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.
He’d begged his wife for weeks to take that pill and she’d refused. Then one day she decided to surprise him…
She worked hard for us and I knew it. It was tough going to that dirty construction site day after day. Operating a huge bulldozer or the even larger excavator. She worked on a crew of rough and rowdy guys, but as a woman heavy equipment operator, she made way more money than I could dream of making at my fast food job. Carolanne is a pretty woman and the guys were hitting on her from the very first day, but she’s tough. Growing up the only girl in a family of boys made her assertive and bossy and willing to stand toe to toe with any guy. I love that about her. I never have to guess at what she wants, she just tells me.
After two weeks on the job, she stopped in a local sex shop with some money from her first paycheck and bought a top of the line, 8 inch strapon dildo. She put it on at the shop and wore it home. When she got there she told me she was going to fuck me with it. I wasn’t too excited about having that big thing up my ass, but her assertiveness won out and it turned into the best sex we’d ever had. The thing had some kind of vibrator built into it that buzzed her clit and the harder she pounded me the more intensely it buzzed her. She fucked like a wild woman! Gripping me, moving me, thrusting and pounding me harder and better than any porn stud I’d ever watched on line.
The next morning, when she came out for breakfast, she was wearing the strapon under her jeans. The look in her eyes was defiant and strong, and her confidence was reflected in the set of her jaw. Her dick’s long, hard intent embossed the fabric along the inside of her left thigh. I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she made it clear, now the guys on her crew would leave her the fuck alone. When I protested about what it would make them think about me, she only patted my cheek and told me not to worry, she’d tell them I could take it like a man.
After a few days of awkwardness the guys on her crew began to show her a new type of respect. Soon they were including her in their manly jokes about going home after a long day and giving it hard to the ‘little woman’. It used to embarrass me when she would come home and tell me about those comments, but the light in her eyes showed those comments only enflamed her. She liked what they inferred.
Six months have come and gone. Now she wears her dick 24/7. To work, to the grocery, out to dinner, she even wears it when we go to church. I tried to say something once and she just laughed and told me if I get to wear mine all the time, she can wear her’s all the time. I couldn’t really argue with that, but at least mine isn’t always hard, always so obvious.
Carolanne came home from work yesterday, all sweaty and dusty. She tossed her paycheck on the table. I glanced at it. She got another raise. Third one since she started. She said,
“Get me a beer and get undressed.” This had recently become a common request. As I did as I was told, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled out her always ready, always hard dick. I handed her the beer and she ordered. “Lube me up.” I sank to my knees before my wife’s magnificent dick and took her in my mouth. She pushed forward and I heard the familiar buzz and a low moan from her throat. The moan was music to my ears. When I looked up, her flannel shirt was partially unbuttoned and her pushup bra cupped slightly sloshing breasts as her hips pumped her dick in my mouth. She didn’t make eye contact, just took a big swig of her beer and enjoyed the ride. It flashed through my mind that it could be any guys mouth and she would be just as happy, but I focused on how lucky I was that it was my mouth. I slobbered and sucked her like I the goddess she is, running my hands over her dusty thighs, feeling the muscles inside the jeans that had worked so hard for us today. She drained the beer and set the bottle on the table with an empty klunk.
“Get me another and get against the wall.” I rose from the floor and fetched Carolanne a fresh beer, opened it on the way back and handed it to her as I passed, headed to the wall to assume the position. “Open it up for me.” I reached back, pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to relax my hole for her. The cool wet tip slid into me with practiced ease. Her free hand shoved my head against the wall as she proceeded to shove her dick all the way in, rolling up on her toes as her abs contracted, pulling her hips forward hard. Her dick buzzed furiously and she moaned as the stress of the day began to melt away. She fucked me. Grinding out her needs and drinking her beer. The alcohol and endorphins created a heady mix in her blood stream which resulted in ever greater thrusts from her strong hips. The first orgasm always came quickly. She ground against my ass as the waves of euphoric pleasure washed the day from her tired body and moans of release filled the kitchen.
She emptied her beer in one long draw, pulled out and slapped my ass. “Get me another.” I did. Knowing full well that she was nowhere near finished. I came back and assumed the position once again. Carolanne slid back into me, took a swig of her beer and said, “This is all I need to be happy, a cold beer and your ass.”
That Carolanne, she’s such a romantic.
I’m thinking about taking that yoga class in the park now…
This is not my work, but I love it and wanted to share it.