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Men Who Attracted to Pre-Op M2F Transsexuals are NOT Gay

Nikki Dupre — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 17:41:52 +0000

Look. I’m really sick of this shit. But I blame you guys for your own misery here. You chickenshits had better start opening your mouths and stand up for both yourselves and us on this one. Do I need to spell it out for you? Men who are attracted to ANY women – biological or pre-op trans or post-op trans – are NOT gay. Have you guys ever even met a gay person? Because if you did, you’d understand this very simple little concept. But you may say, “But, Nicole. What about the penises you sexy tranny chicks have? If a guy has sex with someone with a penis, that’s gay. Right?”

Oh, the fuck it is!!! A penis is not a human being or a gender. I don’t care if you want to sit on a fire hydrant, or if you eat corndogs and smoke cigars. Oral and anal pleasure have nothing to do with gender. If you suck my dick and I close my eyes, I can think about anyone. If I bend you over, blindfolded, and pound your asshole with my cock, I could be anyone. That’s not the point. The real question is ‘who are you attracted to’. When you walk down the street, do you get excited when you see an attractive woman or an attractive man? May I remind you closeted wussies that people keep their genitals covered in public, and that other human beings register in our minds as either female or male? Regardless of whatever fantasies you may whip up in your head about another person, you can’t escape the gender they’re projecting. If your wife or girlfriend fucks you in the ass with a strap-on, you were still fucked by a woman. Your asshole has no say in the matter. You do understand that, don’t you?

Or is this about you being insecure? That’s what it is. Isn’t it? You self-centered fucking prick! You’re afraid someone will call you “gay”. Aren’t you?!? Well, this is exactly why I humiliate and abuse many of you submissives within inches of your pathetic, insignificant lives! You are aren’t worthy of kissing my shiny, spike-heeled boots!!!

http://nicole-dupre.com/

Smokin’ SHEMALES!

nikkiD — Sun, 16 May 2010 02:33:34 +0000

I think smoking is sexy. Sharon Stone, Marlene Dietrich, Madonna, and Kathleen Turner are just some of the names that come to mind when I think of how erotic it can be to watch a pair gorgeous CSL wrapped around cigarette. And before you start in on me with the Surgeon General’s warning, or start bitching about second hand smoke, let me light up a Marlboro and blow a big billowing cloud into your face. Save the medical speech for someone who cares. I have an oral fixation. And if I’m not eating, talking, or sucking on a big, juicy cock; I want a damn cigarette. Even a cigar every once in a while helps me keep my sanity. But you say, “Nicole, what about cancer? What about alienating all of the non-smokers every time you light up?” Well it seems to me that automobile accidents and terrorism are doing a fine job of causing misery and death. So if I want a fucking cigarette, I’ll damn well have one.

Which brings me to my new favorite shemale porn website, ShemaleSmoke.com. Cool dude, stud, and accomplished pornographer, DJ Asia is bringing you the goods with this website. Take a look at these smokin’ hot shemale smokers, and take a deep breath. And when you’re done jerking off and sitting there with your eyes crossed, tell me if the Surgeon General ever provided you with a nut-busting quite like the one you’ll get on this killer new website. Ok. Time to smoke some cock and chill.

Your cock is in between her fingers.

Time to do a little "smoking" yourself. Pucker up, sweetheart.

Tattooed Hypnodomme by Fubar Brass

nikkiD — Fri, 14 May 2010 04:40:50 +0000

tattooed hypnodomme

I received this in March of 2010 as an email. – N.D.

… a fantasy inspired by the amazing photographs on your site, the opening minutes of an encounter (and i love that You have Bob Dobbs tattooed near Your left shoulder — so cool)!

—————————-

The tattooed Goddess opens the door after hearing his knock — four times, exactly as She had instructed — and lets him enter a few steps. he places a small gift bag on the floor beside him. Walking up behind him, She picks up the bag — chocolates, and a card containing Her tribute. She stands behind him, runs Her fingers through his hair, lettng Her long nails gently tickle his scalp, running them down to just below one of his ears.

