Okay, continuing with my story, on this occasion I'm going to relate about what happened after that Sunday afternoon.
After that great day, a sea of contradictory thoughts invaded my head. I no longer wanted to do it again but, every time I remembered that afternoon, I would get so excited that I would masturbate. I didn't assume what had happened, as if shame and guilt forced me to ignore it but, remembering it delighted me.
After weeks of thinking about everything that happened, battling my thoughts, and seeking peace in my head, it was when I found an exit and ended that storm in my head. That's when I realized I had really liked it a lot but as I said, it would only be another experience.
Again I focused on my work and started studying, which kept me busy all day, my free time was dedicated to sleeping and studying.
Months passed and I had lost most of my interest in being a girl to the point of having stopped wearing feminine clothing. Without intention of doing so, I erased from my memory that brief stage of my life, no longer remembered or ignored what happened with that man and everything that preceded it.
One morning of the following year (2022), I don't remember the date but I remember it was cold at that time, I was driving in the city, I don't remember where I was heading but I remember I was in a hurry, at that moment I decided to take an alternative route which I had never taken before, I was waiting at a traffic light and when I turned my head to the left, it was then that I saw that building.
At that moment I felt like all the memories of that forgotten stage were arriving, so sudden, strong and detailed that in my mind I could see myself standing at the door with that man waiting to enter. It felt very strange, inexplicable to me, as if a part of me had returned.
Start remembering everything that had happened, how much I enjoyed it and the bitter taste of the end. While driving, little by little I was reminiscing about that Sunday afternoon, it was inevitable to get excited again with all that I suddenly remembered, how tasty I felt being penetrated, how nice and sexy I felt wearing that dress with shoes but what excited me most at that moment is remembering him, getting hard while I was sucking him. I felt the same thing as in the elevator, pleasure and satisfaction because I had been able to please another man.
Those memories were a breaking point, from that day on the desire to be with another man started circling in my mind again but at the same time, the fear that didn't let me advance. Days passed until I finally had the opportunity to go back to being a woman. When I could, I put on the same outfit I wore that day, it was very exciting, I felt very comfortable with that clothes, my head kept remembering how tasty the walk was. I was super hot and sensitive, that was the moment where the need to please a man came back into me, again I found myself pressured by my thoughts and gave up starting the search anew.
That same night, I went back to watching those videos that I love so much and immediately ended up tilting the scales, deciding to look for someone. I thought about going back to contact my first man but it was impossible, I had no contact with him and didn't know if he would still be active on this site, so I tried not to delude myself and get to know someone new, despite all the problems that comes with that.
Rapidly the next day my search began, I took my time to draft an ad with a brief presentation of myself, describing my physical appearance and what I was looking for in a man. On my first try they treated me like a queen, very tenderly with many kisses, hugs, and caresses, this time I wanted to experience everything the opposite, feeling dominated by a man with only one goal of satisfying him, something rough with more scratches than caresses, with hair pulls and bad words. Literally I wanted to feel used as if I were a toy.
I decide to publish it and go to sleep, the next morning I wake up with many messages asking about the ad, along with many photos of beautiful penises, that's what I love. Little by little, I started responding to all of them in search of someone who would be out of my interest. Several days passed and I still hadn't found the right one, many people talked to me and then disappeared, with others I maintained a nice conversation but they didn't manage to convince me and so it remained for approximately a week. One Friday afternoon, I got a message from a user name that I thought I remembered but didn't know where from, we had a chat getting to know each other until the moment came, he sent me a photo of himself and immediately I recognized him.
It was him who knew how to make me his little girl on my first time, it was very strange, I didn't expect it, almost a year after that day and again I found myself talking to him, I wasn't sure if he remembered me so I decided at that moment to remain anonymous, we continued talking for a few hours, I'm sure he already knew who I was but the conversation was like we were getting to know each other. Until the moment arrived, I asked if he remembered that boy in the green dress and quickly recalled, he said How can I forget my Luli, that melted me. Our conversation took a turn at that moment, we were no longer strangers, quite the opposite, we knew each other pretty well. Together we began to remember our encounter and how well we had it, I took advantage of that opportunity to apologize and tell him about what happened that afternoon, also for having disappeared, he understood me, as is to be expected from a mature man like him.
