reembodied @reembodied@mastodon.social

*types up reflection on recent chat interactions with a really cool, engaged, fascinating, and beautiful woman I've gone on a couple dates with recently*

*realizes she may soonish encounter this account, cause I pointed her toward my main acct and it links here*

O.O

oh no

Good night Mastodon!

Enjoy this little bit of #MornHorn I wrote this morning :P gonna stop there, no need to talk about what happens next.

(Ok but seriously tho, when can I go down on somebody next cause lordy please Jesus I am thirsty af)

#erotica #mastowrite #mastobate lol

(I've only ever dated she/her pronoun users, sorry-at least I tried to keep the rest reasonably body-configuration-independent, feel free to let me know if there is something I could do better)

Holding her in place with my hips as our lips break for a moment; Her shirt coming off in a hasty mess, fingers through hair on scalp as my hand slides up behind her head, wild claws down the delicious curves of her as my hot breath and sharp neck bites pull her breathing ragged with want.

I lose myself in moments like these- my knees hitting the floor as long fingers and a ravenous mouth explore her, with tip of tongue I tease as her pleading hands push me down to her desperate need...

I miss pinning [a friend] against the wall with my long forearm across her shoulders, teeth and lips alternately spoiling and ravishing her neck as pants are hastily undone single-handedly, the sight of heaving chest and straining hungry lips as her pants finally part. My free hand quickly playing at her inner upper thigh, her lips parting further as electric want rushes from that first contact, fingers tantalizingly close, only to stroke away down her thigh as she pleads with impatience,

Attempting the following for the whole "fuck str8d8ing norms" portion of dating profiles:

"Hetcis dating norms are really crap for women and ND men, so instead of inaccessible hints and 'making a move', I will never do anything you don't clearly and unambiguously initiate, request, or do."

I do genuinely mean this as a question about str8d8ing, as I really do not know how to, without being weird, say, "I know in cishet relationships I, as the male, am 'supposed' to 'pick up on subtle cues' and 'make the first move' toward a relationship involving physical interaction at all, and am explicitly choosing to reject that because due to surrounding power dynamics I do not feel that I can trust the response, so if you have interest in me in that way, you will need to act on it instead."

What an easy way to indicate non-creepily that "I've had consent-related experiences which leave me wary of how hard saying no is when the answer is not quite yes, particularly in cishet interactions for women to do that to a guy who has 'made the first move', and therefore between my own blindness and fear of overstepping

I will never signal interest in IRL sex/physical interactions unless the woman I'm seeing makes an unambiguous self-initiated first move on the scale of a damn kiss."
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Boosted cause several events this week have involved somebody I know IRL being attracted to me or me being attracted to them and my ability to think or speak or do anything just totally disappears cause I get petrified.

Really quite inconvenient, cause it likely only ever signals disinterest or discomfort. If somebody was very forward with me, I'd be receptive and respond, but this whole flirting/hinting shit leaves me 100% paralyzed.

hiya #introductions take-3!
I'm the “corporeal” account of @twryst, containing:
- loads of short fluff writing!
- my erotica/kink writing!
- my questioning of my sexuality,
- prodding at my body dysphoria
- exploring what my meatspace aesthetic might become once I start making changes (both superficial and functional)

Expect cuddles, self-alienation, d/s play, future cyberpunkish non-ableist transhumanist fashion, shapelessness, odd metaphors, and babbling incoherence. Also horn.

Current status: horn

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Ok fucking seriously, not joking

Is there porn, but of platonic physical intimacy rather than fucking?? Give me video fluff!!

9 times out of 10 that's more what I'm looking for!

*remembers this account exists because 5 months ago somebody's toot inspired me to write cyberpunk tumblresque erotica*

heh

Sry for this being pretty vag-centric. I hope this wasn't too alienating for anybody, (obvs I can take it down upon request).
I only have experience with cis women with vaginas, so it's all I know how to write. Sorry.

Her grip tightens, a second hand holding my head in place as her hips buck against my face; her cursing rising in pitch. My legs thrash as air runs low, but she's almost there as her thighs tighten against my ears

In a rush, her spasms stack into arythmic quaking, her hands push harder, and I run her between tongue and teeth till her thighs give out and her ass lands heavily on my chest; I gasp for air as she collapses forward to her elbows, her heaving core perfectly placed for a kiss.

Suddenly her fingers are in my mouth and I'm sloppily licking them, moaning deep as I revel in her taste, a new pair of fingers toying between us. Her fingers withdraw and I whine-

Her voice harsh, vicious with need, she orders me to shut up, stick out my tongue. Her weight lifts off, a hand roughly lifts my head, and within seconds my lips and tongue are voraciously searching, caressing, sucking at her, no time to breathe as I take out all my frustration and want on her, desperate to please

I'm begging her, use me, let me, please, anything- as her heavy breaths turn to growled swears; two fingers brace against me, channeling her hot wetness onto me as I struggle against the cuffs

I flex into her fingers, the rhythm of their strokes deliciously familiar, and she sits up, a palm on my chest to brace herself. Her rich voice teases me between moans, how bad do I want a taste, what would I do for it, do I like the mess she's making on me- as my back and body arch and spasm with want

With me tied all the way down, she's completely free to do as she wishes, using me however she wants
Her legs grip my chestsides, and she settles down to sit straddling my abs, I feel her wetness on my stomach and she leans down to whisper that I won't even get to see her orgasm first, my eyes grow huge under the blindfold as I feel a finger slide between my abs and her, hear her breath getting​ shallower, louder, straight in my ear as her knuckles push off me to better touch herself

As my ankles get wrapped in smooth cuffs, my body quakes, each brief contact with her thighs or hair making me pulse and strain. She teasingly caresses up the inside of my leg, ankle to knee, no higher, knowing my hyperactive imagination will fill in the rest for me. I gasp at her hungry chuckle, a plaything caught in a web; ragged desperate moans escape me as her very nailtips trace down my chest

She *knows* how touch-starved I am, and she's clearly having her fun with me

Ugh fuck I want to be suddenly pinned in this bed by my shoulders, have my head turned aside and be teased, earlobe nibbled, wrists joined above my head and tied to this bar, neck bitten as her weight rests straddling my chest, my vision blocked with a thick blindfold

I'd tremble, whimpering with anticipation, as legs side down against my bodysides, lips parting eagerly as long hair plays on my chest, my mind's eye a salacious superposition of the myriad ways she might be admiring me