Androgynous
This is one of the first photos I took of myself. (Many of the photos of me, though not all, are self-portraits.) To my eyes, at least, it captures the kind of androgynous-erotic feeling I often have.
Some days I want to pass as a boy, late teens/early 20s, confident-but-not-arrogant, quietly smart, wiry-strong, sort of feminine looking but not girly. This picture shows some of that spirit, I think.
Oh, and if I were a boy, I would be a queer boy. I want a man, older than me, on his knees in front of me. I want to feel his breath on my skin and his tongue tracing the line of my waist just above my jeans. I want to feel his hands unbuttoning and peeling back the denim. I want to look down at the top of his head as his mouth encircles my cock and a strong hand presses firmly on the small of my back, holding me in place.
Yes, sometimes I want to be a boy.
And thinking about that desire makes the most female parts of me very warm and wet.
Oh what a sensual return, Molly!
I’ve missed you so.
Kisses
It’s good to be back. I’ve been languishing a bit! It’ll be interesting to see what new energy emerges here…. and it’s lovely to have you around for inspiration, JanieBelle!
I’m always happy to service you, Molly…
um I meant “be of service to you”…
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Oh wow, I LOVE this photo…
*blushing*
Aurelien, I’m so glad you like it! If I’d realized it was going to be such a hit I think I’d have posted it earlier!
xoxox,
Molly
The pic is lovely, but the accompanying text sparked my imagination even more. The androgyny is a huge turn-on for me: I’ve often fantasized about women with strap-ons—sucking on it, either out of desire or because I’m ordered to. Sigh…
You’ll fit in well here, Tom, I promise!
xoxo,
Molly
[...] each other get nakeder over a maddening number of days. And then he looked here and he found “Androgynous” and we flirted some more. And I asked him “If I were a boy for an afternoon, an eager [...]