A moment later, She wraps something soft but snug being wrapped around his throat — a velvet choker, the cool steel half-rings hanging from its front and back tingling as She locks it around his neck. She ties a blindfold over his eyes and around his head, knowing She is wrapping his eyes in a sensation of velvet, and would be listening to the slow, deliberate click, click of Her heels as She walks around him and attaches a leash to the front ring of the choker. She gives one gentle tug to the leash, and he follows. She leads him into a small room, unclasps the leash, then, moving behind him, removes the blindfold, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She brings the bag over to Her favorite chair and decides to indulge herself, removes and opens the box of chocolates, and enjoys one of the beautifully crafted handmade candies. She looks inside the bag, and smiles as She sees he brought the toy She had commanded him to buy.

A few minutes later, She hears him knock twice — again, precisely as instructed. She opens the door to see him standing with his back to Her, wearing the stockings and garter belt She had left in the room with a note saying simply, “Wear these.” She again runs Her nails up and down his back, then replaces the blindfold, clips a pair of dangly rings to his earlobes and slides bangles around his right wrist. She teases his earlobes, making the rings swing back and forth, then walks around to his front, refastens the leash, gesturing again for him to follow Her.

She leads him to the front of same large chair in the main room, to a pillow laying on the floor just in front of it, with enough room in front for Her to stand and be seated comfortably. She stops himwith a single finger to the top of the bridge of his nose, and pulling downward on the leash induces hin th kneel on the pillow.

She walks around and seats herself, then removes the blindfold, letting him see the Goddess in Her overwhelming beauty. She sees his eyes are dazzled by the intricate, vivid tattoos that cover Her torso, small portions concealed by a garter belt attached to sheer stockings and open-toe heels. She sees his eyes locked on Her professionally manicured fingers.

She holds them closer to his eyes, moving them as if She were slowly playing the piano. Her nails, long and done in a dark, shimmering polish, reflect the room light into his eyes as She moved them about.

She slowly moves Her undulating fingers up Her chest to Her nipples, which She begins to tease as She begins to lean a little toward him. She sees he cannot remove his eyes from Her mesmerizing nails, and takes Her right hand from Her hardened nipple, pointing at Her other, impelling him to stare at it. As he watches, She takes one of his hands, raises it to his own breast, and guides one of his finger to circle his own nipple at the same speed with which She keeps hers hard. Removing Her hand, he begins to tease his already hard nipple as She takes his other hand, guiding him to do the same. His eyes remain locked on the nails of Her right hand as he masturbates his tits in Her rhythm.

She moves Her right hand next to the fingers teasing Her breast, gesturing as if casting a spell, his eyes now captured by Her other hand, which moves toward Her dark, gypsy-like eyes, now gazing at his, drawing Her new slave deeper under Her spell. She cocks Her head to one side, moving the trance-inducing hand toward his eyes, inches from them. After a few seconds, She lays a finger on the center of his lower lip, rubbing a slow cirle around his mouth as She opens hers, stopping the circle She has drawn on his lips at the center of the lower one, pressing down gently. She watches his mouth open in imitation of his Goddess, his eyes staring into hers, his body completely under Her control. She contemplates the hypnotized ultrasubmissive’s lips, and considers the possibility of painting them to help train him to give Her perfect head…

… a fantasy inspired by the amazing photographs on your site, the opening minutes of an encounter (and i love that You have Bob Dobbs tattooed near Your left shoulder — so cool)!

—————————-

The tattooed Goddess opens the door after hearing his knock — four times, exactly as She had instructed — and lets him enter a few steps. he places a small gift bag on the floor beside him. Walking up behind him, She picks up the bag — chocolates, and a card containing Her tribute. She stands behind him, runs Her fingers through his hair, lettng Her long nails gently tickle his scalp, running them down to just below one of his ears.

