Anyone whose ever subscribed to my reddit accounts knows that I’m too horny for my own good. I’ve been this way even before I transitioned to womanhood. I was the kind of guy who masturbated a few times a day (which worked out really well when I became a chaote) and I prayed for it to be lessened with hormones. When they hit I found myself lit like a fire from head to toe. My breasts began to bud and my nipples puffed out, which I always had a fetish for on the girls that I dated. I would lay in bed on my side and run my hands up and down my body to imagine what it would feel like to have a partner rub me before sliding their fingers into my ass. My nerves were so sensitive that when I’d sit at work and find the slightest sensation brushing against my nipples would send shivers through my whole body, making my toes curl and the newly softed skin on my legs would tease my clit as it hardened in my pants. Agony was every day that I couldn’t keep my clit slowly dripping as my cum thinned from the milky white to a clearer fluid and it sweetened.
Any time I was aroused I would leak into my panties and leave large spots on my dresses and even ran down my legs. I felt like a true slut when I realised the hormones had backfired. My sex drive was now twice as demanding and wouldn’t be fed with just taking the time to cum before bed twice. Acting out for attention was easy when I burned for even the slightest touch. I started uploading pictures when I was still drinking to let my confidence slowly build. The first person I let talk me into freeing my body was my ex spouse.
Early afternoon I sat in bed on the phone, moaning and begging as they ordered me to spread for them, to stroke each part of my new body with wetted fingers, and let cries of ecstasy pull me into a shaking, screaming orgasm. Nothing had felt like that before. My body clenched and pulled from the inside at my fingers, my clit leaked for three hours no matter how much I licked clean from the hand that furiously stroked my clit. The pain and pleasure mixed together to create a hunger to be used. My breasts were needy toys now, with smacks from a paddle and flogger helping the moans escape, leaving my clit to twitch and tremble when it wracked my body.
My sex drive was now a museum of bruises I’d inflict just to get that feeling of someone who would pull my hair, push my face into the bed, and pound me like a good girl. I ached to be told I was good while being used for what I was sure was how I was made to do. It only worsened, and the first time I swallowed the hard cock of a friend I had on and off dated for the last few years, his musk overpowered me. It didn’t matter how hairy he was, or even if he was fully clean for the day, my head would be forced by my hormones to find the base of his cock and feel him twitch into my throat. I savored every drop of cum from him, nectar of the gods to my wet hole.
Years passed like that but it was never enough. My ex spouse would pound me with a toy, but I only wanted more. We had an open relationship and every boy I got my hands on would get worshipped on every inch of their cock, smearing cum loads on my breasts until I reeked of male cum. I was a toy to be used by anyone who wanted me, a girl who was only a year into hormones but bent over to draw the attention, even if they had to take it by force. I played around with the idea of baiting someone to use me on the street many time but never followed through.
Sexuality and work in the bdsm world became normal as I had ever been. If a person spends their life from age 6 unable to not think of any person sexually, willingly gives out favors, and has never had a body type for their partner, are they an addict or is something just wired differently? Anyone who isn’t underage has always driven this in me so long as they can consent. Ill praise my gods every day I never had that in me as well.
The term hypersexuality seems to overlap a few conditions that might be current with me, but was made known as Nympho through the porn circles. Regardless of biology, addiction, neurochemistry, a hypersexual is someone who either has an neverending drive or a much much higher libido than most out there. I suppose the best way I can describe it is, imagine you run a mile. Your friend runs the mile at the same pace, but can do it faster if they wanted to. After you both finish it they have a glass of water and then ask to run another. You agree and you both set off for it. By the end of the second one you’re tapped but they only take another drink and then keep running. They run it ten more times and finally rest. You ask them if theyre tired bit its more physical than mental. They take an hour to recover and then run five more miles. You go home and they ask you to pick them up in a bit. When you come get them they’ve clocked another 20 miles and say they’re done. They want to exercise more but their feet are too blistered to keep going. They will only stay off their feet until the very minute they can run again and then probably run the same amount if not more.
For me, this is how sex worked since childhood. It could be the ADHD, addiction, depression, trauma, a combination of that and biology, or just naturally like that. I’ve spent the last 20 years hating myself for it, and sex work including all of you people who are still hard and wet after the mile analogy are the ones who help. When I got sober my drive took another uptick, and we get to our most recent part of the story when I started progesterone for breast growth. Four years into hormones and I still get so hard my cock hurts to even touch.
I’ve spent hours filling my ass with my strapon and waiting to cum just from being fucked. The worst part about all of it is being unable to cum from penetration. Hormones give you a wide range of what an orgasm looks like, when someone fills me completely and my spot is thumped against I have mini orgasms where a thick drop or two of cum drips out. Theres also the emotional orgasm when your being put on the edge of it and your body worked up so each little thrust makes your head go even fuzzier and cum again may leak. The last is a sort of mental one, where someone has paid you so much attention and fucked you well, that you don’t even care about cumming anymore.
All of these are welcome, but now Ive had a taste of the real thing. I met the person you on my account know as my Daddy. The first time I met him we tried to fuck, and my mental state put a hold on it. In 5 years of sex work Ive never had a guy like him who cleaned me up, showered with me, smoked a cig with me, and stayed for hours to hold me and make it better. I was so embarrassed and offered him a date to apologize. He said no, but the next two days he checked on me.
We met up again and this time I had bought a popper and numbing boy butter. He watched eagerly as I filled my ass with it and worked his way inside. The downside to numbing lube is that he couldnt feel enough to cum, so he pushed my legs back so they pressed to my shoulders, a small ball of a trans girl wrapped around him and begging as he stretched out my pussy. The third time I finally was able to take him without the boy butter. We spent the whole day teasing and flirting so much, by the time he got into my house I had my tongue out and cleaning each inch of his cock. I soaked him in my spit and he forced me onto my hands and knees, finally pushing me down. He took a fistfull of my hair, and fucked me like a little doll until he came inside me. I whimpered as he pulled out, his cum dripping from me quickly. I fell asleep so happy and soaked in the smell of him.
Daddy was the first to ever get me there, riding him roughly with one hand pressed to his chest, the other beating my clit as a new feeling took over me. My legs shook like leaves, gripping his body tightly as I screamed out for him. I rocked myself his hard cock, letting the waves run through me fully until it was finished. He held me as I let out tears of relief that after almost a decade of waiting I finally felt it, and it was a guy I couldn’t have dreamed of being so perfect. Daddy works at least 6 days a week, and every time I tuck in for bed now I wiggle like at any moment Ill feel his tough hands grip my ass and spread me, his spit hitting my hole as his fingers push inside. I wake up grinding and dripping, daring not to touch my breasts. Daddy and I made rules for me to obey him, but he’s quickly learning I’m not great with rules and he’ll have to punish me. Thats a story for the next time. Just know if you made it to the end that I stroke and let my clit drip to every comment, every picture or cumshot any of you send me, and each time this all gets a little easier. Hope you enjoyed. Part two is on the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqegor/stress_relief_part_1_birth_of_a_trans_camgirl