I like it quite a bit. I have a lot of anonymous/casual encounters, so I don’t get to enjoy a guy finishing in me very often, but sometimes I enjoy having a guy finishing on my ass (rarely face, I’m usually masked.)

The appeal is degradation. I’d love to set up a bukkake someday. It’s a mark of some sort of “ownership” which goes with my kink of belonging to all men. Cum inside also physically feels great, having a guy pull out and feel it leaking is very fun.

I don’t think my sex life is very comparable to an “average person” though.

Took three guys today. All serviced face down ass up. No idea who they are lol.

My ex said he read the Kama sutra and I had an “elephant pussy.” No idea what the fuck that meant.

Idk a dick is a dick.

Making out. I didn’t even really like it when I was partnered.

Sex is very disconnected from intimacy. I’m not aromantic but sex is not romantic. Sex is me being degraded and used. I submit as an object, the romance might be being cuddled and praised afterwards.

I will sometimes wake up to find they were messaging long after we last talked, almost as if they decided to flake, but wanted it to appear as if I did.

I hate this so much.

My kink is shooting for a “high score” - I like having multiple partners in a night. It’s so unbelievably frustrating when they do this, especially when they hit me up again hours later, because I’ve often declined someone who probably wouldn’t have flaked.

We’re all adults here, if you aren’t coming then just say it. (Barring those safety situations where it seems like the guy might get aggressive)

I don’t think I ever come across as aggressive (at least when it comes to sex). I’m offering something, if it’s wanted then come and take it.

Sex is submission for me. They are the same act. If I am being penetrated, in that moment, I belong to the person using me. My brain shuts off. Things like having my body gripped and moved around help, being spanked or came on or covered with graffiti go with that, but when I am being fucked, I am an object that belongs to all cocks.

I can’t even pretend to be dominant. I don’t give a shit about my own orgasm. Desire is to be underneath someone who is using me to make their body feel good.

I’m honestly kind of insatiable. When I’m in the right kind of mood, two or three times isn’t enough. Being fucked is like edging for me, so I’ll take it over and over until I need to go to sleep.

There’s some early exploratory research that suggests trans men on testosterone might develop some prostate cells. I did have a guy that could make me cum regularly from anal, and I don’t really cum from vaginal. Clearly I need to do further research and let more guys use my ass.

Getting fucked strapped down to a guillotine (with a line of guys especially) or with a gun to my head.

Snuff is really difficult for people to understand. I like being alive, but the idea that a guy could treat me as completely disposable is exhilarating. I’m fairly extreme on the masochism/submissive side of things, the challenge is always finding guys who are safe with those extreme kinks.

I’ve got a regular I had a really great time with recently - put a belt around my neck before he walked in, let him talk about how far he could go (while not actually pulling hard - breath play is always dangerous..)

Being passed around at a party and thrown into a dumpster afterwords is another of those “probably impossible” fantasies.

I did it for a while. It felt very good at the time, but it quickly escalated into something dangerous and abusive. Some of the most exciting and erotic experiences of my life - being a footstool, sleeping in a dog cage, wearing a permanently locked collar, having a contract, being on the verge of orgasm from just being made to mop floors and follow rules - but tied to an absolutely brutal “drop” when the whole thing was abruptly ended. Realizing that the person I served had always deeply hated me and was actually exploiting me was a hella of a mind fuck.

It still deeply appeals to me, but the fallout when it ended was very difficult. Going from a few years of that mind state rapidly back to “normal” life was extraordinarily difficult, and there wasn’t really a “script” for getting my life back on track afterwards.

Do you think someone going by the name “freeusething” has a healthy relationship with their mother lol

Very fun. I was collared and owned, my owner found another guy to share me with. He’d also use my mouth while I was on a fucking machine.