I looked in the mirror. Fuck, I looked gorgeous. My makeup was on point. My lips were plump, painted, and they glitter in the light. My body was encased in a sexy outfit, accentuating all of the curves I’d spent months working out for. It started with sissy porn - ‘hypnos’, ‘captions’… all just a silly, little harmless fetish, right?

Apparently not. The fetish grew deeper, and my boundaries started to blur. I shaved my body. I grew my hair out, I learnt how to walk in heels, and my workout regimen began to shift - from wanting toned arms a pair of broad shoulders to a smooth midriff and a juicy ass instead.

Then I downloaded Grindr. I talked to him for a couple of weeks, but I could never bring myself to actually meet him - even after all those hours of exchanging the dirtiest, hungriest sexts.

But today, something was different. Today, I was in an elevator, going up to his apartment. It dinged, and the door opened. #17-01… just down the hall, on the right.

I took a deep breath, and rang his bell, a deep, twisted knot of excitement in the pit of my belly. The door opened, he pulled me in, and I dropped to my knees almost instantly. I was hungry. I still wanted to feel my first cock between my lips. I still wanted to be a woman. I still wanted to feel used.

Unfortunately for me, that changes at some point in this encounter. Whether that’s when he first slides himself into me, when he starts roughly mouthfucking me right after being in my ass, when he’s manhandling me and tossing me around, or the moment I accidentally cum under him when he’s far from done with my tiny asshole - it’s going to happen at some point, and the idea of being in that scarily vulnerable position with all that self-hate and guilt? Fuck, it’s hot.

If this scenario piques your interest at all, I’d love to talk it out with you, maybe even RP it! All genders and orientations are welcome, and feel absolutely free to suggest a creative spin to the scenario if you’ve got one in mind :)