Shemales: Not Just for Domination?

I’ve been thinking about that test I took awhile ago that said I’m an Alpha male. Granted, I don’t believe that an online test is the end all, be all of determining your dominance level. After all there are tests out there that will tell you what type of dog you would be, who’s the friend you’re most likely to end up in a jail cell with and what Disney princess you would be and no, I haven’t taken any of those. Even I have limits.

On this blog and in most of my stories I focus the male being submissive, but I could certainly top the right T-Girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still more submissive than dominant, but a big part of my submissiveness is about pleasuring the woman I’m with. If I’m shoving her up against the wall and we’re passionately going at it and she’s digging it, like reeeeealy digging it, then it would be ‘All aboard! This train is leaving the station!’.

Take the lovely lady above. If you were lucky enough to be making out with Ana and she was passionately returning your attentions while murmuring how much she wanted you inside her, well I’m pretty darn sure I would rise to the occasion. A big part of the sub thing, at least for me, is to be wanted by someone so badly they are aggressive and instant about what they want. Because of that I still find femdom interesting. Not as titliating as these beautiful and delicious T-Girls, but pretty darn exciting if the woman is really into it and not just playing a part.

Dominance and submission comes in many different shades of gray. (I bet you see what I did there) I don’t know if I will ever discuss it all here and you’ll be happy to know that is not my intention. After all, I only have my own experiences to draw from and when it comes to D/s sex, I’m well read, but hardly worldly.

I guess we’ll explore it some together and we’ll talk about my stories and we’ll have fun with some captions along the way. If you want to share your experiences and wisdom with me I’d be happy to listen.

White Christmas Moment

 

I'm sure it will only hurt a little at first...
I’m sure it will only hurt a little at first…

I watched the 1954 movie White Christmas on Christmas Eve. Now this is not the first time I’ve ever watched it, but it was the first time I tuned out the dialog and just watched the body language in the engagement scene. Suddenly I see it in an all new Dominant T-Girl light. In the movie these two are clumsily trying to entangle Bob and Betty, the other two characters played by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. Bing and Rosemary have just had a fight in the previous scene which leads to this one.

Search YouTube ‘White Christmas Engagement’ to watch the scene. Watch with the sound on first to get a feel for it, then I recommend watching with the sound muted. Above is a still from near the end of the scene for reference. But take a moment to really look at the still. Vera has a hand midway up Danny’s thigh, she’s leaning in, her eyes heavy lidded with a hopeful smile. Vera is obviously taking charge here and if you have my mind she’s trying to talk him into giving up the goods.

Now let’s add some of our own dialog to the scene which won’t match their lips moving, but what do you expect from a low budget operation like mine?

Danny: How do you figure that?

Vera: I’m not sure but daylight is starting to glimmer. Last night she couldn’t sleep, today she won’t eat. She’s in lust.

Well if that’s lust somebody goofed.

Oh, it’s lust alright. I’m sure she wants to stick her dick in him, but she putting up barriers.

But why?

She’s the mother hen and I’m the little chick. She won’t take a guy until I’m already balls deep in one. Married or engaged or something.

Well I guess that’s the end of that.

Unless I find a guy who will let me fuck him and get engaged to him real fast.

Even if it wasn’t a crazy idea where are you going to find a guy up here in the wilderness? There’s nobody around.

I don’t know…

There’s no one around here. Be realistic, who are you going to find up here to stick your dick in?

Well, I suppose it ought to be someone that I know.

That always helps.

And it ought to be a man…

That’s an absolute must.

It should be a mature man, with a nice tight ass that’s also deep…

Mature, tight, deep…

Witty, charming, deep throats with ease and swallows…

Witty, charming, deep throat, oh sure. Where’re you going to find such a super man?

Don’t be so modest.

Honey, fellas like that don’t….me?

Well you’re not exactly superman, but you’re awfully available.

Now Judy don’t get any ideas. I’m not ready for that yet! I’m not the ass fucking kind!

Oh, now once I’m slipping into you I’m sure I can change your mind.

