Transsexual Female / 30
A Fae Surrenders
I’ve been single for a few years. I took a lot of time to heal from my past relationship, I’ve been hurt a lot. I am ready to experience being thunderfucked by a bodybuilder. I want it. I want to be ravenously taken by a man who is powerful, and animalistic. I want to feel deep, throbbing sexual healing from a man’s cock. I want to feel taken, I want to feel dominated. I want to experience surrender to a power greater than my own. I want to feel like a helpless woodland creature being pinned up against the forces of the earth by a primal, bullish beast possessed by carnal infatuation to make me moan and whimper to the rhythm of his earthquake inducing dick. I’m starved. I’ve been so picky, I need a man who’s sturdy enough, who can worship my cock and be proud of it. I want to feel a man confident in his attraction to me as a trans girl. I feel like this feminine, otherworldly fae that needs to be grounded by the magnetic power of masculinity. I want to suck on his hard nipples of his bulging pecs while I ride his proud cock as he moans, I want him to lovingly tease me with his precum over my nipples and trembling lips. I want him to stroke my cock and tell me everything I mean to him. I want him to caress my face gently and tenderly as I worship his girthy dick. I want him to be playful with my nervousness. When I feel scared and unsure I want him to pin me down, bite my neck and remind me I’m his.
I’ve waited so long and I need to get fucked so hard I forget my name. I want to forget time and feel I’ve been teleported to an ancient story. I’m asking for sexual healing from the power of a man who wields his masculinity with his cultivated body. I need a muscle bull to unlock my coyishness, to break through my body freezing up. I need a muscular man to arrest me with his desire. I want to surrender my fear, my insecurities, my feelings of brokenness to a man built like a herculean minotaur, to accept the inevitability of him bringing me to enrapturous ecstasy by the sacredness of my body. I want to give myself up to be worshipped by a man who’s powerful enough.
I’ve waited so long and I need to get fucked so hard I forget my name. I want to forget time and feel I’ve been teleported to an ancient story. I’m asking for sexual healing from the power of a man who wields his masculinity with his cultivated body. I need a muscle bull to unlock my coyishness, to break through my body freezing up. I need a muscular man to arrest me with his desire. I want to surrender my fear, my insecurities, my feelings of brokenness to a man built like a herculean minotaur, to accept the inevitability of him bringing me to enrapturous ecstasy by the sacredness of my body. I want to give myself up to be worshipped by a man who’s powerful enough.


