Microscopic Sexuality and Lily's Plastic Cock
Lily had been told that there was something 'masculine' about her desire. She often thought about what this meant. In an age where we are all over the idea of 'essentialising' and attributing certain traits exclusively to men or to women, is there a sound basis for saying that certain desires belong to a certain gender? Also, much of modern philosophy, and feminist thought had said that there is a 'microscopic transsexuality', meaning that the act of sex, for instance, can contain as many male movements, as there are female, such that the act itself becomes the very instantiation of non-binary sex. Lily wondered whether the suggestion that her desire was in some way masculine referred to the notion that men were the ones who fuck, and women are the ones who were fucked.
Perhaps it was because she wanted to fuck sometimes was what worried people. When Lily thinks of people, who might be worried about this, she thinks of men. It is men who are worried about being fucked, but strangely, they also kind of like it, which assured her that there was really nothing wrong with her desire at all.
George and Lily had always been able to talk freely about sex. George could listen to Lily's desires without taking them too seriously, and instead seeing them for the playful invitations that they were. Lily had confessed to George that she had always wanted to have a penis, just for a bit, so she could experience penetrating George. Although George had not done it before, he was happy to talk about it.
Lily liked the idea that it would be George's first time. For once, she could be the one who 'de-flowers'. She would be the one slipping herself into some virgin hole, claiming it for herself, rather than before on the repetitious occasions where she had been the one to be possessed simply because a man was the first one inside her, or the first one to fuck her in the arse, or the first one to fuck her outside in the forest, or on the beach, or whatever. She wanted to understand what it meant to be first.
George was nervous, but when Lily removed the duvet (soft and fragrant with their intimate smells) from George's body, she saw his cock was already stiff, red and keen, leaking some pre-fuck sticky fluid. George's cock twitched as she stared at it, moving steadily forward to lick the fine pearl of moisture that was leaking as a string from the eye of his dick. Lily commanded George to turn over on his front, and started rubbing the crack of his arse, stopping to feel his twitching anticipating butt hole, as he ground his erect cock against the bed and presented his bottom for her.
Lily told George to get up on his knees, so he was on all fours and not to move. While George remained in that position, Lily got up from the bed, her clit swelling in anticipation and her thighs already sticky with her fluids. She reached under the bed to the strap-on that she had put there earlier in the day, in anticipation of George's early return home from work. She climbed into the device and secured the black leather harness tightly.
It was a beautiful thing, and the leather that reached underneath her pressed pleasingly on her aching clit. Her cock was black and shiny, quite thick, though not too big, since it was George's first time - she didn't think it would be fair otherwise. She twanged her cock, and looked at it waving pleasingly in front of her, like an extension of her clitoris - indeed when she touched her cock, the feeling came through it and stimulated her pussy. She looked inside her bedside table draw and found a bottle of lube. She was about to start squeezing it on to her hand, ready to smooth it on her new cock, but she hesitated. Instead, she knelt on the bed and said to George, "suck me, suck my cock before I push it up your bottom, make it wet and slippery, so it slides nicely inside you."
