From there to here..... From here to where......?
Hello. Unable to accurately recall when, how or why this 'adventure' began.Wickedly magical as it is. I do know that the first time i opened the Pandoras box, that was then my Mums lengerei and underwear drawers was an unforgetable, undeniably irreversable step. That was probably a year or so before high school. I always wanted to be the women in the 'tody mags'. Or on any old VHS pornos i caught as a teenager. Always in secret. Then.
Never struggling to find attractive, regular gg girlfriends, even wives helped cover my inner torment. At times torturing denial. Anyways always attracted by women, it became unrelentingly apparent i was arroused by the thought of wanting to wear their clothes. To have their bodies. To feel and look pretty and sexy and yes, slutty. Blessed with toned legs and a slenderish frame. A healthy, fit physique i began to yearn and crave the times my Ex wife left me alone. With her gorgeous wardrobe and collection of heels, boots and shoes. Until the moment she caught me! Gulp indeed! Divorced and humiliated, and not in a wholesome kinky way! Yikes!
I visited 'escorts'. And got extremely turned on 'going down' on them. No matter how busy they had been. Especially whilst wearing their slinky, sassy, clingy underwear. The spiral continually , if gradually intensifying. So many purges proving but expensive and futile. When would i finally be courageous enough to become who i knew i had always been?
One frightening, deliciously affirming afternoon i visited a Tgirl fetish store nearby. That was a pivotal moment. Equal to the discovery of Mums lengerei collection. It was a safeish place to store any new clothes for an affordable fee. The lady owner was always warm and helpful. She was the first to ever help me dress. The first time she helped me squeeze into my first made to measure corset was..... well. Devine. A time or three, when funds and 'vanilla life' with all its commitments and responiblities allowed, i would have a proper make over under her expert and kind tuition. How i really did love these moments. After collecting falses, cases of knicks and stockings and corsets and heels. All high, i can walk, strut, mince in 6 and even 7 inch slut boots, stilletoes, strapy evening heels and, well my favourite pairs of platform ankle boots quite confidently. With even a 'lil' wiggle and sway on my better days. Wigs, collars, bodystockings, mini dresses, hobble dresses, and a couple of fetish dresses and skirts i busily and joyously bought and collected.
Across the car park from the fetish shop was a Transvestite fetish club. Another particularly defining afternoon. Having been persuaded by the lady owner. Plucking up the courage i actually visited the club. The sex club! Nervous beyond words i smoothed and shaved in the rather dingy showers provided. I dressed. A little annebriated and.... My heart thudding out of my chest as i left the showers as femme as id ever looked. Wearing a brand spanking lace and pvc black minidress. So short and tight over a crotchless bodystocking. Expertly tucked and wonderously excited i ventured into the bar area. There i began to share some pprs with a good looking, older dominant Transgirl. We went outside for a smoke together. We chatted, she seemed to know exactly what i was and wanted. I remember wanting to kiss her! Wanting her to kiss me. She showed me around the place. A cinema room playing Shemale porn. A small bar area. A couple of glory rooms. A room with a large covered bed that had windows all around. Then, THE room! She took me in. It was packed with scintilatingly erotic machines and bondage concoctions! She began to blindfold and tie me to some of them. Blindfolded as she spanked my pert sissy bottom. This experience was more mouth watering than i ever dreamed it! Her experience and experteese was infactuating! On my knees and slightly restrained, the cheeks of my bum red from her crop, i crawled on all fours and was told to kiss up her legs. When i got to her white knickers... oh dear reader i just wanted her shecock in my mouth.... After i had..... Turning around there were half a dozen men, a couple jerking off at the door. They had been watching how long?? Instructed to walk behind my new Mistress we went back to the bar. How many people had been watching my degrading, delightful humiliation.....
Due to circumstance, some crazy Corona shit saw my little peace of heaven sadly shut! So what was a 'gurl' to do.....
Tbc.....
