Your lips are so sweet. The touch of your soft body against mine, intoxicating. I pull you a little closer, my hands roaming greedily but gently. One slips up under your loose shirt, prompting a slight whimper as it finds a bare breast beneath, full and heavy. Even my large hand can’t cup it fully, but I give it my best shot, feeling the firm nub of your nipple against my palm.

I kiss you with renewed desire as you tremble slightly, hoping to reassure you. With you sitting in my lap like this, your body delightfully twisted in my arms, I can feel every shiver and twitch as we melt into each other. There’s no way you can’t feel how hard I am, your plush ass grinding into my crotch as it is. I run my free hand down your exposed belly, boldly heading south. Your core tenses up. Just nerves, I presume. We haven’t pushed it this far before. My fingers touch the waistband of your shorts, and--

“Stop! Time out!” you sputter, hastily breaking our liplock and rolling off my lap.

“Sorry! Sorry,” I say quickly, raising my hands in apology. “Too much, too fast. I get it.”

“N-no,” you say quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. “It’s not that. I want to, I do. It’s just…” You’re curled into the corner of the sofa now, knees drawn up to your chest in a reflexively defensive stance.

The (large) part of my brain that’s still raging with hormones appreciates the way this pose emphasises the thickness of your almost-bare thighs, but I push that aside for now to focus on what’s more important. It’s true that we haven’t had sex yet, and it’s true that that’s been frustrating for me, but the last thing I want to do is torpedo this burgeoning relationship by being too pushy. I’m really starting to like you, after all. “It’s fine,” I say, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. “We’ll do things at your pace. You said you didn’t have a lot of experience, so… well, I get it. Neither do I.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling. Your eyes glimmer with nervous tears, as yet unshed. When you speak, your voice is unsteady. “I… never told you why I’m inexperienced, but I think I probably should. It’s a little… no, well, a lot embarrassing.”

Frowning slightly, I move in beside you again - now that I’m sure I didn’t make you mad - and put an arm around you, gently placing your head on my shoulder as I stroke your hair. “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me anything, but you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

For a moment, you look like you’re going to take the easy exit I offered. Your lip trembles, but instead you take a deep gulp of air. “Promise you won’t hate me!”

Now my head is reeling. What could you possibly have to confess to that would make you this worried? “Of course not,” I murmur, awkwardly wrapping my other arm around you. “Babe, I could never hate you.”

You smile weakly. “This could be a dealbreaker, though,” you confess, causing my heart to sink into my stomach. “It is for a lot of people, and I-” You break off, sniffing and blinking back tears.

As if I hadn’t realised already, this really drives home the sincerity with which you’re approaching me right now. I duck in close and plant a kiss on your lips. “Breathe,” I remind you, and you take a big, shuddering breath. I unwittingly hold mine as you look me in the eyes, reminding me uncomfortably of a cornered animal with nowhere to go.

“....I have a dick!” you blurt out, then your eyes go as wide as saucers as your brain catches up with your mouth.

My own brain slows to a crawl. ....Huh? “You mean you’re… trans?” I venture blankly. It doesn’t seem likely, what with how curvy and full-figured your body is, but I suppose stranger things have happened.

“No!” you squeak, flushing red right up to your ears. “It’s different. Worse? I don’t know! I’m… a freak. I have both, ever since birth. I don’t know why. Everything about me is one hundred percent female, except I have this freaking... “ You stumble over the words for a second, as if unable to articulate it properly now that the words are pouring out. “...This cock and balls on me! And every time someone finds out, they don’t want anything to do with me! I understand, it’s disgusting, but it’s not like I want to peg you with it or anything -- I just want to be a normal girl and have a boyfriend and… you know. Normally!” The tears are flowing freely now, and although you sound distraught, there’s a sense of relief in you too, of finally taking a load off your shoulders and leaving it up to…

Me. With a start, I realise the ball is in my court now. My mind starts whirring, but the calculation is surprisingly simple.

I really like this girl. That’s a constant.

This girl has a penis, but also a vagina that she’d rather use. Convenient, since I don’t really want anything going up my butt.

Otherwise, I’m not really cock-shy. In fact, imagining what we could do with it is starting to get me a little excited.

“Okay,” I say simply.

Your eyes go even wider, if that were even possible. Even red from crying, they’re beautiful. “Wh-what do you mean ‘Okay’?” you ask, suspicion tinged with disbelieving hope in your voice.

“I mean…” Words fail me. “Ah, fuck it.”

I pull you onto my lap again - facing me this time - and kiss you, hard. Your hair forms a loose curtain around my face as I wrap my hands around your waist and pull your body closer to mine. I’m prepared to not take no for an answer, but you don’t resist. Hesitantly, as if just daring to imagine, you take my face in your hands and return the kiss, your lips parting and our hot breath mingling. Feeling bold - and desperately needing to convey the strength of my convictions - I slip my tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss, communicating ardent desire without words.

