He looked nervous as he entered the coffee shop, and I waved as he came over, ordering coffees as we sat and chatted. It was mid morning, after the morning rush so was relatively quiet.

“You look nervous…” I noted, bringing the conversation to a front. He paused, swallowing heavily before deep thought flashed through his eyes and he answered in a clear and honest answer, with respect dripping from each word.

“I just have never met any… person… like you…” he said, his voice lower, quieter.

“Gender fluid?” I asked. He nodded, sipping his coffee.

“First of all, thank you for being so respectful. I appreciate that” I said. “And what do you want to know? I’m a pretty open book…”

“Everything?” He giggled curiously. “I don’t know, just very interested in how it manifests… from origin to day to day…”

“Sure thing, absolutely” I said as I took things slowly and tried to explain how I interpreted it all. “So I guess growing up as female, I always knew I was attracted to both boys and girls and explored that side of myself…”

He nodded, intently listening to each word, his interest genuine.

“So as I progressed, I found myself noticing that when I was with a male, I tended to have more feline sexual energy, so I wanted to wear dresses, be more submissive, be ‘taken’ per se”

He nodded in understanding, still locked in.

“But the when I found myself with a female, I wanted to take the lead more, being in charge and taking the lead, sort of thing” I explained. Keeping the pace slow and very carefully explaining things in a way I hoped he could understand. “I would take a more naturally masculine role, and really enjoyed that.”

“That all makes sense” he said, sipping his coffee.

“For me, the first time it clicked that I had fluidity, was actually the first time I wore a strap on…”

“Oh wow, really?” He said, a little taken aback at the explicit detail.

“Yeah, absolutely. I felt so strong, very masculine and very manly in general. It felt right in that moment.” I explained. “But then later when I was with a male, I felt very feminine. I eventually was talking with a gay couple I knew who sort of semi explained their roles, with one guy tending to top and the other bottoming. Or giving and receiving”

I watched his face change as he absorbed the more graphic images in his head, before nodding again, though still slightly confused.

“They also mentioned that at times they switch roles when the mood strikes, and introduced the idea that like their own, my desires were maybe a bit more fluid than hard and fast” I explained. “And that’s how I began to understand that not only who I was attracted to was diverse, but how I was attracted to them was fluid as well”

He sat, absorbing it all in.

“That makes a lot of sense, actually” he said, I could see it all swirling around in his mind. “So you can feel both masculine or feminine with males or females? And how does that feed to your day to day life, do you wake up and feel a certain… way?”

“Mmm yeah it’s a bit like that…” I said, thinking of how best to explain it. “If I had to explain it, I would wake up in the morning and my instinctual thoughts were who I would be attracted to, and then secondary to that would be how I would be attracted to them in terms of feminine or masculine qualities and then I would present myself from there, if that makes sense? Genuinely that process takes me 15-20 seconds to process in the morning when I wake up, and it is generally set for the entire day after that”

“Wow. That’s so interesting to me….” He said. “Thank you for explaining it all. Like I said, isn’t something I have ever really come across a lot”

“Yeah I and I think it presents itself in different ways with different people. Like I said, my gay friends generally have more masculine and feminine roles within their relationship but that does change sometimes.” I explained. “A lot of girls get off on the idea of 50 shades of grey type sex but then also have times where they take the lead and be on top. And likewise I think most guys prefer being the leader with a girl but then there is also a market out there for dominatrixes and female led relationships, so it’s all over the show. I guess this is just how I feel works for me, so that’s what I do.”

“Yeah for sure, that makes a lot of sense. It’s certainly enlightening. Makes me think about things for myself with a more open mind too” he said, pausing. I could see he was nervous to ask the next question. “How did you feel waking up this morning?”

I could see a slight blush in his cheeks and my alpha masculine nature took over.

“Well this morning I knew we were going on this date. Obviously had seen photo of you through the app that we met so woke up very attracted to your gym buff type figure….” I said. “But traditional girls would become very feminine towards you, but I felt a very masculine attraction to you…”

I paused, letting him cook as he swallowed deeply, before continuing.

“So I picked my favourite grey guns and roses shirt and a pair of jeans” I said, dropping my voice and leaning in slightly as someone walked past our table and he swirled the last of his coffee.

“And then I picked my favourite double ended dildo, with harness, sliding one end inside me and leaving the other out before I dressed…”

He now fully flushed red, eyes glancing to see if anyone was close enough to over hear us. I relished in his squirming.