I’m not the slipping into kind!

Well what kind are you?

I’m the I don’t mind getting my best friend fucked in the ass, but I’m terrified to do it myself kind.

How terrible could it be for a few days? My big girl cock sliding in and out of your tight butt. You sucking me back stage and us getting caught to sell it to everyone. You do like me don’t you?

Uh…ssure I do.

I mean I’m not exactly repulsive.

Course not.

And you do find me to be sexy, horny the kind of girl that could fuck you into the bed…

I do, but I feel the same way about my aunt Matilda!

Oh. Well, let’s just skip it. I was only thinking of Betty getting to fuck Bob.

Betty fucking Bob. Yea. Look, it would only be temporary?

Well of course. You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who goes around using her sister as an excuse to fuck guys in the ass do you?!

Of course not. Nobody thinks that. Now let me figure this out. You’d only be fucking my ass for two or three weeks at the worst…at the most I mean.

Well of course.

And we wouldn’t have to announce our…um…engagement until absolutely necessary.

Absolutely necessary.

Well ok. It’s a deal.

But don’t you think I should get started right now. I mean I am all hard and ready.

Nnnnot until absolutely necessary.

Oh, I think it’s absolutely necessary.

 

I hope you have fun with this little scene high – jacking. I know I did.

I Love Captions

Holy crap. It’s already been over a month since the last post? I don’t think that’s considered blogging. I guess it sucks to be a writer or a blogger and be a man of few words. Anyway….today I wanted to tell the world that I love Captions. Maybe not all of them, but a lot of them. Take this one for instance.

 

I love this caption
I love this caption

 

So many great things to read into those few words attached to that great picture. I would love to give some great ‘pat on the back’ feedback to whoever did that one. Just awesome. Lets break it down in case you’ve haven’t thought about this caption. “Just keep breathing…” So she’s big enough that he’s struggling to take her. “sweetheart” implies they’re close. Dating? Married? Maybe she just grew the penis. “Only one more inch to go” She plans on going all the way in. This is the kind of dynamic that gets my motor roaring!

Lately, I’ve been so interested in captions or captures that I wanted to try my hand at some. The one below is the first one I’ve ever done. The picture stole my imagination first. After all there stands a beautiful woman in a sexy black dress and look what has popped out for a look around. I’d love to have a quickie with her while everyone else is busy at the party. Maybe I knew what she had before I asked for the quckie, and maybe not. Either way, this tryst is about to get really interesting.

 

I am too!!
I am too!!

 

I hope you like my first attempt at a caption. I want to do some more and have some pictures saved back to work with. Feel free to share a picture with me if you’d like for me to caption it. After all, I’m always open for suggestions.

The Post Election World

Now before you get your panties in a bind this is NOT a political post. This blog is not about that stuff. But let’s put my favorite spin on it…what if the president elect was a dominant T-Girl? A mature  woman with that something extra that wanted to change the face and sexuality of the nation? She would surround herself with a cabinet of like minded and endowed women and a few pet men.

Soon special rights are bestowed upon the other dominant T-Girls and those that were on the dominant fence would seek to take advantage of these special rights and embrace their dominant side. Men that embrace their submissiveness would get advantages in job searches and any other area where they would be interacting with these dominant T-Girls.

Maybe this world would be easier to explain away if it were a Futa Commander and Chief. Some people write about how a Futa can bind a man to her by having him swallow her cum. This is an interesting world to me and brings up lots of submissive scenes to write about. Though I’d feel a little like a trespasser in this world I have considered writing there.

Perhaps my Commander and Chief should be a woman in her early 40s honestly elected by her country. When several months into her term of office something or someone causes a nation wide genital switch. She grows a penis and her male vice president suddenly has a vagina. Of course a change like that would bring on a new sexual revolution. Where would this brave new world go from here? Oh there are as many choices as there are cum shots from our newly born T-Girl pres. I might have to explore this delicious world further…after I wrap up my current book of course.

My Nympho T-Girl teaser

I LOVE Anasheya's work!
I LOVE Anasheya’s work!

