Author: Goth_Pasta

A Slice Of Christmas Heaven ([Lesbian], [Trans], [FF, FF, and FFF], [oral], [voyeur]

“Yes, we are about half way there…. well we weren’t going to buy plane tickets to save 6 hours of driving…. Because we don’t have an extra…. Ugh, don’t make it about that again…No I didn’t know he was going to be there, Jenny will not be happy… yeah, yeah, I know, keep the peace…. Alright, love you too Mom. Bye.” She hangs up the phone and I glance over to her.

Her head is leaning back against the seat, and her face is in a deep set frown. She brings a hand to her forehead and starts massaging her temples, fighting off the tension headache I am sure is forming. I hate seeing her like this, and how her family gets under her skin. She is amazing, and deserves so much better than this world is giving her.

I look back to the road and my hand slips from the steering wheel to her thigh, “I’m sorry baby, do you want to talk about it?” Read more »

Make Me Feel Better [Lesbian, TransFF, oral] [CW: Facial hair, dysphoria]

As I’m walking past the bathroom I hear her soft sobs. I pause in front of the door for a moment and listen. I confirm that the soft sounds were coming from my princess. I knock on the door and without waiting for a response I nudge it open to see my beautiful wife sitting on the floor. Her face is in her hands and back against the bathtub. *Oh baby girl.* I wordlessly sit besides her. My arm goes around her shoulder and she melts into my side. She clutches at my shirt, balling the cotton up in her fist. Her face hides in my neck as she weeps. I soothingly toy with her hair, twirling a single strand around my index finger. I start to rock us back and forth and hum. As her whimpers quiet I find myself filling the silence with a soft medley,

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” my voice is only a whisper as the words waft from my lips. Read more »

Mistress of the Night: Halloween inspired scene including a vampire and her pet [ds] [femdom] [tg]

Inky blackness and dead silence. Awareness slowly creeps into the void. He first becomes aware of himself. His bare back against cotton sheets, and his pulse drumming lightly in his ears. The rhythmic medley of his soft breathing is soon over powered by the babel of the world around him. Crickets chirping, frogs croaking, owls hooting and the slight creek of floor boards accompany the overpowering smell of sage.

The bed shifts and he feels the blanket get pulled down to his waist, exposing his soft chest to the cool evening air. His eyes flutter open and he sees familiar black orbs staring down at him, filled with hunger and need. He suppresses the urge to move as she looks over his torso, and a single frigid finger traces across months worth of scarring from her many feastings. He lets out a barely perceptible sigh, relaxing as he waits for her to pick her mark.

She seems to think a moment, a finger lazily traces across his stomach. It stops just below his rib cage and as she pulls her hand away he closes his eyes, expecting the next sensation to be teeth on flesh. But that’s not what came next. Instead he felt her leg stretch over his waist and the weight of her body shift onto him. Read more »

Party Games: Join Sam (a character based on the author) as they navigate loosing their virginity post transition [transmale, gangbang, rough, daddy, dp, anal, cum, face fuck, voyerism]

PART ONE: DADDYS PRESENT

I take a deep breathe sitting in my car, suddenly unsure if this was a good idea. Matthew was my best friend. Ever since last week, when he left his Facebook logged onto my computer and I found his group chat with the guys, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The group chat was full of sly pictures the guys have taken of me, while changing or other wise exposed. The messages were detailed accounts of all the dirty things they wanted to do to me. Let me tell you, there were many many dirty things they wanted to do to me. The better of their pictures and the more detailed of their fantasies were posted to a Reddit page I found with only about 200 followers. It’s then I learned that my ever growing group of all male friends all came together due to one commonality; they found me infuriatingly sexy. It had turned me on so much that it drove me here. I will say that for sure, the need to be here was dire, the pulsing of my clit reinforcing that. I was choosing to be here the way a fish chooses to stay in the water. This was a pure primitive need of mine. Besides, it was his birthday. what did I have to loose? Read more »