Hello!! I love stories...I'll pass you mine
Hello to everyone!! My story isn't a story “it's reality,”. I'm 54, separated, living alone and I got used to living alone…enjoy solitude . I want to stand in my reality and have you (the one reading) put yourself in my place.
We all know what Crossdresser means, liking lingerie, shoes, and leather... but no one writes about the reality of these cases.
We were born men and due to circumstances of life (mischief, fevers, abuses, or whatever you want to call it) we have these tastes that for many is 'taste' for others is reality...no matter how we call it, it should be respected.
In my case, my first time 'mounting' was at 15 years old...the truth is that I still feel that tremendous excitement when mounting with tacos, lingerie, makeup. Tangas, I understand that when you experience these things, it's what one really feels and so it demonstrates, time passes and I always did, buying some other thing but never can be in front of someone..I didn't get excited about a bunch of things, real case of questions I asked myself: ...how do you make yourself stand in front of someone dressed as a woman?...how to make them understand that what I feel inside is pure?...how to explain that I want him to be inside me without hurting myself?...how to make the one in front of me know that I'm not looking to hurt...
I wanted to be with the well-produced one, knowing what it feels like to kiss when being produced, in short, thousands of things, all this ended up in something 'tremendous masturbation.' That's where everything ended.
Now then, let's get to the Psychological...a lot of factors intervene here...one of them is:
He who feels good does it
or else
He who likes and doesn't bother is not harmed at all.
...but really when we see each other badly... really are we fine?...in my case I went through all the stages...fat, thin, flaccid, athletic...every night alone were sessions of fever (alone) with women's clothing, sandals, sexual toys, movies...but always SOLO...
I spent time and met someone who I told my tastes to and we agreed on many things...we got to know each other, talked, went out as friends and like any heat left us for doing it well...what does 'doing it well' mean...(giving me pleasure)...
Now we're with the mirror... once we met, we talked and even tried on some rich kisses in his car, then it was time to start seeing myself in the mirror, maybe it's nerves or that but when I saw myself in the mirror (knowing I'd see someone else) I just said NO WAY...SINCERELY IT ALL FELL APART FOR ME...it was something that made me laugh at myself like crying...why? Simple...I felt good inside like a woman but outside I was a guy dressed up as cute!!!!, with heels and lingerie...HORRIBLE!!!! A SOAP WITH BODY.. Believe me, I was so depressed that I laughed alone...how did I solve it...SEN-CI-LO...I told the truth and nothing else happened...(here between us, ...some good laughs in the car maybe with a happy ending and done)...
PHASE WANTING TO BE WANTED
I started wanting myself...I needed to accept myself,,I wanted to show myself and enjoy what I always wanted…to feel like a woman with a man, well satisfied. Hug him, kiss him, talk, give him oral sex, let him ask for whatever he wants but being satisfied.
I'm spending time, started a diet, gym... I started depilating my whole body including my arms. Exfoliating massages with creams, treatments on my legs to make them perfect, in my Booty I began to perform treatments that cost fortunes and I don't even know what they're called they put electrodes, creams... (Let's be honest... the pimples on us in our Booty are mortal and ugly!!!) I mean trying to feel better... I spent time and started noticing changes... my shirts and pants were dancing. I felt better, there I began to see myself again in the mirror taking confidence in producing, for example... a fitted body molds your body I started adjusting it with thread and needle... a bra helps a lot more... having hair up is sexier, stockings with suspenders, open sandals with straps and type needle lifts my Booty... anyway I felt good and my orgasms were APOCALIPTIC...
CANDIDATE SEARCH PHASE
Okay if we go by the search...we have thousands of photos with erect members, lustful, full of liquids that don't tell me anything...to others maybe yes...but what I was looking for that other thing...time passed...chats, messages, photos without sense...MARRIED...thousands!!!! But I couldn't find him 'the'...
