This is bad, but I can’t help it.
This is bad, but I can’t help it.
I’m really getting into this caption scene. I tend to like the ones that are shorter with things being implied instead of spelled out, but I read them all. Here’s one that I came up with last week. I hope you enjoy it.
I like this picture a lot. Grabbing his hips and pulling him toward her with that hard cock ready and waiting. Simply wonderful. I’m really enjoying writing these captions and think I’m going to do a run of dominant step mom/sister/daughter ones. They seem to be hitting my grove lately even though I’ve steered clear of them in my stories so far. I hope this one gives you a little thrill of excitement as you continue it in your head.
Recently got home from a week at Myrtle Beach. I hung out on the beach for at least several hours every day. Not for the tanning; I was under the umbrella. It was the surf, relaxation and people watching. I love people watching and on the beach they come in every shape and size. Literally. All those women were enough to put my Walter Mitty brain into complete over load. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be a bikini clad female body and in my mind each one was a dominant shemale looking for a guy to enjoy.
The lovely young lass above was set up on the beach just feet away from my position. All I could think about was what it would be like if she was sporting some wood and I could go over and straddle her for a little fun in the sun. And where she was one, there were another fifty, or maybe a hundred, I was too busy fantasizing to waste time counting. There were a bus load of women sitting in beach chairs, legs spread just enough for me to imagine giving them a sloppy blowjob as they enjoyed their book or magazine. Every cute female was fodder for my imagination. I was seeing this:
And dreaming this: (Bless whoever shopped this pic)
Then it dawned on me; with all of the beautiful women surrounding me I wasn’t thinking about regular old sex with any of them. Not one. There was a time when I would have at least been equal opportunity in the sex realm, but now it seems like I’m more in the world of give me girl cock or I’ll pass, thank you very much.
I was boogie boarding near a teenage girl and two boys horsing around in the surf. One of the boys kept picking the girl up and she would grumble at him and squirm a little. At one point I heard her say, “Don’t! If you keep it up you’re going….” and of course my brain supplied, “…make me hard!” From there I spent the next ten minutes putting together a whole scenario. (Sorry, but the beer washed it out of my head before I could write it down.)
I guess this post is more of a self-realization that I have OSD. Obsessive Shemale Disorder. I wonder if it’s terminal?
Here is a caption I came up with the other day. Thought I’d share it. Looking at it now I think it should have been. Hey! That’s not your pinkie! That confused look on his face invites lots of possible captions. Feel free to post yours here if one comes to you.
I’ve been reading some Omegaverse fan fiction lately. That whole universe is based on humans who have wolf/dog pack characteristics that are Alpha/Beta/Omega. In this universe sex is a little different. Out side of the ‘normal’ biology you have Omega males who can get pregnant by either another male or an Alpha female. That whole Alpha female on Omega male thing is quite intriguing to me and at some point I may take a stab at that in their universe, but I digress. That is a long lead in to explain why I was interested enough to take an on line test last week to determine if I’m Alpha, Beta or Omega. I expected to come out a Beta, but much to my surprise, according to the test, I’m an Alpha.
If that’s the case, why the heck am I so darn sexually submissive?! That answer is out there on the internet and I’m not going to go into all the psychology of it here. Instead, I’d like to explore it a little from my point of view.
In my every day life I’m not some CEO or any one of the other high powered positions that come to mind when you think ‘Alpha male’. However, I am a manager of sorts with a significant amount of responsibility that requires me to wear my Alpha hat. In the rest of my life I generally try to resist taking on any more responsibility or telling others what to do. I won’t let people push me around, but at the same time I’m not aggressive. But I’m not even sure if any of that plays into my submissiveness. I’m a very partner focused person and I like to make people happy. When the person I’m in bed with is getting off on what I’m doing…well that’s what gets me off. If she does that and acts like she really wants me, won’t take no for an answer type of wants me, I’m putty in her hands.