A moment later, She wraps something soft but snug being wrapped around his throat — a velvet choker, the cool steel half-rings hanging from its front and back tingling as She locks it around his neck. She ties a blindfold over his eyes and around his head, knowing She is wrapping his eyes in a sensation of velvet, and would be listening to the slow, deliberate click, click of Her heels as She walks around him and attaches a leash to the front ring of the choker. She gives one gentle tug to the leash, and he follows. She leads him into a small room, unclasps the leash, then, moving behind him, removes the blindfold, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She brings the bag over to Her favorite chair and decides to indulge herself, removes and opens the box of chocolates, and enjoys one of the beautifully crafted handmade candies. She looks inside the bag, and smiles as She sees he brought the toy She had commanded him to buy.

A few minutes later, She hears him knock twice — again, precisely as instructed. She opens the door to see him standing with his back to Her, wearing the stockings and garter belt She had left in the room with a note saying simply, “Wear these.” She again runs Her nails up and down his back, then replaces the blindfold, clips a pair of dangly rings to his earlobes and slides bangles around his right wrist. She teases his earlobes, making the rings swing back and forth, then walks around to his front, refastens the leash, gesturing again for him to follow Her.

She leads him to the front of same large chair in the main room, to a pillow laying on the floor just in front of it, with enough room in front for Her to stand and be seated comfortably. She stops himwith a single finger to the top of the bridge of his nose, and pulling downward on the leash induces hin th kneel on the pillow.

She walks around and seats herself, then removes the blindfold, letting him see the Goddess in Her overwhelming beauty. She sees his eyes are dazzled by the intricate, vivid tattoos that cover Her torso, small portions concealed by a garter belt attached to sheer stockings and open-toe heels. She sees his eyes locked on Her professionally manicured fingers.

She holds them closer to his eyes, moving them as if She were slowly playing the piano. Her nails, long and done in a dark, shimmering polish, reflect the room light into his eyes as She moved them about.

She slowly moves Her undulating fingers up Her chest to Her nipples, which She begins to tease as She begins to lean a little toward him. She sees he cannot remove his eyes from Her mesmerizing nails, and takes Her right hand from Her hardened nipple, pointing at Her other, impelling him to stare at it. As he watches, She takes one of his hands, raises it to his own breast, and guides one of his finger to circle his own nipple at the same speed with which She keeps hers hard. Removing Her hand, he begins to tease his already hard nipple as She takes his other hand, guiding him to do the same. His eyes remain locked on the nails of Her right hand as he masturbates his tits in Her rhythm.

She moves Her right hand next to the fingers teasing Her breast, gesturing as if casting a spell, his eyes now captured by Her other hand, which moves toward Her dark, gypsy-like eyes, now gazing at his, drawing Her new slave deeper under Her spell. She cocks Her head to one side, moving the trance-inducing hand toward his eyes, inches from them. After a few seconds, She lays a finger on the center of his lower lip, rubbing a slow cirle around his mouth as She opens hers, stopping the circle She has drawn on his lips at the center of the lower one, pressing down gently. She watches his mouth open in imitation of his Goddess, his eyes staring into hers, his body completely under Her control. She contemplates the hypnotized ultrasubmissive’s lips, and considers the possibility of painting them to help train him to give Her perfect head…

Tattooed Hypnodomme

This Week’s Update: Cleaning Filth, Yet Being Filthy

Nikki Dupre — Wed, 05 May 2010 21:59:34 +0000

Let’s face facts. I’m a filthy whore; a slut and a skank. I can’t even do something as simple as dust the living room without slurping on all kinds of things, and shoving stuff into my various orifices. What are we going to do with me? Huh? ‘Oh, dear. Oh, dear’ Yes, I’m a pervert. A filthy shemale degenerate with no shame, and a little puttanaza who’s obsessed with sex. Well, sue me – because, when I’m done cleaning house, you’ll be able to eat off the damn floor. And who knows? Maybe I’ll MAKE YOU eat actually eat… ’stuff’ off of the floor! I’m kinda twisted and sadistic that way. Now put your nose to the terrazzo and lick my 5″ heels, motherfucker!