But it’s not enough. The message has to be clear. Clear and unambiguous. Reaching down again, I quickly slip my right hand under your elastic waistband, searching for what I know to be there.

It isn’t hard to find. A powerful heat radiates from it, a not-insignificantly-sized bulge in your cotton panties, right where a man’s would be. Without hesitation, I clamp my hand over it. Your eyes snap open wide with panic as you let out a strangled squeal of surprise, but I’m already distracted. It’s even hotter than I thought. Is mine like that? A living, straining lump of flesh that aches for freedom and release.

In that instant, I know. Even though you made a big deal over wanting to use your female parts, this cock has other ideas. I begin to stroke it through the fabric, feeling it grow even harder as I release your mouth and begin to kiss my way down your jaw, raising you up in my lap to get better access.

“What are you doing?” you whimper, kiss-drunk but still on edge.

“Giving every single part of you the loving it deserves,” is my answer, a soft growl into the curve of your neck.

“Oh,” you say breathily.

“You ever do this to yourself?” I venture as I continue to massage your shaft. Your hips rock gently against me.

“No! Well… maybe. A little bit,” you confess, flushing red again. “B-but never like thissss!” you hiss, clenching my shoulders with your fingers now. The sound of your unsteady voice is music to my ears.

I can’t take this any longer. A faint wet spot seems to be appearing in your underwear, though I’m not sure you’re in any position to notice. I wrestle my hand underneath the flimsy fabric, finally able to wrap my hand around your shaft good and proper. The position is awkward, but I still do my best to stroke you up and down, feeling the raw heat of your cock in my hand.

“Haaaaauuuuuuuummgghh!” you groan eloquently into my ear, almost causing my own cock to burst through my pants.

“Cum for me,” I whisper, my voice sharp.

“What?” you squeak, your distracted voice an octave higher than usual.

“I want to feel you cum, baby.” I can already feel hot precum lubricating my hand as I stroke and squeeze your shaft.

“S’gonna…. hah… dirty!” you mumble, only semi-coherent. “Your hand! Lotta cum… please!”

I trail my lips back up to meet yours, your kisses just as wild and sloppy as your words now. I twist to bite gently at your earlobe, growling, “I would like nothing more.” I increase my pace, revelling in the contrast between your thick, hard, masculine cock and the delightful feminine curves of your body, melting into mine as I beg you to cum for me. Your full breasts press into my chest and it’s all I can do not to blow my own load as you hump your cock against my hand, now fully lost in the moment.

Your breathing grows more and more erratic. Panting becomes gasping, gasping becomes moaning, sweet vocalisations that drive me wild as I roll my hand up and down your thick girlcock. “I’m… sorry!” you wail. “I’ve never…. Hnnggghh, felt like this before! I can’t- it’s gonna be so bigaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

With a final, shattering convulsion, your cock erupts in my hand, spurting hot, sticky cum in quantities I didn’t think humanly possible. In the confined space between us, it coats my hand and soaks your panties, floods of cum pumping through your cock as I keep a tight grip and feel every last spasm.

We’re both gasping for air now, deep, shuddering breaths as we come down off the high. You try to apologise again, but I seal your lips with a kiss. “Don’t apologise for being you,” I manage to mumble as you shakily return the gesture. My free hand comes up to stroke the side of your face. “Besides, that was really kinda fucking hot.”

I pull back just a little bit, taking in everything from the tears still brimming in your eyes to the beads of sweat on your brow to the quivering lower lip. Your expression looks as if every emotion in the world just slammed into you at once with the force of an eighteen-wheeler, and I don’t blame you.

I lick my lips. “We gotta get you cleaned up.”

Damn son, there we go. Got a bit carried away writing this one, oopsie. Regardless, roleplay messages do NOT have to be even close to this length. I took control of both characters here, but in a back-and-forth obviously things will work differently.

Speaking of, I left a lot of details about your character up to you. I’m preferably looking for someone on the soft and curvy side, and a little bit shy for obvious reasons, but beyond that it’s your call. Whatever kind of personality, fashion/style, body you like.

Kinkwise, I think most of them should be pretty self-evident. As mentioned, not looking to get pegged. It’s essentially an M4F prompt with some extra equipment. I like my girlcocks realistically large and producing unrealistic amounts of cum. Balls were mentioned in the prompt, but you can skip them if you really need to. Anything you want to bring, let me know. I’ll at least hear you out if you have other kinks you want to include, as I’m pretty open. Limits are your usual toilet, animals, heavy BDSM, any pain more severe than a good spanking, and butt stuff.

(reposting because I screwed up the tag)