​I have always had a deep love for masculine-presenting women. It stems from growing up on a street full of girls where I had no one to play cops and robbers with until Molly arrived. She was a tomboy who played everything I wanted to play. We roughhoused all day, and it always made me smile knowing she was a girl but not girly at all.

​Fast forward to 2023. I found myself at the Farm’s Market alone because my friends were douchbags who drank so much the night before they couldn't wake up to hang with me like they promised. So, there I was, working through a bottle of bubbly by myself, when a Masc approached me.

​"Can I sit with you while I wait for my people?" she asked.

​"Sure," I said.

​She sat down and we fell into a great conversation about how some girls dress a little too naughty for this type of setup, laughing about how we wouldn't want it any other way. When her friends finally showed up, she stood to leave but paused.

​"What’s your Insta handle?" she asked as she started walking away. I gave it to her, wondering if I had just made a friend or if she was just being polite. I finished my bottle, called an Uber, and headed home.

​The moment I walked through my front door, my phone buzzed.

​“Hey, was great chatting to you. You seem like fun behind that nerdy exterior,” she texted.

​I didn't hesitate: “Only one way to find out 😈”

​Sending a risky text is one of the scariest things ever because the rejection can hit hard, but sometimes the payoff is better than you can imagine.

​“Drop location,” was her only response.

​I sent it, and she immediately replied with an Uber share-ride link. She was thirteen minutes away. I scrambled to the shower.

​By the time she reached my gate, I was fresh out of the water and wrapped in a towel. I opened the door, and she walked in, a smirk playing on her lips.

​"Excuse me, shower queen, did I disturb you?" she asked playfully.

​"I just got out, don't stress. I'm done."

​This is why Masc women are top-tier in my books; they know exactly what they want and they never back down.

​"Let me put lotion on you," she said, her voice dropping an octave.

​I led her to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed as I handed her the bottle. She started with my legs, working the lotion in ever so slowly, her strong hands moving upward. She reached for the knot in my towel and undid it, revealing my throbbing heat. She acted as if she didn't even see it, her face a mask of cool composure as she told me to lay down.

​I did as I was told, plopping face-down on the mattress. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs, and began to massage my back with a focused passion. Five minutes later, the lotioning stopped. I felt her lean down, her lips brushing the sensitive skin on the back of my neck.

​"Do you have condoms?" she whispered in my ear.

​I nodded and pointed toward the side table. In the blink of an eye, she was stripped bare and holding the foil packet.

​"Turn around," she commanded.

​I rolled over, and she expertly rolled the protection on. Then, she looked me dead in the eye with a challenge. "I can’t do all the work. Now, fuck me."

​I knew in that moment she wanted to be led. I got up on my knees, grabbed her firmly by the neck, and pulled her toward me. I dominated the rhythm, pushing her back against the pillows as she gripped my shoulders, her breath hitching with every deep thrust. She was vocal, calling my name and encouraging me to go harder until we were both slick with sweat.

​As I reached my limit, I felt the surge coming. I pulled back just enough to look at her, and she knew. Without a word, she reached down, slid the condom off with a practiced flick of her wrist, and guided me toward her face.

​"Give it to me," she whispered, her eyes dark with hunger.

​As I spent myself, she didn't flinch. She caught every drop, her tongue circling her lips to ensure she didn't miss a bit of my essence. She swallowed it all down with a slow, deliberate gulp, holding my gaze the entire time. When she was finished, she leaned up and kissed me, the taste of my own seed lingering on her lips as she gave me a wicked, satisfied smile.

​"Told you you’d be fun," she whispered.