Slurp

Cleaning Filth, and Being Filthy

Cleaning Crew Slut

Working Out the Kinks

nikkiD — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 19:41:30 +0000

I looooove me some TSKINK.com! It’s a site that’s definitely up there when I think about depraved shemale domination. Face it, you wimpy bottoms. Ruthlessness and wickedness are exactly what you need to keep you pounding your puds when you go online. And watching these dominas spit in and slap the faces of these bottom boys is one of the main attractions imho. Cowboys may break broncos, but these Tgirls break bottom ASS! Wanna see how? Please be advised, they show absolutely no mercy as they bind these punks up and make them grovel on their bellies. Girls, you may need to hold on to your boyfriends tightly when they get to bed tonight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. lol

Nicole Dupre’s BLOWJOBS

Nikki Dupre — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:36:44 +0000

As anyone who knows me well knows, I fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE oral sex. Yes indeed, I do love receiving head but, man-oh-Manishevitz, I sure do love giving it too. Yesterday was a perfect example. I’m in my hotel room on East 30th St, and the phone rings. A gentleman by the name of Andrew calls and says he wants to come over and give me top-notch fellatio, and swears that I will think he was the best ever. Well, truth be told, the best oral I’ve ever received was from another pre-op transsexual. But that’s another story for another blog, and I’ll get around to sharing that one too eventually. But here’s what happened yesterday with Andrew. Btw, pay no mind to the part where I told him to get out. I was just kidding. Five minutes later, I felt the need to suck some cock, and told him to take his clothes off again, and kick back on the king size bed. Here’s most of what I said…

RECEIVING:

Start by licking the head… There you go. Good boy.

Now, start sucking it about half way, and do nice things with your tongue. Atta’ boy. Very nice.

Now go down, all the way, until you get to the base of my shaft… Stop! Stop right there… Just stay there for a moment, and look up into my eyes…

“I love you” too, my dear.

Ok. Get a nice motion going, sweetheart… There you go. Make it feel like I’m fucking your mouth…. YES!!!

Now… suck it until it explodes with cum in the back of your throat.

Very nice. That was wooooonderful.

Ok. Now get the fuck out of here. I’ve got shit to do.

Thanks.

Ok. Now, as I said, I couldn’t let the guy walk away without a little payback. I mean, I can be a cunt, but i’m not a heartless cunt. So here’s how it went when I got Andy back in the sack…

GIVING:

Daddy, just lie back.

You know your girl wants to make you feel good. I’m sorry I was so mean a little earlier. Please, my darling. Allow me to make it up to you? Please?

Let me see if I can find a way… In fact, I think I have an idea!

Well, what do we have here?!?

Wow… You have a beautiful cock. Have I ever told you that?

“Always”? lol… I know. lol I can be so silly. My friends all tell me that I talk too much, and that I have what you’d call an… oral compulsion. I talk too much, and sometimes I smoke too much too.

But, daddy. Let me show you what else I can do with my mouth. I think you’ll like it better than the talking or the smoking.

I’m going to put my tongue on the head of that cock. Ok? I’ll be gentle. Promise…

You liked that? lol I’m glad. But I want that cock inside of my mouth, ok? Let me start by just putting in up to right below the head…

There. Felt nice, right? Ok. Again, but this time I want to massage it right below the head with my tongue. Tell me if it feels good like that…

lol Wow. You liked that little massage, I see. Huh? I’m glad. Now I’m going to go further, all the way the the base, and just let it sit there. But then I’m gonna slowly go back up with lots of suction, and wait until I feel it throb inside my mouth. And when I get half way up? I’m gonna go up and down on it. Every time, it will touch the back of my throat, and when I get back up to the upper neck, my tongue is gonna go kinda crazy…

Wow!!! You really liked that, I see. lol How about I do that again and again, until you’re ready to explode?…

Yay!!! Good for you, daddy! That sure is a lot of hot white cum you shot!

Thank you daddy… I love to make you feel good, because I love you so much.

Well, there you have it, folks. I suppose in keeping with holiday season, the lesson to be learned here may just well be that “It is far better to give than to receive”? I dunno. Personally, I really big on BOTH! lol

God bless us, everyone!