before going back in. You whimpered in frustration, rocking your hips and moving them to meet his cock. He chuckled again. He continued the action to watch you suffer longer at the expense of his own pain.

“Aemond, Aemond,” you breathed as your next climax approached, “I’m…I’m…”

“I know, pet,” he muttered, “You can.”

You struggled to let your orgasm out, your moans coming out in cracked sounds as your body tightened again. It inflated his ego certainly. Your cum wetting his cock, he moved faster to ride out the rest of your climax. He paused only to keep himself from finishing with you, taking deep breaths and squeezing his eyes shut to force it back. He heard you giggle.

“Doesn’t my prince want to cum?” you teased, rubbing yourself in front of him and trembling. “Don’t you want to see what it looks like with your cum dripping from it?”

“I do,” he assured you, kissing your lips lightly, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, “You’re worse than Aegon.”

“You have no idea.”

Taking hold of you, he rolled onto his back and settled himself underneath you. You gasped at the feeling of being impaled on him. Aemond started with a few encouraging thrusts upwards before you began moving by yourself. Eyes closed, head tossed back, you held onto his torso as your lower half began sliding up and down on him. Your recent orgasms made your clitoris very sensitive; a fact he took joy in abusing as he reached down to rub it with his thumb. No doubt little sparks of pain followed, though were drowned out by the angle you rode him at. He panted and moaned as your body continued torturing him. It was his now. After today, he’d own your gorgeous body, and perhaps one day your heart too. Aegon didn’t deserve you. Nobody else did. He sat up from his position, cradling you in his lap, as he went back to sucking on your breasts and fondling your bottom.

“Are you going to fuck me there too?” you asked shakily, arms around his neck.

“Do you wish for me to?” he replied, squeezing your ass and guiding you on him.

“I…I…Nobody’s ever…”

“Not even Aegon, the pervert that he is?”

You went faster, your bodies crashing together as much as they could before he laid back down to bring you with him. He started swatting at your buttocks again, seeing your eyes widen for a moment when he began. He knew you liked that.

You shook your head. “So, I’d be the first then?” The idea intrigued him, “I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that very, very much.”

“Please, Aemond,” you whined, bouncing along his cock so your tits followed, “Please, play with it.”

He grinned, grunting as he spread your cheeks apart and gripping them tightly. Spitting on his hand, he placed his fingertips between them as much as he could. You accommodated him by leaning forward more, which put your breasts back in his face, and squeaked when you felt his fingers. He sensed your tiredness coming on, so he let you rest against him while he bucked up into you and rubbed your hole. His pretty sister. His pretty plaything. He felt the sweat slicking your bodies, and knew you must be tired. It was a feeling you’d get used to eventually. You came alive again when he slid a finger into your ass. He’d do a finger for now. His cock wanted your pussy. It ached and throbbed inside you.

“Like this?” he asked you softly, kissing your forehead comfortingly.

“Ye-yes,” you nodded. “But, I want your cum. I want it so much.”

“Do you?” he held you close, finger and cock both inside you, and went faster. “I’m not our brother. I will cum inside you.”

The thought of you pregnant, round and swelling throughout the months because of him, and finally birthing a child for him sounded nice. Perhaps a bastard child might cause Aegon to cast you aside, and he can have you…physically, spiritually, and legally.

“Inside, please.”

“How does it feel?” he panted, kissing your shoulder as he rested on top of you.

He stopped his fingering and put you onto your stomach with a bit of shifting. On your stomach, arms around a pillow like before, face buried into the soft sheets, he mounted you once more and plunged into your pussy again. It did not take long for him to finally give in to you. Your body quaked, and you lost complete control of yourself. He watched you push back hard so he never fully pulled out. Your submission caused him to let go of the hold he’d kept on himself. He slipped his finger back into your ass, making you unravel immediately as he pounded you. He came right behind you, the powerful climax making his eyes squeeze tight and jaws fall in every moan. His entire body seized up and he felt his cum shoot inside you, adding to the obscene sounds already in the air. It was a pleasure he never wanted to end. He thought he could go on even longer; make love to you all day until he pumped out smoke. Aemond kept going until he’d completely drained himself, yet did not pull out of you.

“So good,” you replied, satisfied and tired. “Don’t pull out just yet,” you intertwined his fingers with yours, “Stay inside me.”

“As you wish, pet.”