So I guess this isn’t the in depth expose’ I was thinking it might be. Maybe I’m really just that simple. If you want me and really let me know that you’ve got to have me, I’m probably yours. And yours and yours and yours too. Good thing for my current relationship that no one ever try’s to take me like that or I’d be in deep trouble.
Submission isn’t the same for everyone and my version is very vanilla with maybe some chocolate syrup and a few nuts. No where near the Rocky Road of cuckolding or the black raspberry chocolate chunk of BDSM, but with the right partner, okay it would have to be the perfect partner, I might take a small bowl and give those choices a try.
Do you like em big? That take your breath away big that makes you whimper in euphoric stretching pain? Penis size is referred to in most dominant shemale stories I’ve read and every one I’ve written. Yep, I’m probably more guilty of that than any other author. Blame it on my submissiveness.
For a guy like me who has never known the stretch of a shemale penis the size is purely about submission and I dare say that it is the same for a lot of my fellow subs out there. Her massive tool is more about dominance than the pleasure it would bring to the bedroom….or balcony, or kitchen, or bathroom or….well I think you get the picture. Shemale penis size is important from a sub’s perspective because if that curvy sweet girl whips out a schwantz that dwarfs yours, and then maybe gloats about it a little, well that presses the express elevator button to the sub basement! “Grovel in awe of my massive member you pathetic pencil dicked male!” But would you really want that monster invading your tender hole?
It would be incredibly erotic to loose a penis size comparison with Isabel Tucci above, but if it was a ‘winner take all’ contest I doubt that as the loser I could take the winner. She’s a little too big for the condom and a lot too big for a virgin. The same would go for Sabrina Suzuki below.
If there was a contest this guy definitely lost. I love how much bigger Sabrina’s penis size is and yet how much fun would it be to be skewered on that thing? I suppose it would be fun for her. Super tight hole meet super hard peg and proceed to force fit. I can just hear her moaning in delight as she is squeezed by a panicked hole that can’t stretch out fast enough.
Still, there is way more to being a sub than the physical stuff. Her penis size is part of it, but her attitude and confidence are where it’s really at. I don’t care if her prick is smaller than mine as long as she could take control and use me for her pleasure.
So give me a girl with any size penis, but the confidence to move mountains and if she wants to take me I’ll be putty in her hands.
I’m really enjoying coming up with these captions. It’s fun. They are little micro stories. A visual prop and a few lines to get your imagination rolling. It doesn’t matter if your imagination goes where mine goes, just as long as it gets out there and stretches its legs a bit. I hope these two get you on the move.
‘Like She Owns Me’ was published last week on Smashwords and Kindle Direct Publishing! It was supposed to be ‘My Nympho T-Girl’ but I changed the name at the last minute for two reasons. I was kind of inspired by my last post here and my friend Anasheya has gone quiet and I couldn’t use the cover art they produced for the book. I really hope Anasheya is okay. If you read this Anasheya we all are missing you! Please at least let us know that you’re alright.
This whole writing thing is fun and frustrating. I really want to put out a good product and give a good value for the money someone spends. But when I look on the internet for books like mine I find that many are 5 to 7,000 words and selling for 2.99. That’s about the length of my typical short story and would take a lot less time produce. My story ‘Like She Owns Me’ is 40,000 words for 2.99. I’m sure anyone can do the math on that one. But in the end I’ve got a regular job to pay my bills and the money isn’t the driving force for doing this. Sure it would be great to be able to quit the day job and write from home, but I don’t see that happening.
I have found that there is one thing that I miss about the Literotica website. The feedback. The readers there are awesome about letting an author know that they appreciate their work. If you happen to be a Literotica reader thank you for every time you’ve ever left a comment or sent feedback on anyone’s story.
If you bought a copy of ‘Like She Owns Me’ and it led you here…Thank you! I appreciate your support!
I am 100% guilty as charged when it comes to writing about the T-Girl being bigger than her male partner. Something that I might revisit in a future blog post, but this caption popped into my head and I had to share it with you. Cause in some cases size might not matter….