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I want to feel like a woman being caressed and held by a strong man...kissing me and showing his dominance, placing me on my knees instructing me how to please him by sucking on his cock, balls and licking his ass getting him hard then turning me around and slowly kissing my neck as he enters my boipussy slowly firmly and quickening the pace and intensity and roughness with his hands around my neck whispering how there's no turning back and how he's turned me more than just his woman but his personal whore as his warm cum fills me inside making me moan and my own cum dribbling out my sissyclit… Read more

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So how did you become a gurl? That's the question almost everyone I meet or chat with asks me... how did you become such a sexy transvestite, when did you figure it out, when did you learn you liked cock. I actually love the question, because it turns me on to answer it. When I was 15 or 16 I used to sneak into my parents room, find my dad's stash of Playboys and jack off to them. The girls were sooooo beautiful, I just couldn't believe it. I wanted to see and touch one, which led -- I guess this is common among us gurls -- to digging into my Mom's stuff. When I was left alone I would put… Read more

So the curious ask.... What is it that you like about being a tranny.... Is it the way your body feels when shaved and smooth? Is it the fun of putting on your make up perfectly and styling your hair? Is it the thrill of nylons against your legs and lace against your body? Is it the fun of shopping and trying on shoes and dresses and buying pretty and sexy things? Is it the excitement of feeling all eyes on you when you walk into a room? Is it the tingle of looking in the mirror and seeing a beautiful, sensual woman where once there was something very different. Is it t… Read more

Sorry For taking so long to get to part 5. Yes Bill was back again, but it was even worse this time, he said him and his mate broke up. And it was not because they were not getting along, it was because he was gay, and his own family was making his life to hard. So he said the only way he could be happy and live his life was to move away, far away. So once again Bill left and I never told him what was on my mind, how could I , I didn't want my family to hate me. It was 25 years before I seen Bill again but I always wondered how he was doing and if he found a new mate. So there and then I ma… Read more