You both laid on your sides, positioned so his cock never slipped out, and rested against each other. Having you curled up next to him, holding his hand, gave him a sense of triumph. He’d finally gotten the woman he’d desired for so long; the pretty flower he’d coveted over everything else. Taking in your scent, basking in your warmth despite the sweat gleaming on both your bodies, he knew he’d never let you go. Odds are Aegon won’t even mind. He didn’t care that you went with other men from time to time, why would he care if it was Aemond? He thought about the semen inside you, and what potential results it might have. You should drink tansy tea, and hope nothing came from it, but he disagreed. He put his hand over your stomach, already envisioning it full with a child, and smiled. A child made from each of you; a gorgeous boy or girl with silver hair and violet eyes. Nobody could say the child isn’t Aegon’s. Everyone knew you two coupled often. His mother worried you might be barren, but he knew the truth. Kissing your neck, he lets you drift to sleep in his arms even if it is the middle of the day.

Maybe she’ll figure out the truth, and to avoid scandal, will have you and Aegon annulled. To have you this way every night sounded like a dream.

****

You kept what happened between you and Aemond a secret, which he did not mind. Yet, you still did not let him forget what you’d done. You’d taken to leaving him notes on where you and Aegon or another lover planned to meet. He’d hide in a corner or behind a wall and observe you in coitus with another person. You never knew if he was truly there, but the thought alone aroused you. He particularly liked it when you had your handmaiden, a lovely girl who sounded delightful when she came. On the nights you slept with Aegon, he’d creep in through the secret panel in your apartment and hide behind the divider. Through the holes, he watched his brother make feeble attempts to pleasure you. You never appeared as interested anymore; you merely let him have you out of marital duty. It was him you desired now. Envy sometimes caused him to snap or summon you to his chambers simply to have you for a night. You became so special to him. You always have been.

“Aemond, I’m pregnant.”

Three words he’d longed to hear from you. You both had finished a late-night session in his bed chamber, laying on the fur carpet in front of his fireplace completely naked when you said it.

“We only just finished,” he chuckled, pushing hair from your sweaty forehead.

“No, from last time,” you told him, resting yourself against him. “I haven’t bled for two months now. The Maester confirmed it this morning.” You smiled softly, “And it’s yours.”

He beamed, laughing softly and kissing you deeply. “Are you certain?”

“Aegon hasn’t touched me in weeks. Ever since he found out about us, he said he isn’t interested in his little brother’s leftovers,” you said. “He’ll tell Mother.” He heard the worry in your voice, and he took your hand in his, “He’ll tell her and she’ll scorn me for it. She’ll tell me that I deserve it, and that I’d have to get rid of it when it’s born. I don’t want to-”

“-You won’t,” he affirmed, kissing your knuckles. “Not after I’ve told her it’s mine.”

“What?! You can’t tell her! You can’t!”

“I will,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve had no children with Aegon. This could bring about the possibility that he’s unable to give you children, and in that possibility, your marriage can be annulled. You and I, sweetling,” he kissed your forehead, “Will be wed before anyone suspects a thing.”

“Wed? To you?”

“Yes, to me,” he smiled, amused by your surprise. “I’ve wanted you since I was a boy…ever since I saw you sucking off that Lannister boy by the pond. I’ve spilled my seed in you nearly every day since you willingly-willingly, Sister-came into my chambers. You’re mine,” he growled lowly in your ear, his hand trailing down your back, “And when I convince Mother that your child is mine, she’ll let me have you.”

“Aemond, I-”

“-Hush, pet,” he cut you off, “I’ll take care of everything. You focus on having a healthy pregnancy.” He looked over your face, “I hope it’s a girl…a girl as beautiful as her mother.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. He knew you loved him too; you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Aemond could make his mother see reason; he’s her favorite out of all the children and there’s nothing she’d deny him after he lost his eye. He pictured your wedding day and the heated wedding night, where he’d pleasure you even if you were pregnant. Aemond slowly drifted to sleep, his head full of dreams of you and him.

Dreams of owning you.

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Vacation Freedom

"I think you should get changed, I don't want to see those clothes again until we are headed home" Judy said as she tipped the bell boy for being up our luggage. I flinched alittle as she said it in front of the bellboy. But that is what this vacation was about wasn't it.

Over the last two years Judy and I had explored our sexual fantasies. It started on our third anniversary. We were laying in bed in the after glow of sex. When we started talking about fantasies. Now we had this discussion before but somehow now. I didn't hold back.

"I like to see you with another woman" I told her.

"Really? I don't think I could do that. "Wait Paul are you there too? Is this like a threesome thing?" Judy asked an obvious disappointment in her voice.

"No, just you and her" I told her.

"Would you be with a man if I wanted?" Judy asked.

"Well maybe" I told her. She sat up and turned on the light.

"Really if I wanted to see you suck some guys cock" Judy was saying as she did I got an erection. Since we where only covered by a sheet it was hard to conceal.

"You would!" Judy laughed as she stroked my dick thru the sheet. I didn't try and deny it.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before?" Judy asked as she teased me.

