Mikki_Irish's Blog

REVELRY

I do the hippy chick thing, try to get the cobra out ‘the wicker.
I do the natural thing, wondrin’ what she’ll taste like when I lick her?

She’s amusingly coy. She’s a wonderful joy.
She’s a lovely toy. She’s a girl and a boy.

She does the sissy girl thing, hopin’ I will be her mentor.
She does the natural thing, wondrin’ what I’ll feel like when I enter?
He does the pretty boy thing, checks his image in the mirror.
He does the natural thing, wondrin’ how much he should fear her?

She’s amusingly coy. She’s a wonderful joy.
She’s a lovely toy. She’s a girl and a boy.

They do that voyeuring thing, watchin’ as we get our grooves on.
They do the natural thing, wondrin’ who they’ll put their moves on?
We do the revelry thing… see, hear, touch, smell and taste us.
We do the natural thing, wondrin’ how long this has chased us?

She’s amusingly coy. She’s a wonderful joy.
She’s a lovely toy. She’s a girl and a boy.

I do the hippy chick thing. She does the sissy girl thing. He does the pretty boy thing. They do that voyeuring thing. We do the revelry thing.

Revelry… revelry… revelry…
Oh, yes! … I’ve been wanting to do this for years!

Copyright 2021
Mikki Irish

I have a friend, a sub, who incessantly addresses me as ma'am during play, in messages, in comments. While endearing, it is only a role they wish me to fill for them. It isn't real to me, other than me fulfilling their desire to feel dominated. I am fine with that, and happy to oblige.

Yet our real connection is mental or psychological, maybe even spiritual? We have tapped into each other's inner selves at times and fully let go and shared something. Our true essence? I think this is permanent, a true give and take. A part of them will always be with me, a part of me with them.

Without that true connection and fully letting go it is just sexual release. Nothing is really given or taken, other than maybe a load of semen. Nothing stays with you permanently. A thirst was quenched, but other than that it is simple, meaningless, fun.

Then again, I am a head-case. I tend to over-think and over-analyze everything, trying to understand until my brain hurts. When we meet in real life (which I hope we do), you will see that I am rather out there. I tend to stare into space a lot, in my own thoughts, oblivious.

" I want to feel your body when your orgasming and watch your eyes roll back in your head."

That was a message I received from a friend. My reply to this seemed rather insightful to me, so I decided to add it to my writings in order to get some opinion from the NTN community. My reply:

"That is so satisfying to me also.

To feel my lover's whole-body contractions, see their facial expressions of pure ecstasy, hear them (moaning, grunting, giggling?), smell the pheromones oozing from their pores, tasting their sweat and ejaculations, all the while holding them, trying to be "one" with them and capture some of their essence into my own being. All five senses

I recently had an encounter where my lover was feeling sorry for me that I had never reached orgasm during our allotted time for play. I assured him that his "sharing" of his own orgasm was sooo satisfying to me! I was the one who should be feeling sorry for him. I hadn't given him the same.

I realized I was feeling satisfied and content without ever reaching climax and he was leaving feeling somewhat unsatisfied even though he HAD reached orgasm. The concept of your own orgasm being the sign of one's sexual satisfaction is misconstrued. You don't need to "get off" to have a truly satisfying sexual encounter, and similarly, "getting off" is not a true measure of satisfaction."

-Mikki

This is the notice I have posted on my social media feeds. Feel free to use it yourself before Admin removes it from here.



There is a website called NewTransNudes.com that is supposed to be a safe haven for the trans community to share content and stories and chat, etc.

It has come to attention recently that the site is only posting content from M2F trans and has been deleting content from F2M trans for not having "enough feminine attributes" WTF? This is supposed to be a trans website and true trans members are having content removed for being not "feminine" enough.

We (members of the site who disagree with this discrimination) have aired concerns to the Admin of the site, to no avail so far. We have also showed our solidarity to the offended and showed our support. We are hoping to get Admin attention to our grievance and are hoping to bombard them with F2M content so they are forced to take notice.