This was the second time I found myself with him again, I don't know if it's fate or what but good, I told him I had a great time and loved the treatment he gave me, but this time I was looking for a different experience. I told him about what I wanted and his response was that, it wasn't very to his taste fuck like that and never did but, since it was about me he was going to try. That made me very happy, I took it as a very special moment, so that's when I decided to buy my own lingerie. Immediately after taking that decision he asked for a photo to see me again, to which I quickly responded that I should wait until I bought new lingerie to wear with him, increasing the desire between us. I also warned him about time passing, I'm not the same physically as that day, I have a few extra pounds, not many but enough to have nice tits to grab and suck, he loved that and was eager to see me.
During the next few hours, I'll look for lingerie that's within my economic reach and also something I'd like, so I decided on something common, not many pieces, easy to hide in my closet. I ordered from a sex shop in the nearest city a black lace set, a garter belt, some buccaneer stockings, and a small toy. That would be the outfit for my next encounter. Throughout that entire afternoon and early morning, we talked with whoever had decided to be my man again, telling him and explaining about this new thing I wanted to experience, both of us very hot went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and headed to the place where I had ordered my lingerie. When I arrived, I entered the place, quite masculine and serious to hide my nerves, asked for the package ordered by 'my girlfriend', did everything as fast as possible given my anxiety and fear, hid the package in my car and started back home. When I got to my house, I found out that that night I was going to have a moment of solitude, many coincidences in very little time, spent the whole afternoon holding myself back from seeing and trying on my new lingerie.
That afternoon seemed eternal to me, my man wasn't responding then I started watching porn and hypnosis to increase the temperature. Until finally it was time, my parents left without knowing what that night would bring, nor well I heard the car retreating I ran to my room to grab the very hidden package. Quickly returned to my room to open it and try on that lingerie, but in my mind I thought I have to do it well, so I got into the shower to depilate and clean myself up inside. It was very hot, I couldn't take it anymore, I quickly got out of the shower and went straight to trying on my new lingerie. I started with the set that looked really nice, followed by the stockings, it was inexplicable the excitement of feeling them going up my legs and how they were squeezing me, finally the garter belt, it cost me a lot to get the stockings on adding my anxieties that didn't let my hand stop trembling.
When I finally finished getting dressed, I realized I was missing the most important thing! My new toy and shoes. I ran to my mother's room to look for the highest heels she has and put them on. Then it was time to try it out, I took a very shiny plug from the package. I lubricated my tiny ass a little and when I brought it close to my anus, it felt cold but with a bit of pressure, I had it inside me, I was surprised because it had been a long time since I dilated my Booty. I was very excited and sensitive, feeling the fabric of my lingerie against my skin. Throughout the day, I hadn't spoken to my man, I needed to see him or at least talk to him. Since I didn't get any response, I started watching porn, touching myself, and playing with my new toy for a while. Until I remembered! I should have taken pictures for my boyfriend, without experience, I took some simple photos and quickly sent them, although he didn't respond.
After a while of excitement and photos, I decided to undress so as not to ejaculate, thus avoiding the great problem I have. Immediately, I started searching for the right place where I could keep all that lingerie away from incorrect gazes. I reclined on my bed to relax and wait for her response, which wouldn't arrive until the next day. I got up in the morning and was surprised by the immense amount of messages I had from my man, mostly flattery but also telling me what he would do to me... I warmed up instantly when I read all the messages. We agreed on our encounter that same day, due to different reasons we decided on the following Saturday night, again at his apartment. A few hours later, due to personal matters, we had to postpone our encounter another week (two weeks after the day we decided), which was the most comfortable for both of us, as I had enough time to prepare physically and mentally for what would happen that day.
During the first week of waiting, we stayed calm, chatting a bit to increase desire but without getting saturated. The interesting part would start the week before our encounter, but I'll leave that for the next story.
