The city lights were a blurred tapestry outside my seventeenth-floor window, a fitting backdrop to the controlled chaos of my life. I, Nikki, was a master of multitasking, a title I earned not just from my demanding job as a software developer, but from the elaborate charade I meticulously maintained. By day, I was a sleek, focused professional, a woman with sharp wit and sharper deadlines. But by night, the façade crumbled, revealing the truth of me – a futa, a woman blessed or cursed, depending on the day, with both a voluptuous feminine form and a thick, powerful cock nestled between my legs.
My long, raven hair cascaded down my back as I scrolled through lines of code, the glow of the monitor illuminating my face. My breasts, a generous but not overwhelming handful, rose and fell with each breath, a constant reminder of the secret I guarded so fiercely. Living alone, my apartment had become my sanctuary, the one place I could shed the armor and be unapologetically me.
I’d always avoided relationships, not out of fear, but out of a deep-seated anxiety about the inevitable reveal. How could I explain this duality, this inherent contradiction that defined me? The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. Yet, destiny, as it often did, had other plans.
Her name was Anya, and she was like a vibrant splash of color in my monochrome existence. She joined our team as a graphic designer, her laughter echoing through the otherwise sterile office. Anya was everything I wasn’t: bubbly, spontaneous, and utterly unafraid to be herself. We fell into an easy rhythm, grabbing coffee, sharing lunch breaks, and before I knew it, I found myself looking forward to seeing her every day.
Our friendship blossomed into something more, a delicate dance of glances and lingering touches. I tried to resist, terrified of what the future might hold, but Anya’s radiant smile was a powerful magnet. We went on dates, exploring the city’s hidden gems, her hand always finding its way into mine. For the first time, I allowed myself to dream of a future where I didn’t have to hide, a future where I could be loved for all of me.
One rainy evening, after a particularly romantic dinner, we ended up back at my apartment. The mood was charged with unspoken desires, the air thick with anticipation. Anya’s fingers traced the line of my jaw, her eyes dark and filled with questions. I knew this was it, the moment of truth. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate to be free.
“Nikki,” she whispered, her voice husky, “what is it? You’re holding something back.”
I took a deep breath, the familiar fear and excitement vying for control. I led her to my bedroom, the room where my true self came to life. Before I could speak, I gently pulled off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Anya gasped; her eyes wide as they took in my form. I watched as her gaze traveled from my breasts, down my stomach, and finally settled on the tent in my skirt clearly jutting from between my legs.
In that moment, the silence was deafening. I braced myself for disgust, for fear, for rejection. But what I saw in Anya’s eyes was not fear, not disgust, but a flicker of something else – curiosity, and something that was almost… desire.
“Anya,” I began, my voice thick with trepidation, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
She pulled back, her brow furrowing slightly. “What is it, Nikki?”
I took a shaky breath, my carefully constructed facade crumbling before her. “I’m not… I’m not exactly like other women.”
Sliding out of the skirt, I explained. My voice was low and steady, laying bare my secret, the part of myself I had kept hidden for so long. I told her how I was a woman, but also not, how the very structure of my being was an interplay of masculine and feminine. I watched her face, searching for any sign of revulsion, but there was none. Instead, her eyes burned with an intensity that made my skin tingle.
“You’re… beautiful,” she breathed, her voice a mere whisper.
“Can I…?” she whispered, her hand reaching out tentatively.
I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. Her touch was featherlight, yet sent a jolt of electricity through me. She traced the length of my cock, her fingers lingering over its smooth, hard surface. I moaned, unable to contain the wave of sensation that washed over me. I pulled her closer, my lips finding hers in a desperate kiss.
The rest of the night was a blur of skin and sensation. I discovered a side of me I never knew existed – a dominant force that relished in Anya’s submissive nature. I explored her body with an intensity that was both primal and tender, her moans of pleasure fueling my own. I had always been a quiet, reserved person, but in this moment, I was unleashed, transformed into something powerful and raw.
As the dominant, I took control of the situation, my hands exploring her body with a gentle yet firm touch. I could feel her trembling under my grasp, a mixture of anticipation and desire. I trailed my fingers down her sides, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with longing. With a small smile, I gently pushed her onto the bed, my body covering hers as I began to explore her further.
My lips found hers, our breaths mingling together in a passionate kiss. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, the rhythm matching my own. I trailed kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin lightly as I made my way to her breasts. I took one in my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipple as she arched her back, a small whimper escaping her lips.
I continued my descent down her body, my hands gripping her hips as I spread her legs apart. I could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sight. I trailed my tongue along her entrance, teasing her before I finally dove in, my tongue exploring every inch of her. She tasted sweet and addictive, and I couldn’t get enough.
I could feel her trembling under my touch, her legs shaking as she reached her peak. I slowed down my pace, my tongue flicking against her clit as she cried out my name. I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench around me as I began to move in and out of her.
I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I couldn’t help but speed up my pace. I could feel her walls tightening around my finger, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. With one final thrust, she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure.
I slid my finger out of her, my tongue gently lapping up the remaining girl-goo. It swirled slowly over her sensitive clit as she pulled on my hair to try and stop me. I climbed back up her body, my lips finding hers once again. She could taste herself on my lips, and she moaned into the kiss.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside of me.”
I smiled, my lips trailing down her cheek as I whispered in her ear. “Beg for it.”
She took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Please, I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”
With a low growl, I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of me barely grazing her. I met her gaze, questioning, seeking permission. She nodded, her eyes filled with need and desire.
With a swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her. She was so wet, her girl-goo making my entry easy. I could feel her walls tightening around me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slowly began to move in and out of her. My eyes remained locked on hers as our breathing quickened and our bodies started sweating.
Her hands and legs wrapped around me tightly, holding me like a koala as I thrust so deep inside her. Her moans grew louder as the head of my girlcock bumped her cervix. Our moans echoed in the room as the bed creaked and shook with each hard thrust; it felt like there was no end to this pleasure. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I couldn’t help but speed up my pace.
I could feel my own climax building, a tsunami of sensation that shook me to my core. My eyes found hers again, just letting her know of my intention as my body started shaking on top of her. With one final thrust, we both cried out, our orgasms washing over us in a wave of pleasure. My girlcock slammed into her cervix and exploded, flooding her with my girlcum. I throbbed and jerked inside of her tight gripping walls over and over as each spurt filled her. My eyes rolled back in my head as the sensation echoed through my pussy as well, making me collapse onto her, our bodies slick with sweat and desire.
We lay there for a moment, our breaths mingling together as we came down from our high. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, my lips finding hers in a gentle kiss.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with gratitude.
I smiled softly, my fingers drawing slow circles on her skin. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
In the aftermath, as we lay tangled in the sheets, I finally allowed myself to relax. The fear I had carried for so long had melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. Anya nestled against me, her fingers tracing the lines of my body.
“You’re incredible, Nikki,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “You’re everything I never knew I wanted.”
As I held her close, I realized that my secret was no longer a burden. It was a part of me, the beautiful, complex me that Anya had come to love. And for the first time, I felt truly free. My life, once a carefully constructed façade, was now a vibrant tapestry woven with the threads of truth and desire, a fairytale that was just beginning.
