You Want to Ask Me Out?

He saw her standing alone across the large room. Her back turned to the party crowd as she looked out the windows and over the city. The long hair, the confident stance, the curves. They all caught his eye and drew his interest. She looked like a girl he’d like to ask out. He took note of the empty champagne glass at her elbow and snagged two fresh ones from a passing tray. As he approached he could see she was not like most of the other women at the party. There was a presence about her, a power or strength that he was drawn to. All the other skinny women seemed like fragile dolls while he could imagine wrestling in the sheets with this woman as she laughed and growled. Just the thought of that made his dick swell in his pants. All the better. He wanted her to see his bulge. When he arrived at her back he cleared his throat and said,

“Excuse me. I saw your glass was empty so I brought you a fresh one.” She turned and fixed him with an intense stare, assessing him. She noted his bulge. 

“It’s empty because I don’t like champagne. I’m more of a beer girl.” Her eyes drilled into his. Challenging him to stay or slink off back into the crowd. He stood his ground.

“Oh? Well I guess that leaves more for me. Would you like for me to get you a beer?” His eyes drifted down over her.  Pretty eyes, nice rack and….whoa! They snapped back up to hers. She had no reaction on her face when she challenged him again,

“See something you like? Want to ask me out now, or are you just another close minded guy?” He hated being called out and when someone challenged he had to meet it head on.

“Yes. I do want to ask you out. That’s the whole reason I came over here, but if you’re too busy playing the tough ass bitch and trying scare me away to be interested in a date, just come out and tell me. Then maybe I can have a shot at one of these other less interesting women.” His nostrils flared a little as he defiantly held his ground and sipped his champagne. A Mona Lisa smile touched her lips.

“You think I’m interesting?” He took another sip as his mind swirled with where this was going.

“Definitely.” He declared with a nod of punctuation. 

“What if I’m too much for you to handle?” Now it was his turn to smile.

“I guess there is only one way for us to find out.”

He tossed back the last of the champagne, set the glasses on the window sill and offered her his arm. The surprise he saw on her face gave him sweet satisfaction after how things had begun. Her arm slipped through his and her hand gripped his forearm with a strength that gave him goose bumps. That wrestling match was going to be very interesting. 

A Whole New World

They had been dating for over a year now getting to know each other and settling into their relationship. To the outside world they appeared to be like any other loving couple, but as with most couples that was hardly the case. Kate and John were in love that part was true, but she was tired of hiding. Kate was the strong willed one in the relationship and had come to a decision. She was no longer hiding who she was. John was unsure about this new path, but Kate insisted. 

Kate enjoyed pulling on her hot pink shorts without the usual tucks and adjustments as John looked on in consternation. John commented,

“Those shorts are pretty tight. They look uncomfortable. Maybe you should wear your kaki ones.” Kate sighed.

“They’re fine John and they match my lipstick. Besides, they’re more comfortable now than all the other times I’ve worn them. I thought you liked these shorts.” He mumbles

“I do. But they….well….they…make you…stand out.” Kate shot him a look then smiled.

“I know.” John was flustered.

“But can’t we start off with something a little less…obvious?” She loved his discomfiture. 

“No honey. You love me right?” John nodded. “Just like I am, right?” Another nod. “Then you need to embrace it and let me be me. Don’t force me to hide who I am behind tucks and tape. Let the world know that your girlfriend is a tgirl and embrace it!” He gave her a dubious look.

“Does it have to look so….big?” She gave him another grin.

“Don’t you want the other guys to be jealous of you?” John heaved a sigh. He’d lost this argument several times already. 

“I guess so.”

“Good!” She picked up her purse. “All ready!” She took one last look in the mirror and said, “I need a selfie to commemorate our first date with me out, so to speak.” She took the picture and posted it to her Instagram wall. “Now we’re ready.”

She took John’s hand  and led him out the door and into a whole new world.

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.”

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.