"No, I just " I fell silent.

"You don't get away that easy" Judy said. She let me go and rolled over she went and got something from her dresser. She came back to bed and stroked me again.

"Show me what you do" Judy teased as she held her vibrator to my lips. I looked at her smiling face and parted my lips. She giggled as she watched me lick her toy.

"That is so hot" she told me. After a few minutes she stopped.

"You got me so wet, fuck me" she told me. I didn't last long but she didn't care. I held her as we drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I went to get in the shower. When Judy came in to use the toilet.

"Paul, would you swallow?" She asked staring at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Would you let a man cum in your mouth?" Judy asked.

"I guess. I mean you have to try it right?" I said. I was rock hard again

Judy watched as I got in the shower. She joined me as I washed my hair. She stood behind me and stroked my dick.

"When you shower at the gym do you think about all they men and what thier cocks taste like?" She asked. I didn't respond.

"You want to suck them don't you. You aren't interested in them sucking you" she stated as she did she used the soap to lube between my ass cheeks. Her finger teasing my asshole. I came in big spurts.

Judy continued to tease me about cocks, blowjobs even getting my ass fucked over the next few weeks. I found myself admitting to it all. Even telling her how I used to wear my mother's underwear and wonder what if felt like to be a girl. Judy never looked down on it or found it disgusting instead incourged me to tell her more.

She told me she would help me explore my fantasies. First buying a strapon and teaching me to suck "her cock". Then taking my anal virginity with it as well. After that her buying me panties wasn't to far fetched. We continued to play off and on. A year ago Judy had me shave my legs and wear a dress. Taught me to walk in heels. Soon I was dressing up and playing her lesbian lover every weekend. She even bought me a strapon to use on her.

Six months ago we talked about inviting a man to our bed. I agreed but when it came to it I hid. Judy convinced me to at least watch. I sat and watched as a large man fucked my wife with a big cock. Judy tried to intice me to join her. But I just watched. As soon as he left I dove between her legs and licked her for an hour. He had used a condom but I was so turned on I came in my pretty panties as I pleased her with my tounge. Judy took off my panties and made me lick them clean.

"You are just a little sissy" she teased. We talked alot about it. And basically figured I was afraid someone would learn that I was a bisexual sissy.

Thats when Judy came up with taking me on vacation. But I was to be her sissy for the whole thing. Not wearing boy clothes at all. I could watch her have sex with men. Maybe even join in if I wanted.

It was obvious she was not going to be happy till she saw me suck a real cock.

Judy had made sure I was free of body hair. Even plucked my eyebrows a bit thinner but not necessarily in high arches. She had also gotten me a wig.

By this time I had alot of practice and was able to do my own makeup and hair. I got dressed in a skimpy sundress Judy had gotten me. I wore a white thong underneath and a pushup bra held my glue on tits. I choose my long red wig. And 2 inch heeled sandels. Judy nodded her approval as she led me around the resort. We where tired from the flight but it was to early to sleep so a bit of exploring to know our way around. We found ourselves at a pool side bar. As soon as we sat down a group of men bought us a drink. Judy invited them to join us.

John, Brad, Phil and Dave. They were all coworkers on some kind of team building retreat. But had the day off. Dave stood behind me and was not shy about his hands on my ass. While the other three hit on Judy. Fighting for her attention. I was so turned on. Judy noticed it as well. She stood excusing herself to use the ladies room she took my hand for me to join her. She stopped only long enough to whisper something in Dave's ear. When we came out of the ladies room Dave was waiting.

"I like girlie bois" he said quietly to us both. Judy smiled and put my hand in his. He looked around.

"I share a room" he said worried Judy just handed him our key. She squeezed my hand as Dave led me away. I was terrified and excited. Dave was all over me in the elevator kissing me and holding me tight. As we got into the room he stopped .

"I am married" he seemed to need to confess. I just dropped and unbuckled his shorts. I let them fall then pulled down his boxers as well. His average maybe a bit bigger cock was rock hard. I took him in my mouth with ease. I then stopped and looked up at him.

"I never been with a man" I confessed. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth. He was soon face fucking me.

"Yeah, suck it bitch" he told me. The more forceful he was the more I wanted it. I was amazed at his stamina he must of lasted 10 maybe 15 minutes before he grunted and pumped his load down my throat.

Dave was probably 10 years older then me. And 40 pounds heavier. Mostly muscle and height. As he was at least 6' 2" to my 5' 7" he grabbed my arm and practically picked me up from the floor. He lifted my dress over my head. His hands slid over my cage. As they caressed my ass, thighs and stomach. He had me remove the false breast telling me he wanted to see me.

He made love to me, he was tender and gentle even though his big cock nearly split me in two. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

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