The time passed and I was happy with my change until I found him in a chat (which I never entered...nor knew)!!!...a 66-year-old widower...prolific, very correct to speak...half-archaic...I loved how we chatted, I liked him since the first time I met him...he seemed pleasant, I respect my times always...we met in a square, talked a lot about everything, went to the movies, to lunch, and so on, several days passed where we got to know each other very well, then after telling him my whole story (he told me his) he agreed that we would intimate (imagine!!) and that I could fulfill my fantasy...that is, it wouldn't be the first but it would be my first time mounted in front of a man.
The DAY HAS ARRIVED
The day so loved by me has arrived... we agreed that he would come to the house at 7:00 PM, it was 12:00 noon and I was already in the shower... I depilated my entire body... I remember staying in the bathtub for the soap to absorb more... I painted my toenails, my fingernails, pulled all my hair back... I made up as well as I could without being too obvious, wore a black set of underwear, bodysuit and beautiful black sandals...
I felt like a goddess walking and feeling my tacos, I felt something unique, that day my beloved arrived at 19:00 on the dot, was left impacted when I opened... he looked at me and remained mute. I loved his kisses... That inside me rejoiced, the encounter was lovely because I felt good... could do everything I wanted... kiss, lick, hug, feel that heat from the other... feel my tacos walking with him by the hand to my bedroom drove me crazy. It was very sweet with me.. doing oral sex produced something I recommend because it's incredible how you perceive much more excitement, like dominating... being bent over and practicing oral sex has absolute domination... feeling that aroma that delights us... I like everything about him....
The moment of penetration was different from all... (perhaps with pain because I didn't imagine it would be endowed) but he took care of me, treated me with respect... he helped me with my hand to penetrate sincerely I understood and took care of me... it was very hygienic... what I most remember is seeing myself in the mirror having him inside me... feeling that liquid inside me was something wonderful, feeling him shudder and knowing he was finishing inside me was indescribable... I loved listening to the lubrication noise... I remember when I pulled out his member he lay down and what I mostly have as a flash is getting up with my legs going to the bathroom to clean myself produced!!!! ...it's incredible how beautiful that moment was, sitting on the bidet cleaning myself produced... I recommend it.
As you may notice I don't use strong words but I think they're sincere and direct words of what I lived in 'my first produced time'.
Hello to everyone!! My story isn't a story “it's reality,”. I'm 54, separated, living alone and I got used to living alone…enjoy solitude . I want to stand in my reality and have you (the one reading) put yourself in my place.
We all know what Crossdresser means, liking lingerie, shoes, and leather... but no one writes about the reality of these cases.
We were born men and due to circumstances of life (mischief, fevers, abuses, or whatever you want to call it) we have these tastes that for many is 'taste' for others is reality...no matter how we call it, it should be respected.
In my case, my first time 'mounting' was at 15 years old...the truth is that I still feel that tremendous excitement when mounting with tacos, lingerie, makeup. Tangas, I understand that when you experience these things, it's what one really feels and so it demonstrates, time passes and I always did, buying some other thing but never can be in front of someone..I didn't get excited about a bunch of things, real case of questions I asked myself: ...how do you make yourself stand in front of someone dressed as a woman?...how to make them understand that what I feel inside is pure?...how to explain that I want him to be inside me without hurting myself?...how to make the one in front of me know that I'm not looking to hurt...
I wanted to be with the well-produced one, knowing what it feels like to kiss when being produced, in short, thousands of things, all this ended up in something 'tremendous masturbation.' That's where everything ended.
Now then, let's get to the Psychological...a lot of factors intervene here...one of them is:
He who feels good does it
or else
He who likes and doesn't bother is not harmed at all.
...but really when we see each other badly... really are we fine?...in my case I went through all the stages...fat, thin, flaccid, athletic...every night alone were sessions of fever (alone) with women's clothing, sandals, sexual toys, movies...but always SOLO...
I spent time and met someone who I told my tastes to and we agreed on many things...we got to know each other, talked, went out as friends and like any heat left us for doing it well...what does 'doing it well' mean...(giving me pleasure)...