After that great day, a sea of contradictory thoughts invaded my head. I no longer wanted to do it again but, every time I remembered that afternoon, I would get so excited that I would masturbate. I didn't assume what had happened, as if shame and guilt forced me to ignore it but, remembering it delighted me.
After weeks of thinking about everything that happened, battling my thoughts, and seeking peace in my head, it was when I found an exit and ended that storm in my head. That's when I realized I had really liked it a lot but as I said, it would only be another experience.
Again I focused on my work and started studying, which kept me busy all day, my free time was dedicated to sleeping and studying.
Months passed and I had lost most of my interest in being a girl to the point of having stopped wearing feminine clothing. Without intention of doing so, I erased from my memory that brief stage of my life, no longer remembered or ignored what happened with that man and everything that preceded it.
One morning of the following year (2022), I don't remember the date but I remember it was cold at that time, I was driving in the city, I don't remember where I was heading but I remember I was in a hurry, at that moment I decided to take an alternative route which I had never taken before, I was waiting at a traffic light and when I turned my head to the left, it was then that I saw that building.
At that moment I felt like all the memories of that forgotten stage were arriving, so sudden, strong and detailed that in my mind I could see myself standing at the door with that man waiting to enter. It felt very strange, inexplicable to me, as if a part of me had returned.
Start remembering everything that had happened, how much I enjoyed it and the bitter taste of the end. While driving, little by little I was reminiscing about that Sunday afternoon, it was inevitable to get excited again with all that I suddenly remembered, how tasty I felt being penetrated, how nice and sexy I felt wearing that dress with shoes but what excited me most at that moment is remembering him, getting hard while I was sucking him. I felt the same thing as in the elevator, pleasure and satisfaction because I had been able to please another man.
Those memories were a breaking point, from that day on the desire to be with another man started circling in my mind again but at the same time, the fear that didn't let me advance. Days passed until I finally had the opportunity to go back to being a woman. When I could, I put on the same outfit I wore that day, it was very exciting, I felt very comfortable with that clothes, my head kept remembering how tasty the walk was. I was super hot and sensitive, that was the moment where the need to please a man came back into me, again I found myself pressured by my thoughts and gave up starting the search anew.
That same night, I went back to watching those videos that I love so much and immediately ended up tilting the scales, deciding to look for someone. I thought about going back to contact my first man but it was impossible, I had no contact with him and didn't know if he would still be active on this site, so I tried not to delude myself and get to know someone new, despite all the problems that comes with that.
Rapidly the next day my search began, I took my time to draft an ad with a brief presentation of myself, describing my physical appearance and what I was looking for in a man. On my first try they treated me like a queen, very tenderly with many kisses, hugs, and caresses, this time I wanted to experience everything the opposite, feeling dominated by a man with only one goal of satisfying him, something rough with more scratches than caresses, with hair pulls and bad words. Literally I wanted to feel used as if I were a toy.
I decide to publish it and go to sleep, the next morning I wake up with many messages asking about the ad, along with many photos of beautiful penises, that's what I love. Little by little, I started responding to all of them in search of someone who would be out of my interest. Several days passed and I still hadn't found the right one, many people talked to me and then disappeared, with others I maintained a nice conversation but they didn't manage to convince me and so it remained for approximately a week. One Friday afternoon, I got a message from a user name that I thought I remembered but didn't know where from, we had a chat getting to know each other until the moment came, he sent me a photo of himself and immediately I recognized him.
It was him who knew how to make me his little girl on my first time, it was very strange, I didn't expect it, almost a year after that day and again I found myself talking to him, I wasn't sure if he remembered me so I decided at that moment to remain anonymous, we continued talking for a few hours, I'm sure he already knew who I was but the conversation was like we were getting to know each other. Until the moment arrived, I asked if he remembered that boy in the green dress and quickly recalled, he said How can I forget my Luli, that melted me. Our conversation took a turn at that moment, we were no longer strangers, quite the opposite, we knew each other pretty well. Together we began to remember our encounter and how well we had it, I took advantage of that opportunity to apologize and tell him about what happened that afternoon, also for having disappeared, he understood me, as is to be expected from a mature man like him.
