Welcome T-girl lovers!

Wow. I feel just like a kid who is trying to ride a bike sans training wheels for the first time! This whole blogging thing is more complicated than I ever imagined. And here’s the scary part…if you’re reading this, you’re on the bike with me!

Thanks for taking a minute to join me here in my little corner of the internet. I’m the mouse hole in the mansion that is the internet, in the corner of the pantry off the kitchen, at the back behind the long forgotten mop bucket and Pine-Sol. I expect to go largely unnoticed by the world, but for those adventurous few of you who find your way through my mouse hole, together we will explore a world filled with dominant T-Girls. We will discuss the impossible as if it were the every day, dreams as if they are reality and desires, oh the desires, those will be plumbed to the very depths. There will be the whimsical, the humorous, the thoughtful, the provoking, the sad and so many other emotions. Welcome Alex, or is it Alice? But whomever it is, ignore that silly looking glass and follow me down the mouse hole into my world of T-Girl dominance and my view of submission.

Not Your Little Boy Anymore

This picture could probably bring up multiple fantasy lines. Here’s what it pulled out of my head.

She hadn’t been invited to the graduation party. June, his mother, knew there was some kind of connection between her young son and Angie, the woman next door. She’d moved in beside the single mother and her son when Tommy was a freshman.  At first things were fine. Tommy was simply the gangly kid next door that mowed her grass and did other odd jobs around house for extra cash.

After a few years things changed. He began to struggle keeping eye contact with her, his eyes were always drifting to her boobs, not that she could blame him. After all she knew she has some really nice boobs. She also caught him staring at her whenever she was out sunbathing in her bikini.

One day he was so distracted by watching her he accidently blew a bunch of grass into the pool. Angie yelled at him,

“Tommy! Watch what you’re doing! Damn it! I just paid to have that pool cleaned yesterday! I ought to bend you over my knee and spank your ass!”

Tommy looked horrified and instantly got an erection which only embarrassed him further. Angie found his erection very enlightening. Tommy let go of the mower and dashed for home. Angie mulled over Tommy’s reaction. Was it just an inopportune erection, or was there something deeper at work here. She’d never considered sex with him. He was much too young and while she and June weren’t friends she did respect her and would not take advantage of her son. Besides, she was pretty sure he had no idea she had a penis.

A week went by and the grass was starting to get tall so she texted Tommy and asked him to come over so they could talk it out. He agreed and a few minutes later was sitting on her couch. She was wearing a short black skirt, stockings, heals and a button up blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. Angie figured if he got another erection with her dressed like this he was just a normal red blooded boy.

“Thanks for coming Tommy. I’m sorry I yelled at you last week. I was all stressed out about work. More iced tea?” She leaned down to give him a good look down the front of her blouse as she served him. No erection. Interesting. Now to try theory two. “But I was also pretty upset. It costs a lot of money to get that pool cleaned and when you blow grass into it the very next day I feel like I should be allowed to be angry and even spank you!” She said this sternly and was instantly rewarded with his hard on. His hand went to his crotch to try to hide it. “I think you’ve been a bad, bad boy Tommy.” She stood right infront of him, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, looking down on him sternly. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Tommy squirmed in his seat for a moment then made to duck past her for the door.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” He did. “TURN AROUND!” Again he followed orders, with both of his hands covering his aching appendage. His face was glowing with euphoric humiliation. Angie had her answer. He was incredibly turned on and her control was complete. She feels a familiar thrill of power surge through her as their rolls solidify. “You will be graduating soon and by that time you will be an adult. I will punish you then. But until that time we will go on as if nothing has changed and I will torture you with words and visions. Only in your actual punishment will you find release. Do we understand each other?”

Tommy nodded and for the rest of the school year she ordered him around her house. She was stern, demanding, aggressive and everything he desired. She would wear her lacy things around the house and a bikini when outside. She would get close to him, close enough to smell her and never touch him. She built up how she was going to punish him, make him hers and take control in ways he couldn’t imagine. Tommy had a constant erection whenever he was near her.

There were two weeks left in the school year when June showed up on Angie’s front step one afternoon.

