Solo Pleasure with K

Hi, I’m K. I am a poet and a psychologist. 

I’m a queer pansexual pussy boi non binary babe attracted to all genders. I love the masculine boy toys, the feminine queens. The sharp fade haircut, taut muscles, the divine softness of a woman. The gender fuckery of everyone in between. The pussy boys, the dick queens, the breasts and chests. The clits and the cocks. The energy someone emanates when they know their worth, when they turn themselves on. That’s what turns me on. 

I’m your favorite queer little drummer boi - boi with an “i” -  I’m here to tell you all about how I touch myself in just the right way, how I worship my own body, for daily doses of pleasure. Of ecstasy.

My relationship with my body is divine  — I have a raging Demi god complex, I am a little bit divine, a little unholy, and also deeply human. For me, masturbation is an act of worship and sex is an offering to the divine.

I masturbate daily, and I’ll do it just about everywhere.

My emo pussy boi work from home office.  

My bedroom. 

The bathtub. 

The shower.

Next to my altar.

My t boi libido inspires me to masturbate, that and the ritual. 

I feel aches and groans in my body calling me to my place of worship, to this body that is my trans cathedral. 

When the mood strikes, I’ll light a candle. I’ll read some erotic poetry.

Transcendent

Transgender

Triumphant.

My bones, feral foundations.

My body, carpentry of cathedrals.

My breasts, sanguine stained-glass windows.

My breath, a waving willow.

My ribs, anointed altars

My clitoris, the red lamp calling holy home.

My orgasm, transubstantiation.

My eyes, the vine that climbs to climax -

Circling cemetery walls -

Full of careful clergy, crucified saints, and careless Christians

who don’t know ancient cathedrals when they see one.

My genome, sacred synergy.

My body, trans tabernacle

We worship at its edges.

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I’ll take some deep breaths. 

Just. 

Like. 

This.

I let my hands wander my body. Slowly, but with urgency and intentionality. 

I often use my hands when masturbating, but occasionally a trans masc stroker to stroke my clit or my cock, depending on my mood. 

Some days, I’m a hungry pussy boy begging to be filled as much as release. On those days I’ll pull out the glass toys and fill myself up. 

The glistening glass toys  on my sexy altar, twinkling in the candlelight. 

I’ll put on some emo music, and begin the ritual.

Today, I start gently. 

So, let’s light this candle and breathe it in. 

Yeah, there we go. 

I let my hands wander.

On my neck

Into my hair

I tug my hair to heighten my sensation.

I let my hands slip onto my chest

My nipples swelling in the heat of arousal.

I gently tap, and tug, and pull in a circular motion. 

Just, like, this. 

I feel my boi-pussy swell and drip with anticipation, begging. 

So, I pray an unholy prayer

Hail K

Full of grace

The sexy is with thee. 

Holy art thou

Amidst demi gods. 

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I take a breath

Today I choose to lay down on the bed

In too clean, but so soft, sheets

Ready to make a mess of them.

I let my hands wander and toy with my wet boy-pussy

My favorite little pussy boy

I use my fingers to enter my front hole.

I bring my pussy juices to my lips

Suck it off of my finger tips

I take a breath

I pull my knees up towards my chest

Feet flat on the bed I’m sitting on.

I sit up, so that I can reach every part of my aching body.

I spread my lips apart

With my index and middle finger of my left hand

Begin to flick my cock

My transboi clitoris with my right hand.

He swells underneath my fingertips

He grows and I begin to slowly

Oh so slowly

Stroke, stroke, stroke him between my finger tips

I stroke, and twist him in between my index finger and thumb

Until I feel him grow hard

Hard as a rock

Hard as a cock

Ready to fuck.

I pull out my stroker

Put one finger, then two, then three into my pussyboi hole

Fingers curled up 

Feeling the rough g spot waiting for me 

Begging

I wet my stroker with my wet wet pussy juices

I take another breath -

As deep as I possibly can.

I slip my hard, engorged cock into the stroker

I tune into the drumbeat of the music

 one, two, three, four.

I stroke my cock

I feel the tension build

I feel my cock grow 

I feel my pussy get soaking wet 

Begging to be filled. 

I put down the stroker

My dick pulsating with expectancy

My pussy throbbing, aching with desire. 

I let my fingers wander

And again I stroke, stroke, stroke

Fingertips towards the sky

Searching for the unholy edges, the rough patches on the upper wall of my pussy that make me squirm

I feel the pleasure grow

I feel the pressure build

I moan gently at first

I pick up my pace, fingering myself slowly at first.

One finger, two

Then three.

 I fill my holes

I slip a pinky into my back door, my ass

Another hole begging 

For my divine attention.

I see the candlelight flicker 

Making my altar stones sparkle. 

I take a breath

I slow myself down

“I am holy. Don’t cum yet” I whisper to myself.

I move from my juicy pussy, and stroke my nipples again.

I grab my glass dildo

And gently let it enter my front hole.

My pussy responds with wet longing.

I tune into the sound

And the feeling as I let it fill me up

I stroke

One 

Two

Three

I build up the speed slowly

I let my body rock in rhythm

To the dildo

And to the music

To the drum beat

I’m my favorite drummer boi toy

I pick up speed

I stroke with the glass dildo in one hand

I grab my aching and growing cock in the other and 

I tug, tug, tug, 

While my glass cock strokes, strokes, strokes.

I feel the ecstasy build

I feel the feather lightness fill my pussy and my cock

I feel it rise into my chest

I feel my breath quicken and my cheeks flush.

Here it comes

The holy water

I let it build, 

Pounding quickly now

And moaning now

My voice like a rumbling ocean - 

I am not a quiet plaything.

And then it happens, 

The release.

I cum hard on my glass cock

Squirt my juices everywhere.

My cock throbs 

My legs shake

And I swear I hear myself say

Hallelujah.

I lick my juices off of the glass

Savoring the taste of me. 

I curl up into my blankets. 

I take another breath

And think - 

Thank you body

For playing god today.