Please anyone interested to hear the next, more recent and far more juicy and equaly sincere happenings of my delicious, tantalisingly fithy sensual. Gorgeously sexual 'development' do say. Or, and relay to me any of your truths, your fears and desires.... or any parts you may relate too ?
Never struggling to find attractive, regular gg girlfriends, even wives helped cover my inner torment. At times torturing denial. Anyways always attracted by women, it became unrelentingly apparent i was arroused by the thought of wanting to wear their clothes. To have their bodies. To feel and look pretty and sexy and yes, slutty. Blessed with toned legs and a slenderish frame. A healthy, fit physique i began to yearn and crave the times my Ex wife left me alone. With her gorgeous wardrobe and collection of heels, boots and shoes. Until the moment she caught me! Gulp indeed! Divorced and humiliated, and not in a wholesome kinky way! Yikes!
I visited 'escorts'. And got extremely turned on 'going down' on them. No matter how busy they had been. Especially whilst wearing their slinky, sassy, clingy underwear. The spiral continually , if gradually intensifying. So many purges proving but expensive and futile. When would i finally be courageous enough to become who i knew i had always been?
One frightening, deliciously affirming afternoon i visited a Tgirl fetish store nearby. That was a pivotal moment. Equal to the discovery of Mums lengerei collection. It was a safeish place to store any new clothes for an affordable fee. The lady owner was always warm and helpful. She was the first to ever help me dress. The first time she helped me squeeze into my first made to measure corset was..... well. Devine. A time or three, when funds and 'vanilla life' with all its commitments and responiblities allowed, i would have a proper make over under her expert and kind tuition. How i really did love these moments. After collecting falses, cases of knicks and stockings and corsets and heels. All high, i can walk, strut, mince in 6 and even 7 inch slut boots, stilletoes, strapy evening heels and, well my favourite pairs of platform ankle boots quite confidently. With even a 'lil' wiggle and sway on my better days. Wigs, collars, bodystockings, mini dresses, hobble dresses, and a couple of fetish dresses and skirts i busily and joyously bought and collected.
Across the car park from the fetish shop was a Transvestite fetish club. Another particularly defining afternoon. Having been persuaded by the lady owner. Plucking up the courage i actually visited the club. The sex club! Nervous beyond words i smoothed and shaved in the rather dingy showers provided. I dressed. A little annebriated and.... My heart thudding out of my chest as i left the showers as femme as id ever looked. Wearing a brand spanking lace and pvc black minidress. So short and tight over a crotchless bodystocking. Expertly tucked and wonderously excited i ventured into the bar area. There i began to share some pprs with a good looking, older dominant Transgirl. We went outside for a smoke together. We chatted, she seemed to know exactly what i was and wanted. I remember wanting to kiss her! Wanting her to kiss me. She showed me around the place. A cinema room playing Shemale porn. A small bar area. A couple of glory rooms. A room with a large covered bed that had windows all around. Then, THE room! She took me in. It was packed with scintilatingly erotic machines and bondage concoctions! She began to blindfold and tie me to some of them. Blindfolded as she spanked my pert sissy bottom. This experience was more mouth watering than i ever dreamed it! Her experience and experteese was infactuating! On my knees and slightly restrained, the cheeks of my bum red from her crop, i crawled on all fours and was told to kiss up her legs. When i got to her white knickers... oh dear reader i just wanted her shecock in my mouth.... After i had..... Turning around there were half a dozen men, a couple jerking off at the door. They had been watching how long?? Instructed to walk behind my new Mistress we went back to the bar. How many people had been watching my degrading, delightful humiliation.....
Due to circumstance, some crazy Corona shit saw my little peace of heaven sadly shut! So what was a 'gurl' to do.....
Tbc.....
Please anyone interested to hear the next, more recent and far more juicy and equaly sincere happenings of my delicious, tantalisingly fithy sensual. Gorgeously sexual 'development' do say. Or, and relay to me any of your truths, your fears and desires.... or any parts you may relate too ?
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