In no way will this post meet all of the little things I’m supposed to do for a great post. I’m posting Anasheya’s preliminary cover art for my next book and an unedited excerpt from it. I hope you enjoy this little tease.

I knocked on the door and again got the call from inside. Evidently she didn’t feel a need to be sure it was me at the door. I went in and called out,

“Rachel?”

“In the den!” A strained voice came from deeper within. I walked toward the den. On the way through the kitchen I saw carry out bags from Romano’s, the little Italian place on the corner a couple of blocks away. The food smelled wonderful and my stomach grumbled in hopes that it could over rule my other needs. No way was that happening. I entered the den and found Rachel lying on the leather sofa. Hand pumping furiously in her lap. Red faced she looked up at me and said,

“Thank God! Come over here and take over for me.” She had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing an open necked gray tee shirt that let one very sexy shoulder hang out. There were some shorts or something on the floor, but I was more interested in the fact that I couldn’t see a bra strap. She sat up and I sat down on her right so I could reach across her and use my right hand. Her cock was hard and shiny from the liberal amount of lubrication she had applied. I wrapped my hand around her straining member and if felt like I was gripping a thick hunk of steel encased in soft hot skin. “MMMMMMMMM…that feels wonderful! It always feels so much better when someone else does it.” She hooked her right leg over my left knee and scooted her butt closer to the edge. My thumb and forefinger barely met around her, but my bigger hand was doing a better job of getting around her girth than her petite one. I gripped her at the base and a couple of inches or so protruded from my hand. I stroked up and let my fingers follow the contour in around the smaller head of her penis. My hand was lubed pretty good, but not as slippery as hers had been so there was more friction. “That feels incredible! I always use too much oil. It feels so good, but makes it hard to get enough friction sometimes.” She pushed her head back into the soft cushion on the sofa as she watched my hand hungrily. “Guys always do this better than girls. It’s familiarity with the equipment I suppose.” She quipped as my hand went up over her head and back down along the shaft in steady strokes. I kept the pressure on, but not too much. I wanted to make it last for her. She squirmed, panting and groaning under my ministrations, lost in a cloud of euphoric lust. She licked her lips and would occasionally speak little words of encouragement. “Oh yea…that’s it…yea, just like that…maybe a little tighter…c’mon don’t tease me…I’m going to cum soon…your hand feels so damn good!” I’m caught up in her. Mesmerized by her. Her voice, her body, her aura of power and her cock. I could see her nipples showing through the tee shirt so I reached up to take the nearest one between my fingertips and roll it inside the cloth. I pulled it out toward me and also pull a moan of intense pleasure from Rachel. I got another grip and squeezed the whole breast, feeling the nipple poke into the palm of my hand, the breast is soft and as realistic as any I’ve ever felt. A woman’s breast. Her hips thrust up to meet my down stroke and she is panting with desire. I think she’s going to explode all over the place any second when she says.

“Get those pants off. I want to come inside of you. No more waiting.” She pawed at my belt, but was so horny that she was almost delirious and couldn’t get it apart. I released her nipple and prick to remove my pants. “No! Don’t let go!”

“I have to if I’m going to get my pants off!”

“I know, I know! Just hurry up!” I got my belt and pants undone and before I could get up she popped up off the couch and grabbed my pants and yanked. After a couple of tires I was almost off on the floor when she got them off me and threw them behind her without a glance. Rachel grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my belly before she pounced on me. I got glimpses of her cock bobbing around as she got into position over my ass. She grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them apart for easy access. Aiming with her hips she lined up the tip and pushed it against my hole. It didn’t exactly slide right in though. A frustrated ‘Uh’ escaped Rachel as she worked and pushed. She was whimpering as she tried to hold off her orgasm till she could be inside me, but it didn’t work. With the tip pressed against my sphincter she exploded. Some shot into me and I felt some land on my back and ass cheeks. Rachel grunted and groaned as she came. When she was finished she said,

