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#transpleasure #sextoys #lgbtq #transwoman #queer #strap #kink
The #sapphics are asking: is it weird to #reuse a #strap with another #partner
#Queer #intimacy comes in all shapes and sizes, and requires different #instruments for different #tastes. None of this is news, but on #TikTok, a few questions are being raised about the #ethics of #reusing a certain…#tool.
The train was packed. As I shoved to get off, the #strap of my satchel caught on someone’s backpack. Tied together, we stumbled onto the platform.
I carefully unhooked my satchel from the buckle on the backpack. I got my first look as she turned around, and we simultaneously said, “Sorry!”
She smiled and I gulped. She was lovely. Was this my ‘How I Met Your Mother’ moment? A strap might symbolising tying things together...
“That would be a nice story to tell our children.” Mouth before brains, that’s me.
“Mine are over there. With my husband.” She gestured towards the carpark.
“Oh, sorry, I...”
We went our separate ways.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, I reminded myself.
"They're still gaining!" I yelled.
"The horses can't go faster," came the reply.
Our wheels juddered on the mountain path. "Is there ANYTHING else we can do?"
"Maybe. But—"
"Then do it!"
"Better #strap yourself in."
We lurched over the edge.
Before I could scream, there was a whoomp. Wings unfurled from the harnesses.
I swallowed. "You didn't mention this before because...?"
"Prototype. Wasn't sure it would work."
In her elegant
beach stride she seemed to float on
invisible threads
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Lady strolling along the Beach - Aobram
seatbelt on, strap in
be as prepared as you can
it’s now or never
HER PYRE
Out of the darkness they hauled her,
Gave her the strap in public until
Her back covered the ground in
Black blood, transparent sweat,
But no tears. They were busy building
The pyre for her impenitent strength,
But she broke out of the barred room
In the dead of the night before, teeth
Gnawing wood and iron, fists
Stronger than their shackles. She
Was back in her forest at dawn,
An example made of the evil of men.
The #MastoPrompt for Saturday 4 January 2025 is:
The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.
@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.
If you're including an image please include alt-text if you're able to.