He was a big, gym buff guy with short dirty blonde hair and kind green eyes. We were both in our mid 20s but I was dressed far more androgynous than feminine, with my thin frame covered in baggy clothes, my hair shoulder length.

“You are thinking pretty graphically about that right now, aren’t you?” I smirked, leaning back slightly as I pressed him physiologically. “It makes you hard thinking about it doesn’t it?”

His eyes darted down to the table, and I remained concerned he may up and run away, but was grateful after several, heart pounding moments he nodded, looking as if he had accepted his fate. I reached forward, placing my hand reassuringly on top of his.

“Hey I know this can be a lot, and confronting. You are brave” I said, our eyes meeting, and I knew his curiosity was stronger than his fear in that moment. So I asked one last thing of him.

“My place is like 3 minutes walk from here” I said, “if you wanted to see more…”

I heard him swear under his breath as he exhaled, the possibilities running through his eyes.

“I would love to… but I just don’t think I’m ready to… take you… like that…” he said nervously.

I giggled to myself.

“Oh I don’t fuck on first dates” I said leaning in close so I was barely above a whisper. “I just want to know how good those lips look wrapped around my ladycock…”

I watched as he shuddered, a puddle of unexpected scenarios playing out in his head. I took the lead, standing as I caught his eyes glance to my crotch as I moved past the table.

“Are you coming?” I smirked, the question as close to rhetorical as possible. I watched his try covertly and discretely rearranged himself as he stood and followed me out the street.

As we began walking, I took his hand, my own forming a dominant position as I held it, despite his frame being larger than my own. I smiled up at him, and when there was a gap in other pedestrians I pushed him deeper.

“You know the way you stared at my crotch back there was very obvious…” I said. “Did you like seeing my cock in my jeans?”

“Oh fuck you noticed that…” he flushed again. I enjoyed watching him swim, the feel of the phallus between my legs rubbed me with each step, and I was physically drowning just as much as he was mentally drowning. “This is just so… exciting. You are perfect. You are just… wow…”

As we approached him, I tugged him around a corner, leading the way to a small apartment block. I swiped my key at the gate and headed to the stairs on the right, leading him up and around the first landing, then stopping at the top, turning to him as he was a few steps behind.

From this position I felt even more powerful, being on the steps above I was now taller than him. I reached forward, taking his jawline in my right hand and kissing him passionately. My tongue invaded his mouth and I felt him melt even further into my spell. I broke the kiss and chuckled at how vulnerable he looked.

“You want to suck my cock don’t you?” I said, with gravel in my voice. He nodded, but that wasn’t enough for me. “Say it…”

“I want to suck your cock…” he stammered, my face grinning with pride.

“Good boy” I smirked, towing him a few doors up to my apartment and moving inside. I kissed him again, passionately as we moved into the main room of my studio apartment. “Take your shirt off”

He hesitated for half a second and I stepped forward, more forceful this time.

“Take your shirt off…” I growled, my fingers in his chest, then emphasised the follow up statement. “And get on your knees!”

He didn’t hesitate this time, and i registered quickly that as I invoked my alpha- nature he quickly fell in line. I stripped off my shirt, a little nervous this would reveal part of my femininity, though I was grateful in that moment I had small breasts.

The look in his eyes as he looked up at me put any reservations I had at bay. He was in awe, putty in my hands. And that only made me want him more.

I ran my hands slowly down my body, barely deviating from their path as they passed over my small, brown, hard nipples and over my stomach. I’d taken my belly button piercing out, as I often did when feeling masculine, my fingers finding the buttons of my jeans as his eyes traced down my body, swallowing as they levelled with this fate that was only inches away from his face.

I zipped my pants down, watching his body breathing heavy through his mouth, his entire system now hijacked by the anticipation before him. I allowed the fly to seperate, but not drop, instead sliding my right hand down and into my cotton boy shorts.

I wrapped my fingers around my manhood, the reassurance I felt instantly both instinctive and natural. I gripped it gently, twisting to the left and guiding it out of my underwear.

It was as if time slowed, and I could see every detail in the room. The way he took a sharp breath in. The way his lips curled at the corners in joy. The vein in his neck pumping furiously as blood rushed through his body. His weight shifting instinctively on his knees to move his face slightly closer to me.