“Well that didn’t exactly work out how I planned it, but any orgasm beats no orgasm. Markus, if we’re going to be dating you’re going to have to learn to accommodate me without so much work.” Her prick was still hard and ready so she pushed harder and I groaned in pain and I tried to scoot away from her. She kept the pressure up by following me until I was trapped in the corner of the couch by the arm rest. She scrabbled for purchase with her legs and pushed harder. I was gritting my teeth when the extra lubrication of her cum finally allowed her to force me open far enough to accept her. Her hips thumped into my butt cheeks to make a slapping noise. Without hesitation she started to hump me in total abandon. Even though she had just cum she was still terribly horny and in that position we looked just like a couple of dogs the way she was going at me. It took a little while, but she eventually made several hard hunches, hips coming forward, her chin digging into the top of my shoulder as she exploded and dumped all of this load inside me. There were a couple more, involuntary jerks as she expelled the last squirts from her hard cock. She stayed inside me, breathing hard and I could feel her heart beating against her ribs. Once again I hadn’t come and I was still horny so I clamped down on her with my sphincter. That got a response.

“Mmmmm…that’s it baby. Milk me. Keep me hard. I can go again. Not only can I go again, but I want to. This time I’ll make sure you join me.”

I was up on my knees when she reached around behind her and grabbed my aching member. She started to roll her hips instead of thrusting. It was more of a grinding motion as she gripped and stroked my prick. Her hand was still slippery from her working her own cock earlier and with each stoke she made my guts churn with her cock. I was delirious and within minutes she pushed me over the top. I cried out into the corner of the couch as she milked an incredible orgasm out of my body and onto the leather cushion.

“OH Rachel! OH Hell! Shiiiit….Fuuuuck! UGH, Uuuuuugh!!!” 

“You liked that, didn’t you. My hard cock balls deep in your ass while I milk your little boy dick. You loved it. Just wait till I do it when you can watch me. When you get to look in my eyes and know that I own your orgasms and when I give one out it is going to be worth the wait. You see, I’ve found that a man who is horny is much more willing to do what I want. Because of this I’m going to control your orgasms. I will guarantee that when you have one it will be toe curling intense. Can you do it? Can you give me control?” I turned my head to talk over my shoulder,

“Well…I don’t know. I mean…I like to orgasm when I’m horny and all.” She pulled my face around farther and kissed me as she worked her hips causing her still stiff rod to rotate inside me. It hurt a little and felt wonderful all at the same time. I gasped and my sphincter clamped down on her again.

“That’s it. You like me inside you. You want to be my boyfriend. Don’t you?”  I whispered,

“Yes.”

“So you’re going to let me have control of your orgasms. Right?” I was lost in her. Impaled on her thick womanhood I would have agreed to anything. Again I answered,

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I know you just came and your hormones have dropped off so this is not going to be as much fun for you, but I’m going to have one more orgasm.”

With that statement she started to fuck me. And that was exactly what it was. A fuck. It was all about her getting off and I was just a living, breathing hole to cum in. It took her awhile and the whole time I was feeling used. She grunted and groaned and finally pumped her third orgasm into my ass. She didn’t linger at all after she was finished. Rachel simply got up off of me and with a slap on the ass said,

“Thanks Markus. This has been the best day I’ve had in quite a while. Bathroom’s down the hall. I expect you might need to use it. If you have time you’re welcome to get a shower if you want. When do you need to be at work?”

Work! Oh hell! I’d forgot all about that! I looked at the wall clock and groaned.

“Son-of-a-bitch! Ten minutes ago!” I leapt up off of the couch and started to throw on my clothes as quick as possible. Rachel said,

“I’ll go get you some food take with you.”

She left the room and as I was buckling my belt I could feel a little of her cum leaking out of my ass. Great. I pulled out my phone and there was the text asking where in the hell I was. I shot back that I was having car problems and was on my way. Stuffed it back in my pocket and headed out. As I went through the kitchen a smiling Rachel handed me a brown paper bag.

“I’m really sorry I made you late for work, but this has truly been one of the best days I’ve had in ages!” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Could you be here by 8 in the morning?”

