Amuse-Bouche [BJ][BDSM][Deep throat]

Amuse Bouche

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

I clench my fists. For the tenth time, I draw my shoulder blades together and arch my back. I lift my face up to his. I can feel his breath on my face, but I can’t reach his lips.

“Dammit!” I groan. The kiss is out of my reach. My head hit the mattress with a disappointing thump.

“Giving up already?”

I grin. “No!”

I am pinned to the bed, hands above my head, with him hovering over me. I hoist myself up again with exhausted, aching muscles. I stick out my tongue, trying to lick his neck. I crave the taste of his sweat. He pulls back. “That’s cheating. I can’t allow that.”

He takes his right hand to the angle underneath my jaw. The heat singes my skin.

He bends my neck over the edge of the mattress. My eyes roll back into my head. Sharp teeth brushed my collar bone, dragged up my neck and closed over my Adam’s apple. Fireworks burst into view behind my eyelids. Consciousness fades.

One month on T [transgender] [FtM] [masturbation]

I had been watching his progress for weeks. I saw as his shoulders broadened, his calves thickened, and his forearms became ropey, with taut bands rippling under tight skin. I approach and look him in the eyes. Suddenly, the alienation snaps.

Hi. I’m Owen. I’ve been on T one month, and I recognize myself in the mirror.

Later, in the bathroom, I study my groin. My dick hangs down, visible even when I stand up straight. The folds of my foreskin obscure any hint of an opening. The head is only as big as a pencil eraser, but its size belies its incredible sensitivity. When I cross my legs, I risk losing touch with reality.

Hi. I’m Owen. I’ve been on T one month, and I have a cock.

I take my stroker out of its case. The soft elastomer clings to my fingers. I squeeze a blob of lube into the opening. I spread the skin around my cock aside, pushing it forward. The mouth of the stroker fits perfectly over my new growth.

Hi. I’m Owen, I’ve been on T one month, and I crave touch.

Help writing my first erotic story!

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to be writing my first erotic story. It’s already like 4000 words. It’s about me (27, FTM trans guy, pansexual) meeting my celebrity icon, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. He is openly pansexual, although he is married to a cis woman. He’s a big inspiration for the LGBTQ community for his song “Girls/Girls/Boys” which is about bisexuality. He gives fans a lot of material to work with for our fantasies. Regularly going toppless or in his boxers onstage, kissing his male band members on stage, the Girls/Girls/Boys video, periscoping while getting dressed etc. My story is titled “Girls/Girls/Bois”, referencing how some transmasculine folks refer to themselves as “bois”.

I’ve written most of the scenes leading up to the sexy part, except the balcony scene that gets into foreplay. I want to get some feedback on my writing, particularly on physical descriptions and my character’s visualizations of imaginary scenes. I want to make sure that I’ve set the scene well so that the reader gets a feel for the romantic ambiance of my settings, especially the bar where I proposition him and my hotel suite. I would especially like to hear form other queer writers. I don’t want to write my post here because I’m concerned people might copy it. If you want to help I can message you a PDF.