[100 days of 100 words] 60/100

[kitchen_kink]

Thursday performance, playing at manhood. With spring cooking in me, my man-drag can’t keep down desire. Some nights my false beard, my bound breasts, my military pants and stompy boots make my shadow-self rise in me, my masculine self surge and want fucking and fighting and sweat and blood.

Tonight, though, I’m tingling in my clothes, itching in my beard. I want warm wind blowing through my skirts, lowered eyelashes, pinned-up curls playing at my neck, pinned-down wrists straining against strong hands, gasps rising to starlight and cock up to the base in me.

Tonight, I am that I want.