Now we're with the mirror... once we met, we talked and even tried on some rich kisses in his car, then it was time to start seeing myself in the mirror, maybe it's nerves or that but when I saw myself in the mirror (knowing I'd see someone else) I just said NO WAY...SINCERELY IT ALL FELL APART FOR ME...it was something that made me laugh at myself like crying...why? Simple...I felt good inside like a woman but outside I was a guy dressed up as cute!!!!, with heels and lingerie...HORRIBLE!!!! A SOAP WITH BODY.. Believe me, I was so depressed that I laughed alone...how did I solve it...SEN-CI-LO...I told the truth and nothing else happened...(here between us, ...some good laughs in the car maybe with a happy ending and done)...
PHASE WANTING TO BE WANTED
I started wanting myself...I needed to accept myself,,I wanted to show myself and enjoy what I always wanted…to feel like a woman with a man, well satisfied. Hug him, kiss him, talk, give him oral sex, let him ask for whatever he wants but being satisfied.
I'm spending time, started a diet, gym... I started depilating my whole body including my arms. Exfoliating massages with creams, treatments on my legs to make them perfect, in my Booty I began to perform treatments that cost fortunes and I don't even know what they're called they put electrodes, creams... (Let's be honest... the pimples on us in our Booty are mortal and ugly!!!) I mean trying to feel better... I spent time and started noticing changes... my shirts and pants were dancing. I felt better, there I began to see myself again in the mirror taking confidence in producing, for example... a fitted body molds your body I started adjusting it with thread and needle... a bra helps a lot more... having hair up is sexier, stockings with suspenders, open sandals with straps and type needle lifts my Booty... anyway I felt good and my orgasms were APOCALIPTIC...
CANDIDATE SEARCH PHASE
Okay if we go by the search...we have thousands of photos with erect members, lustful, full of liquids that don't tell me anything...to others maybe yes...but what I was looking for that other thing...time passed...chats, messages, photos without sense...MARRIED...thousands!!!! But I couldn't find him 'the'...
The time passed and I was happy with my change until I found him in a chat (which I never entered...nor knew)!!!...a 66-year-old widower...prolific, very correct to speak...half-archaic...I loved how we chatted, I liked him since the first time I met him...he seemed pleasant, I respect my times always...we met in a square, talked a lot about everything, went to the movies, to lunch, and so on, several days passed where we got to know each other very well, then after telling him my whole story (he told me his) he agreed that we would intimate (imagine!!) and that I could fulfill my fantasy...that is, it wouldn't be the first but it would be my first time mounted in front of a man.
The DAY HAS ARRIVED
The day so loved by me has arrived... we agreed that he would come to the house at 7:00 PM, it was 12:00 noon and I was already in the shower... I depilated my entire body... I remember staying in the bathtub for the soap to absorb more... I painted my toenails, my fingernails, pulled all my hair back... I made up as well as I could without being too obvious, wore a black set of underwear, bodysuit and beautiful black sandals...
I felt like a goddess walking and feeling my tacos, I felt something unique, that day my beloved arrived at 19:00 on the dot, was left impacted when I opened... he looked at me and remained mute. I loved his kisses... That inside me rejoiced, the encounter was lovely because I felt good... could do everything I wanted... kiss, lick, hug, feel that heat from the other... feel my tacos walking with him by the hand to my bedroom drove me crazy. It was very sweet with me.. doing oral sex produced something I recommend because it's incredible how you perceive much more excitement, like dominating... being bent over and practicing oral sex has absolute domination... feeling that aroma that delights us... I like everything about him....
The moment of penetration was different from all... (perhaps with pain because I didn't imagine it would be endowed) but he took care of me, treated me with respect... he helped me with my hand to penetrate sincerely I understood and took care of me... it was very hygienic... what I most remember is seeing myself in the mirror having him inside me... feeling that liquid inside me was something wonderful, feeling him shudder and knowing he was finishing inside me was indescribable... I loved listening to the lubrication noise... I remember when I pulled out his member he lay down and what I mostly have as a flash is getting up with my legs going to the bathroom to clean myself produced!!!! ...it's incredible how beautiful that moment was, sitting on the bidet cleaning myself produced... I recommend it.
As you may notice I don't use strong words but I think they're sincere and direct words of what I lived in 'my first produced time'.
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