She had never expected to be so fulfilled in a relationship period, queer or not. Her parents pretty much hated each other, and her brothers were both dogs to their wives. So it had seemed inevitable that she would end up another sweatpants-wearing drone of a mother driving a mini-van to and from activities for her two-point-five children. Being with Amara had shattered all of that.
You used to have a fetish about wearing strap-ons under your pants at school and work, at least until it ended a relationship. A moment of irritation and misplaced jealousy, however, brings the desire back, to unexpected results, but is there more to being on top in bed than being the one wearing the strap-on? This story contains: transphobia (and overcoming it), genderfuckery, harsh language/slurs, rough sex, and altersex content.