“Sure, I guess. Why?”

“I’m a horny girl Markus. Why do you think?” It only took a second.

“Oh. Oh, sure. I’ll be here.”

“Good. I’m counting on it.” Rachel pushed a key into the palm of my hand. “See you then.”

With that she gave me a swat on my cum greased ass and sent me out the door. It was going to be a long night at work.

Foxy Angel’s Look

The look. We’ve all seen it in a picture or a video clip. It’s that moment where a hot T-Girl looks through the camera lens and into you heart….or maybe straight into your soul. For me no T-Woman in the world was ever better at it than Foxy Angel. My muse and reason for ever putting finger to key. I could fill five pages with stills of her smoldering looks into the camera. I liked T-Girls before I found her, but she fits my fantasy perfectly.

Foxy blog picTake this look for instance. The confidence that Angel exudes in this look absolutely melts me. Reclining on her elbow, golden tresses cascading around her breasts and shoulders. Everyone is in their proper place. She is smugly superior with her erect and throbbing cock in his very willing mouth. Angel’s look into the camera says ‘I know you wish you were in his place’ and totally reinforces that this is how it’s supposed to be and for a sub like me, well whom I to argue?

Of course this isn’t Angel’s only look. She has the ‘I’m having a whole lotta fun doing this’ look too.pic03 Angel for blog Please see the example below. She looks like she is genuinely having fun and that is a whole different kind of turn on and maybe even a bigger one. Because a sub like me wants to give the woman they are with pleasure and fun. And if she’s having fun sticking her hard cock in my mouth that is the icing on the cake!!!

 

And just in case you were wondering, Angel’s great looks into the camera don’t stop when the sucking stops. They also apply to when she is balls deep in some lucky guy. Below she has doubled down on the looks. She is having fun and that confidence is showing through again. She knows that you want to have her doing that to you. She knows that you want to give yourself to her and provide her with the pleasure of an intense orgasm. At least that is what I see when she is looking at me through that camera lens. And to have that incredible smile shining down on me while I give her everything I have to offer would be a dream come true.

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Shemale Bride on a Mission

I’ve always had a weakness for a shemale bride. I mean, come on! How hot would it be for your new bride to be a shemale?! Standing there beside her giving your vows, ‘Richer or poorer’, ‘Sickness and health’,  and of course ‘Honor and obey until death do you part’. That sounds very binding and permanent.

Shemale Bride on a mission
Shemale Bride on a mission

Now imagine saying those vows to this incredible shemale bride. Would you honor and obey her until death do you part? I say, hell yea! She is everything I could wish for and I think her intentions are perfectly clear. She is eager to consummate this marriage and take the final step to making the man she loves completely hers. She is going to fill him up with her special shemale bride kind of love and he’s pulling of his pants more than willing to receive it.

My guess is that he would be receiving lots of shemale bride love during the honeymoon. She’d probably step up behind him at the balcony of their hotel as he’s looking at the ocean. She’d get all excited and slip into him. Then she’d tell him how happy she is. Throbbing inside him she whispers in his ear “Oh honey, you are going to be the best husband ever! I’ve only dreamed that it could be this great!”

Then after the honeymoon she would go from being the horny shemale bride to the insatiable shemale wife. Hanging out with his friends would become tough because she would be telling him “Come on honey, I’m ready to go home so we can have some alone time.” There’d be cat calls from the group, but if one of them was observant enough, they just might spy that bulge in her jeans that says she’s going to take him home and rock his world. Which is why he married her in the first place.

I pulled this screen shot from a www.shemaleweddings.com video because it makes me want to write a wedding scene and it’s great fodder for a little alone time of my own. You should really watch the whole video if you get the chance, though in my opinion this shot and the minute or so prior are the best parts. She is super sexy, rubbing that hard on between his legs as she kisses on him and helps him undress. I wish I had the whole thing here to share. I would love to have Ferro Network as a sponsor because I love their work. I just wish I could speak Spanish.