Verbal | The Horny Post | 1/24/24

I really love dirty talk. That is if love is a necessity... and it is. I need verbal affirmation during sex in order to enjoy it. Which by definition makes it a fetish. A fetish is a kink that one needs 100% of the time to enjoy sex and verbal is mine. But what do I mean by "verbal?"

Ironically, I am very bad about communicating my sexual needs to my past partners. And often end up not enjoying sex because of it. I need to be talked to during sex. Sexy, dirty, affirming words by a deep (or high!) voice puts me into little space. Some examples of phrases I like are the following:

"Good boy."

"Such a girly little boy."

"Your moans are so cute."

"Cry for me baby boy."

"You're so weak and small."

These are but only a few turn-ons. But this should give you an idea. I need to feel small, weak, inferior, or fragile to enjoy sex. I don't even want to get into the psychological reasons why that might be (oh but I will), but it is what 'tis. The contrast of me to a man is exemplified by dominate phrases.

Here is an idyllic, nigh unrealistic fantasy of luster. Be me, a boi on gurl hormones with a large muscular man who dwarfs my height. He is sitting down on the bed, and I am sitting on his cock plunged all the way in. His cock hurts. It's tearing me apart and tears are dripping. Noticing my pain, he grabs my torso and pulls me in for a hug maintaining the penetration. He says, "You've got this, baby boy. You're doing such a great job." My tears emerge into catharsis as he increases the tension. My face is stained with tears as he reaffirms of his place. "Such a good boy. Such a good little cream-puff. My little dirty cock slut." He maintains the hug and holds me into his chest. 

While the fantasy is somewhat... well, fantastic, it represents my need. I need to feel that I am taken care of. That is what sex is to me. It is a way to feel safe, warm, and protected. I give myself to a man and let him use me in the hope that he will protect me. A long time ago when my mother still believed in traditional gender roles I asked her, "Why do women like men?" She answered, "Because men are strong and can protect women." As a boy, I don't think she knew what that instilled in me. As I grew up, I realized how weak I was. Not only in body but in mind. I can't defend myself or protect. I let people bully me into unwilling social submission and lack the conviction to provide for myself. Evolution would kill me off as an unfit human. Recognizing this, my brain merged protection with sexuality. If a man hurts me, that means he is strong. If he is strong, he can protect me. A real bottom mind-set, I know. And maybe even fucked up. But knowing this single truth forever altered my development and I correlated the pain of being bred with the pleasure that comes with safety. This is why I need to be talked to during sex. It reaffirms my core that a man who can hurt me with his cock will protect me. When using the classic bottom emoji (🥺) in the face of dominance this is what is going through my mind. The partial sadness the pleading emoji conveys is the pain I know I will have to endure for a man. And it's exciting! 

Whenever one of y'all or other fans tell me that you want to fuck me I get excited. I know doing this work likely won't lead to a man making me his wife, but the idea that someone wants to is enough to make me happy. You all reaffirm that there are men (and women!) who actually want to have a stay-at-home femboy wife. The whole concept seems crazy, and maybe even implausible into today's economy! But God dammit, it's what I want to be. A mutual exchange of love and domestic bliss. My spouse works and makes enough money for both of us to live and in exchange I take care of the homely duties and submit myself as a toy to be played with whenever my spouse wants. A marriage where there are agreed upon rules can actually be happy. Believe or not, there are femboys who achieved the dream and get to live as domestic boywives to their partners. I really don't know how I will find a man to adopt me, and maybe I never will. But as long as there people out there like you who want me I can continue to believe it is possible. 

Tl;DR: Call me a good boy and hold me close when you're 5 inches in me! 🥺