I used my left hand to part my pants and drop them with my underwear to my mid thighs, keeping my right hand gripped to the base of my phallus firmly. As I glanced down through the imagery, I could see his clear excitement as his shorts pitched straight outwards.

It was one of my favourite phallic setups, my smaller sized jelly feedoe dildo, with a soft, deep purple exterior and firm inner core giving softness and rigidity, with a sturdy four way harness holding it firmly in place. The bulbous head held perfectly in position inside me, its size and texture providing the ability to comfortably wear for a reasonable period of time, but allow enough slow, steady stimulation, particularly when moving, to build towards pleasurable heights.

The main body of the strap on was about 5 and a half inches from the grounding harness ring, yet not too thick, perfect for beginners. It allowed gentle building, or hard, Intense fucking for those who could handle it.

I saw him very subtlety lick his lips, details I don’t thing even he realised he was doing. I needed to take the lead, for both our benefits, and I took a half step forward, yet kept my hips a little further back to give me some flexibility.

His eyes remained locked on it, and he hesitated to reach up to it, so I used the small window to slide my hips forward and drag the tip across his face. The shock stunned him and I gently slapped him with it as his mouth I opened. I guided the tip of my cock into the opening as he woke up and licked me.

His eyes changed, looking up to meet mine. Nothing is more of a powerful feeling than standing over someone as they take your cock into their mouth.

I watched as he explored, taking me deeper and deeper with each slow, purposeful movement. I felt his lips getting close to my hand and knew he had me under control.

“Ohh yeah suck that dick, boy” I groaned as he pushed more and more, his throat now opening as he took each stroke to the back of his mouth. I could tell he was pushing himself, and it made me even prouder and hornier. I could see precum soaking the front of his shorts, and my arousal rose even further.

Each time he drew his mouth back away from me it tugged the bulb of the feeldoe back against my g-spot, but then when pushing onto me he would cause the base of the harness to rub against my clit. The cyclic, alternating pleasure was starting to really work me up into a lather, and my moans became more pronounced with each stroke.

“Fuck that feels good baby” I moaned, my voice a little more feminine as my body began overriding my active mind.  “Mmm good work”

My words of affirmation only seemed to encourage him as he grew in confidence, taking me deeper and deeper with each stroke. Not only that, he seemed to thrive sucking me, beginning to moan as he gobbled at my manhood, the tone reverberating up my shaft and making my insides puddle. I fought the urge not to press into him, not wanting to overfeed him, make him gag and put his confidence off.

That being said, I couldn’t have been prouder of him, the way he was working me was so beautiful, trying his best to maintain eye contact while focusing on technique and enthusiasm.

He adjusted his posture slightly on his knees, surprising me a little as his left hand began stroking up and down my length in conjunction with his movements, his entire body swing with each stroke. His right hand then came up to between my hip and butt check, giving himself more leverage as he pulled himself deeper onto me.

I bent my knees slightly, allowing my loose pants and underwear to fall to my ankles as I kicked them aside, my utter inability to focus as he pleasured me so intense. I began whimpering in pleasure as the physical sensation began overtaking the psychological arousal.

He was intelligent, knowing I was close, and clearly getting off on it. I was lost in my own sensation as I tilted my head back and moaned primally. His next movement caught me a little off guard, in a good way.

He let go of my cock with his left hand, but his right hand kept grabbing my ass guiding himself deeper into his throat as I edged closer to the point of no return. He reached out, taking my own right hand and guiding it to the back of his head.

“Oh you little slut” I groaned as I understood he wanted more, unable to hold back any longer as I fucked his mouth. “Of fuck, baby I’m going to cum… ohhh fuck… ooHhhhHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!”

I felt the warmth exploding from within me, each and every cell in my body electrified as waves of pleasure flooded through me. My toes curled and I cried out into the aether, shuddering as I exploded, my eyelids burning as I squinted so hard.

As I slowly returned to my sense, I heard him making throaty noises, acutely aware my enthusiasm may have cause him to gag as I relaxed my grip on his head and looked down at him. Yet that didn’t appear to be the cause of the issue.

I watched his face contort as he kept himself deep on me, his body shaking as I watched the tent is his pant twitch, then a wet stain saturate the fabric as he whimpered.

“Ohhh fuck… did you just cum in your pants….?” I groaned, as he slowly slid back off me.

He nodded, slowly, keeping his eyes shut as his cheeks burned red in shame.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Don’t be” I whispered, crouching down and kissing him softly and hugging him close. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”