♦ Where was I? Oh yes.
So, it’s hot to be a tomboy and it’s hot to be a girlboy.
I like being called a boy as he fucks me, sometimes. But that’s not all. And I’m not really sure if it was a sort of natural progression from the ‘liking being called a boy’ or whether it was from any number of other things, but let’s try and sort it out, shall we?
I want a cock.
To have a cock.
Not always. Just sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not transgendered, I don’t think I was born a boy in the wrong body. I don’t want to become one even though in many ways I am more like one. I like being a tomboy. I like being a girl who’s sexy but ‘one of the lads’.
I’d just like to borrow one. I’d really like to borrow one.
They’re fascinating! And they just look like they feel great. And even just thinking as I write this down I realise that this all far too complicated to fit into a blog post, particularly as I haven’t even formed these ideas fully yet myself.
Cock is…powerful.
I know, I know! It isn’t, it shouldn’t be, it’s a stereotype and I’m a repressed traitor. You do not need cock to dom. You do not need cock to fuck. You do not need cock to be like a force of frickin’ nature in bed.
And yet, and yet…
There’s something about it. I’m not sure I can grasp what either. It sort of snuck up on me. It doesn’t help that I suppose I’d never really seen a proper one before I lost my virginity to Fractal. For at least a week, although we were having sex fairly often (including about five times in one day, heheh) I was too nervous to touch his penis.
Once I had, I loved it. But even then I didn’t get to suck it until I came back from Japan almost six months later. I loved that too.
Penises are just an amazing piece of kit! Perhaps it’s because I don’t have one and I can’t know what it feels like, but I’ve always been fascinated.
When I discovered and accepted my bisexuality this took on a new side. I once or twice found myself thinking about doing things to girls and accidentally imagining sticking a penis I didn’t have into them. Split second images of impossible acts.
I started wishing I could have one so that I could use it on some luscious young lady.
My dreams agreed, showing me a wonderfully sexy scene of me and a very lovely blonde. Suddenly, part way through foreplay, I had a cock. Not a strap-on, a real live cock. And I fucked her with it. Deeply. Firmly.
I could feel everything. And when I came I could feel that too. And it felt good.
However, it wasn’t until an innocent bit of spooning, that I realised all I needed was a little imagination and a willing penis to get me off…
But that’s for next time. ♦
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March 16, 2009 at 10:03 pm
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March 17, 2009 at 4:25 pm
baggers123
Blacksilk, these have been two wonderfully arousing posts! I too have often wondered how it would feel if roles were reversed. It would be brilliant, if just once, I could be in a womans body, just to feel how it feels as a hard cock slides in and out of (my) pussy. Perhaps this is also why I have such an interest in getting fucked with a strap on? Interested to hear if anyone has an opinion on that!
March 17, 2009 at 7:42 pm
Blacksilk
Thanks very much, Baggers. I’m glad I managed to pique your interest with this, it’s very nice to know that this phenomenon goes both ways. Perhaps we’ll live long enough for the invention of ‘body tourism’, alongside all the jetpacks and meal pills we’ll certainly have.
I suppose in reality a strap-on is the closest either of us will come to trying sex on the other side of gender. I really must get me one of those :)
March 17, 2009 at 11:27 pm
Elle
You definitely should get a strap on! It’s hot ;)
March 18, 2009 at 6:46 pm
Blacksilk
Oh I plan to. And if there were weren’t such a mind-boggling number of factors to consider when buying one I probably would have done by now! Ideally I want one that Fractal can wear as well and DP me with. And then there’s the the different harness styles, sizes, all sorts!
Coupled with the fact that they aren’t cheap I want to think very carefully about it.
Plus we’re saving up for a Hitachi first anyway :P
April 5, 2009 at 1:16 am
Plenualfurl
Great site this blacksilk.wordpress.com and I am really pleased to see you have what I am actually looking for here and this this post is exactly what I am interested in. I shall be pleased to become a regular visitor :)
April 5, 2009 at 11:48 am
Blacksilk
Plenualfurl: Wow, given you seem to be a spambot advertising knock-off diggers I’m pretty surprised that what you were looking for all along turns out to be chicks with dicks.
But hey, what do I know? I’m sure once you become a real regular visitor you’ll prove me wrong….
April 26, 2009 at 6:16 pm
Pneumonica
As somebody who has recently identified as genderless, I rather enjoyed this post and its precursor. Interestingly, we have opposite dreams. ^^
Oh, and, in case you really needed the reinforcement, it isn’t uncommon (or gender-treason) to feel as you do. It’s sometimes called being “genderfluid”, and it pegs you as at least more normal than me. lol
Oh, and pardon the e-mail. I didn’t know if the system would publicize my e-mail – figuring out my actual e-mail address shouldn’t be too much of a toughie.
April 27, 2009 at 9:55 pm
Blacksilk
Pneumonica: Thanks so much for your comment, it’s a really interesting one. I wouldn’t really consider myself genderfluid as such, but I see what you mean. I still consider myself a girl, just a perhaps odd girl with rather a lot of boyishness.
Mind you, at the end of the day I guess these are all just words.
Either way, I’m glad you like the posts, I do still plan to do more of them. I have at least 2 that are part-written in my head :)
No worries about the email, either :)
May 16, 2009 at 12:16 am
Androgeny – Part 3 « Blacksilk’s Boudoir
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