“Tommy won’t be working for you anymore. I’m not sure what’s been going on between you two, but it has to stop. He needs to focus on his life. Not you. He’s my little boy and I want him to be successful and go to college and meet a nice girl, get married and have some babies. You’re not part of that picture. So it’s over. Understand?” Angie smiled a genuinely compassionate smile.

“I never meant to be a distraction to Tommy and I’m sorry if I have been. If that is your wish, I will honor it. However I want you to tell him it’s your choice. I don’t want him to think it’s coming from me. Deal?”

June nodded and stomped back home.

Two weeks later Tommy graduated and there was a big party at his house. Lots of family and friends came by to visit. As the party was winding down June noticed that Tommy was missing. She looked through the house and couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly she knew where he was. June dashed out of the house and jogged over to Angie’s. She knocked on the door and rang the bell several times, but no one answered. She tired the knob and the door swung open. Deeper in the home she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. She marched into the family room and found Angie and Tommy going at it, but she was confused. Uncertainly she said,

“Tommy?!” Angie looked back over her shoulder as she was at last punishing Tommy and said,

“I guess he’s not your little boy anymore.”

Late for Class

What will pop out this time…..let’s see….

It was my first time in Japan. The cherry trees were in bloom and their sweet fragrance floated on the air with the occasional delicious smell of cooking food. I was off the beaten path, away from the tourist areas, soaking up the local culture. It was early morning as I happened along the street in an area where I was getting more unusual looks than normal. Being a westerner in the East I stood out like a turkey in a chicken coop so receiving odd looks was becoming standard.

I had just passed a school and noticed small groups of girls carrying books and chatting as they headed toward it. They were wearing the kind of cute little uniforms that made guys have bad thoughts. I didn’t want to creep any of them out so I kept my head down and tried to hurry out of the area.

In my haste I almost collided with a tall girl. I stumbled as I took evasive action to avoid bowling her over and luckily she caught me by the shoulders before I did a face plant in the concrete.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” She steadied me before speaking.

“Oh! You’re American!” I smiled and nodded as I responded for the hundredth time.

“Yes. Guilty as charged. I’m from the states. I better let you get to class.” I stepped around her and took about two steps when her hand grabbed my shoulder again.

“Uh, Mister? I’m so sorry, but this just happened.” I turned back to find the front of her skirt resting on top of a hard penis. I took a double take from her throbbing erection to the concerned look on her face, back to the erection. I’d heard of Futanari, but thought they were just some urban legend. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you, being American and all, you’re not used to this.” I was concerned and wary.

“Used to what?”

“Well, you have given me and erection and you must take care of it for me. It is the honorable thing to do.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “You are an honorable man are you not?”

“I…..uh, sure, but….” She seemed relieved as she cut in.

“Oh good! We’ll have to make this a quickie. I don’t want to be late for my Physics class.” She reached for my belt as I sputtered and I tried to back away.

“Wait! I don’t understand!” She gave me that concerned look again.

“There’s nothing to understand. I’m going to stick my penis in your bottom to relieve my erection. That is what must be done. It is required of you since you caused it. Please! We are wasting valuable time!”

She grabbed me again and this time shucked my pants down around my ankles. With smooth movements she pushed me a couple of steps to a sign post, bent me forward at the waist and placed my shoulder against the post. I felt the tip of her penis rubbing a slippery substance all around my anus and then she entered me. Fully. She unceremoniously began pumping. Each thrust pulling a soft girlish ‘ugh, ugh, ugh,’ in a steady rhythm.

My eyes were closed and my mind reeling as this girl had her way with me. Then to my even deeper humiliation I heard a sing-song voice declare,

“Cho, you’d better hurry! Class starts in ten minutes!” The giggle that followed let me know that it had been spoken in English on purpose. When my eyes opened I saw three girls, much like Cho, walking past and the one closest caught my eye and winked at me as she puckered up and gave me an air kiss. Their giggles faded away as they past us.

Cho’s rhythm was increasing. She was pistoning in and out with deep urgency when suddenly she buried herself to the hilt.

“Aheeeeeeeeee! Uhg! Aheeeeeeee! ugh……ugh…..ugh.” Cho’s release echoed from the buildings and anyone within six blocks would know she was having an orgasm. I felt her cum hard and in an unbelievable volume. I could see my lower abdomen stretching slightly as she grunted a few times to finish topping off a load that would have challenged a bull. She pulled her penis from me with a soft plop.