I ask any F2M trans persons who would be willing to join or to post content on this site to please do so. There is no cost to become a member of the site, though there are premium paid options available. Note: Your uploaded content may likely be deleted for not being "feminine" enough. My hope is to have enough F2M members and content being uploaded that Admin wakes up and takes notice of the fact that transitioning is not only confined to his personal preference. Any trans inclusive or trans supporting website should be just that, inclusive and supporting.

If you are not F2M trans (as I am not) please pass the word to anyone you know who may be willing to join our fight on discrimination. Copy and paste or whatever and spread the word of inclusiveness on your social media.

Thank you

On my last status update I mentioned how the heat wave gave me an excuse to leave the house nearly naked. Today I came to work in my peach color daisy dukes. The shortest shorts I own. The color almost identical to my legs. A wayward glance... it appears I have no pants.. The heat index was 106, we have no air conditioning and we heat and mold plastic, so give a girl a break! I was told "those shorts are illegal in 9 states" Lmao! That was by my friend whom I blogged about before, who works for me.

We were on a tight schedule, trying to meet a deadline for tomorrow delivery and way behind. In the midst of rushing around and sweating and falling farther behind because it is too hot to work efficiently, the customer who's deadline is tomorrow shows up! To check on our progress I guess? Anyway we talk and I show him where we are and what I estimate will be accomplished in the next couple days. I have been a supplier to him for years. He knows everyone there and we smoke weed and shoot the shit all the time. So he was off talking with my daughter and grandkids. (Yes, my grandkids were at work with me. Not child labor, just my daughter couldn't get a sitter), so I got on the saw and started cutting pieces.

My saw table lines up with me just below crotch high. Anytime I cut it throws the sawdust all over my crotch and clings to the fabric in bunches. My customer finished with my daughter and made his way back to me and we were kind of going over things while I sawed his pieces. In the middle of this I feel something and look down and he is brushing the dust off my crotch! I look up at him and he doesn't make eye contact. His eyes are on my crotch and he brushes it off again, full contact with everything!

I am grinning ear to ear. I couldn't help it and I giggle. I look at him, he makes eye contact this time and smiles. I should have held his hand and guided him back, but of course that never occurred to me until afterwards. I continue my work and he wanders away. The heat becomes unbearable. I need a break and shut it down. I head to the front of my shop where it is coolest and where he went also. Unknown to me me, he had went to the corner Quick-Trip and gotten cold drinks for everyone, including he is loading my cooler with an 18-pack of Budweiser! I say "Oh Shit!". I thought I was just thinking this but it was audible because my daughter asks "what's the matter?" I tell her about the incident at the saw (I'm an open book) and how I think he wanting to get me drunk (as if that is really necessary?). I thank him and get a beer and sit down. He grabs a chair and sits down with his knees touching mine.

And....I panic! I've known this man for years. I know his wife and kids, as he does mine. I've never felt any sexual tension between us. I thought he was totally hetero. But here I am playing footsies with him, in shorts that if I get the least bit aroused I will be poking out of them, and I am aroused! I roll my chair away a bit and start conversing with my grandson at the other end of the table. Nothing happens after that except normal business related issues and he leaves, saying he'll be back tomorrow to get what we have and no worries about any backorder (that's a first!).

Now I am home. I can't stop running this through my mind. I am tempted to text him, thanking him for rubbing the sawdust off my crotch. I am wondering what to wear tomorrow, knowing he'll be back. I am thinking about his wife and kids and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about his cock in my mouth and this is a good idea. I am thinking about our business relationship and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about his cock in my hole and this is a good idea. I am thinking about our years long non-sexual friendship and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about my cock in his mouth and this is a good idea.

I don't know. The heat wave is breaking, the thunderstorms have hit already. I'll wear long pants tomorrow, but low-rise skin tight ones, make sure my bulge is bulging!

💗 Mikki☘