This was the second time I found myself with him again, I don't know if it's fate or what but good, I told him I had a great time and loved the treatment he gave me, but this time I was looking for a different experience. I told him about what I wanted and his response was that, it wasn't very to his taste fuck like that and never did but, since it was about me he was going to try. That made me very happy, I took it as a very special moment, so that's when I decided to buy my own lingerie. Immediately after taking that decision he asked for a photo to see me again, to which I quickly responded that I should wait until I bought new lingerie to wear with him, increasing the desire between us. I also warned him about time passing, I'm not the same physically as that day, I have a few extra pounds, not many but enough to have nice tits to grab and suck, he loved that and was eager to see me.
During the next few hours, I'll look for lingerie that's within my economic reach and also something I'd like, so I decided on something common, not many pieces, easy to hide in my closet. I ordered from a sex shop in the nearest city a black lace set, a garter belt, some buccaneer stockings, and a small toy. That would be the outfit for my next encounter. Throughout that entire afternoon and early morning, we talked with whoever had decided to be my man again, telling him and explaining about this new thing I wanted to experience, both of us very hot went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and headed to the place where I had ordered my lingerie. When I arrived, I entered the place, quite masculine and serious to hide my nerves, asked for the package ordered by 'my girlfriend', did everything as fast as possible given my anxiety and fear, hid the package in my car and started back home. When I got to my house, I found out that that night I was going to have a moment of solitude, many coincidences in very little time, spent the whole afternoon holding myself back from seeing and trying on my new lingerie.
That afternoon seemed eternal to me, my man wasn't responding then I started watching porn and hypnosis to increase the temperature. Until finally it was time, my parents left without knowing what that night would bring, nor well I heard the car retreating I ran to my room to grab the very hidden package. Quickly returned to my room to open it and try on that lingerie, but in my mind I thought I have to do it well, so I got into the shower to depilate and clean myself up inside. It was very hot, I couldn't take it anymore, I quickly got out of the shower and went straight to trying on my new lingerie. I started with the set that looked really nice, followed by the stockings, it was inexplicable the excitement of feeling them going up my legs and how they were squeezing me, finally the garter belt, it cost me a lot to get the stockings on adding my anxieties that didn't let my hand stop trembling.
When I finally finished getting dressed, I realized I was missing the most important thing! My new toy and shoes. I ran to my mother's room to look for the highest heels she has and put them on. Then it was time to try it out, I took a very shiny plug from the package. I lubricated my tiny ass a little and when I brought it close to my anus, it felt cold but with a bit of pressure, I had it inside me, I was surprised because it had been a long time since I dilated my Booty. I was very excited and sensitive, feeling the fabric of my lingerie against my skin. Throughout the day, I hadn't spoken to my man, I needed to see him or at least talk to him. Since I didn't get any response, I started watching porn, touching myself, and playing with my new toy for a while. Until I remembered! I should have taken pictures for my boyfriend, without experience, I took some simple photos and quickly sent them, although he didn't respond.
After a while of excitement and photos, I decided to undress so as not to ejaculate, thus avoiding the great problem I have. Immediately, I started searching for the right place where I could keep all that lingerie away from incorrect gazes. I reclined on my bed to relax and wait for her response, which wouldn't arrive until the next day. I got up in the morning and was surprised by the immense amount of messages I had from my man, mostly flattery but also telling me what he would do to me... I warmed up instantly when I read all the messages. We agreed on our encounter that same day, due to different reasons we decided on the following Saturday night, again at his apartment. A few hours later, due to personal matters, we had to postpone our encounter another week (two weeks after the day we decided), which was the most comfortable for both of us, as I had enough time to prepare physically and mentally for what would happen that day.
During the first week of waiting, we stayed calm, chatting a bit to increase desire but without getting saturated. The interesting part would start the week before our encounter, but I'll leave that for the next story.
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