I looked back at her as her juices ran down the insides of my thighs and saw the innocent looking school girl tuck her flaccid penis back into her panties then straightening her skirt. She met my eye and smiled.

“See you after school.” was all she said.

 

 

The Pill

I’m going to try a little something new. I’m going to post a picture. It could be any picture. It might be something mundane, fantastic, retro or modern. Then I’m going to write a ‘woman with a penis’ scene inspired by the photo. Let’s give it a try.

 

Jeffery is wobbling and stumbling along a dimly lit hall toward his apartment. His keys are jingling softly with his erratic movements. He arrives at his door and begins to fumble for the key to unlock it. Unsteady hands make a valiant attempt, but the key and it’s cohorts slip away. A soft thunk announces they’ve arrived on the floor and Jeffery sighs and grumbles as he bends to retrieve them. His head bumps into the door and helps to steady him on his slow decent toward the keys.

Suddenly the door is not there. Pulled quickly open it no longer provides support and Jeffery falls in a heap at Rachel’s feet. HIs bleary eyes travel up her naked body and it doesn’t take long for him to realize that she is not happy. Hands on her hips, stern face and flashing eyes tell him he is in it deep. She grabs him by the collar, pulls him over the threshold and closes the door.

“Rasheel! You shore luk bootifol.” His thick brain attempts some flattery. To his surprise she smiles, but his drunken brain doesn’t realize it’s not a smile of happiness.

“Did you have a good time? Was it fun hanging with all your single buddies at the clubs? Did you get to dance with lots pretty girls?”

“Yesh. I had a great time! It wash loads uh fun!” Her vicious smile broadened for just a second before the sternness settled over her again.

“That’s nice. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Cause it’s your last time. I took the pill earlier tonight.” This is enough of a shock to cut through some of the alcohol.

“What? You took the pill? THE pill?”

“Yes. THE pill. I’m never spending another night here alone while you go out for a good time and do who knows what with who knows who! Knowing you and your buddies you were probably getting blowjobs under the tables or in the bathrooms from girls too dumb to realize that they don’t have to do that kind of silly shit anymore!”

“But Rachel, we were going to talk about this first. We were going to try some things to make sure it was the right decision for us.”

“I’ve decided. It’s the right decision for me. I want more control in this relationship and I’m going to take it. You’re not going to run off with the guys and act like your single while you leave me here alone.”

“But, but what if I don’t like it?”

“My girlfriend Tammy at work took the pill. She has more confidence, has already got a promotion and her fiancé Joe loves the new her. She said it took him a while, but she was persistent and he came around. I can be very persistent Jeffery. Besides, I’m already stronger.”

“But Rachel….”

“No buts! When the sun comes up it will be the dawn of a new day for our relationship. I’m sure it will be a little tough, having a girlfriend with a big penis who will constantly want to fuck you, but at least you won’t be complaining anymore about not getting enough sex and Tammy was telling me how great blowjobs are! I can’t wait! That’s going to be the first thing we do.”

Jeffery sat on the floor looking up at Rachel. She was still angry, but she was also excited. He could tell how badly she wanted this, but he wasn’t so sure. His head was spinning with all of her excited chatter and the alcohol. He needed sleep. Maybe this would all blow over in the morning. Maybe she hadn’t really took the pill and was only bluffing. As if she read his mind she told him,

“Better get a good look at this body. In the morning there’s going to be a big, hard, horny dick standing out where that little pussy is now. And I’m going to fuck you with that dick. I’m going to fuck you with that dick and our relationship is going to change. You won’t be doing what you want anymore, you’ll be doing what I want.”

Jeffery looked up at her. Rachel’s face was stern and her hands were on her hips. When his eyes settled on her crotch he stopped. It looked like it was swollen, maybe a little puffy. Cold certainty washed over him as he realized her cock was already starting to grow.

 

 

Lame Ass Porn

I’ve got a problem with porn and I’m not talking about my addiction. My problem is the amount of lame ass porn we generally have to suffer through to get to those golden nuggets of explosive hotness. I’m focusing on the shemale/tranny/ladyboy/tgirl on male stuff because that is what I spend most of my time watching, but this rant could easily cover any form of porn.

