Sexual Relationships 
Sexual Health 
Some openness about the “sex” life of 1 trans girl who has been on hormones for years and still has a penis.
I’m MtF. I started hormones in January 2016. I was 19 years old at that time.
When I was still living with these male hormones in my body I was consistently horny and the sensations were always very localized and restricted to the glans. Masturbating was more of a must than of a want. It was something that I had to do to calm the urges. Once I was finished, there was no afterglow nothing. Just like when you drank and your thirst was lessened. The masturbation was a “must do” in order to end the annoying noise that was the “constant thought about sex” and it was a way of getting it out of my system, this horniness, so that I could concentrate on something else. My male libido was always more of a burden than a blessing to me. I absolutely hated when those pesky erections popped up, while thinking about some sexy scenario. My penis has never felt like a part of my body, so when I noticed it getting erect everytime I had naughty thoughts, it was like salt had been spread through my open wound. The open wound was my penis, the salt was the erection, the horniness.
While horny teenage guys all around me were talking about “dicking down” hot girls, I wanted nothing to do with that horrible thing down there. I also never had that male sense of sexual aggression, of “wanting to stick it in someone” like I noticed in males.
From a very young age it was already clear to me that I was a girl mentally. My body didn’t match up to that feeling. I won’t however go into details about that. After all this is an article about sex. So let’s talk about sex baby, let’s talk about you and me! Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things, let’s talk about sexxxxx.
A week after I started hormones I started noticing that I no longer got morning wood. The morning flag was no longer greeting me. That felt like an instant relief. I didn’t had to walk around with an uncomfortable hard branch between my legs for half an hour anymore, before I was able to put my clothes on.
My sexual urges were also less and less common. There just wasn’t a desire for sex. It felt so peaceful, so calm. I was finally able to concentrate on other things than sex.
After a couple weeks on HRT ( hormone replacement therapy ) I noticed two hard discs behind my nipples appearing. My areolae got all puffy and were changing color. They were getting much darker. I also noticed them expanding more and more as the weeks got by. The breast growth was an interesting experience for my sex life. It hurt awfully in the beginning and it was super sore, to the point where I couldn’t even stand t-shirts some days, over my boobs.
As the months passed by my sex drive came back with a vengeance but in a new form. A softer, milder and more intense form. A form that suited my mind so much better. Getting aroused took so much longer but when the temperature was finally getting up, it was oh so much more rewarding. My sexual arousal wasn’t at all concentrated solely in the penis anymore. The penile masturbation had made place for breast play. The initial unbearable soreness in my breasts had made place for pleasurable tingling in the nipples when I was having romantic thoughts. There were also these weird little tickling waves going through my stomach all the time, when in my thoughts I was imagining myself in the arms of a tough Don Juan. Slowly stroking my nipples and wetting them with my fingers gave me these small electric pleasures through my entire upper body.
Slowly I was exploring my body more and more with my new found female hormonal balance. The rough penile masturbation by wanking it had made place for a softer and more intense form of masturbation. One that required more build up. I slowly started rubbing the head of the penis while fingering my anal entrance. Rubbing the tip provided less strong but more further reaching sexual tensions that spread throughout my legs and up to my lower stomach. I imagined myself having a vulva and playing with the clitoris while a handsome young man was simultaneously penetrating me in my thight vagina. The pleasures on estrogen feel so much more pleasurable than they ever have been on testosterone. I love edging. I will play with my “clitoris” by rubbing it gently and softly and when I’m almost going to “squirt” I end , I wait a minute and I restart. Then I start fingering my anal entrance again. This time with a magic wand, one of the pleasures I have had the honor to get to know. I slowly insert my magic wand in the first few cms of my vaginal entrance where most of the pleasurable nerves are located. I start rubbing my clit very softly and tenderly again, with much love and devotion and in my imagination a muscular Meditteranean casanova is entering my hankering vagina, while I’m laying on a chair in his patio. He enters me slowly deeper and deeper while we look each other passionately in the eyes and the tension between both of us can be felt. We both want to conquer each other. He is the boss though and I’m definitely feeling it. There is no escaping. He is entering my little garden of Eden, slowly I feel the electric tension build up in my kitty ( anus ) and in my sweet, pink little clitoral love button ( glans ) , I’m going slower and slower to make the good feelings last a bit longer. I’m slowly feeling tingly vibrations in my arms, my nipples are sticking out as far as can be and are so sensitive that it’s almost like they are dancing on my chest, I feel muscles contracting in my legs and before I know it I’m flooding, I’m squirting. I’m screaming and I’m scared the neighbours might hear me. I’m satisfied. I have been bred. I can still feel this afterparty of impressions, of endorphines and of sacral thoughtless pleasure in my entire body. I lay on the bed and let the afterglow come over me for what seems like hours - thinking about nothing, enjoying the sexual freedom of my temple, my body- while in reality it’s been only minutes and seconds that passed by.
I know one thing for sure, I absolutely prefer my newly found feminine sexuality over my old masculine sexuality. Pure bliss.
In a next article I will cover my sex life with others. For now I will let you enjoy this small excerpt from my naughty auto-erotic sex life when I’m alone and need some “me-time” ;-)
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