I do a search for shemale on male and a list of clips pop up. There on my screen are a number of thumbnails with a hot girl in the right position to fulfill my fantasy of the moment. I eagerly choose one only to be rewarded with cute tgirl who is barely hard enough to stay in the guy she is topping. She is trying to hide how bored she is by making painfully fake seductive faces at the camera and grabbing her partner’s cock for some half-hearted jacking. A heavy sigh from me and it’s back to the list. I get it. It’s not your thing and someone has pressured you into it, most likely for money. But it’s called acting for a reason. Just like a good actress can cry for the camera during a dramatic scene an adult entertainer should be able to act passionate, dominant, or whatever the scene calls for to make it believable. Better yet, if it’s not your type of scene, skip it. Sure, it’s easy for me to sit here and type that when I don’t have to make your car or rent payment, but then it circles back to my original stance; bring on the acting and leave the lame stuff behind!

Lest you think I’m only picking on the girls I want to go on record that the guys are even worse! Laying there like a bump on a log many of them hardly touch the girl that’s working them over! Many are quiet with an occasional moan or groan and little else. It’s like they are thinking about taking out the garbage instead of focusing on the hot chick screwing them. She’s got nipples too! Show them some love! Give that poor girl who’s struggling to get into the scene some passion to work with and maybe, just maybe, you’ll both find the chemistry that makes the scene pop!

So does this all come back to the producers, directors, and companies making it all? Are they simply trying to crank out content they can charge for? Is any scene where a dick is sliding in and out of a hole acceptable? I guess it is when we pay for it, but if we don’t pay for it where the heck are we going to get our fix? I used to buy movies to get my jollies and that was the most frustrating of all. Paying $40 for the privilege to wade through a couple of hours of scenes for a few minutes of the good stuff! And the dialogue is atrocious, but that is a whole different rant.

Whew. Now that I have that out of my system let me be the first to say that not all shemale on male porn is lame. There are some actresses out there that can melt the computer screen. Jessi Dubai, Yasmin Lee, and Eva Lin pop right off the top of my head and there are many others who I’ve watched and enjoyed. I can’t tell you the name of a single guy that really brings it. Maybe that’s my shallowness and not the failing of the actor though, because I’ve watched some very erotic couples on TS Seduction and they were really bringing it.

Nobody gives a two hoots in a holler about what I think and I know it. But every now and then I just need to vent.

Top Girls: Rare but out there.

My stories frequently depict very dominant scenes. Strong top girls taking the men they want and not caring about anything else. I love to write these stories.  They set my mind free from the everyday hum drum, allowing me to explore a world that I want to visit, even if I am not sure I want to live there.

Top girls take my breath away. The more beautiful they are the more I stand in awe of how they can make a guy feel. I am sure that if I ever met my muse, Foxy Angel, or any of the the other amazing tops that grace adult entertainment I would be completely tongue tied. Stammering out how beautiful she is while shivering in my skin, sure in the knowledge that she could spread my legs and take me places I have only ever dreamed about.

I read in chat rooms that there are no true tops out there. The ones that do top are only doing it for the money. I wonder if that is true? Is it a simple case of economics? As soon as there is enough money in the bank for that last big surgery will they walk through that hospital door and knock those last dusty bits of maleness from their pumps? Maybe. If you spend your whole life dreaming of having wings to fly and the doctor tells you he can make it happen, are you going to continue riding around in a plane? Doubtful.

But I don’t buy into that chat room BS that its all about the money. If that were the case wouldn’t more girls take the final cut as soon as possible? Okay, so I can hear the cynics out there saying their just riding the gravy train till time and gravity forces them into the station. I’m sure some are doing exactly that, which is no different than a pro athlete milking his talent to the end so who can blame them?

I think there are changes just over the horizon. To my eye there are more top girls out there than ever before and finding their work on the internet is easier than ever. They are still rare and special, but not unicorn rare, more like eagle rare. Which means that you can find them if you know where to look.  I believe there are girls out there who have realized being a beautiful top is to be worshiped. Guys are begging and pleading you to take them and make them your own. If you are a top girl, whether all the time or just when it suits you, I would encourage you to embrace it. Be that Eagle so many guys are searching for and know what it is to be worshiped.