Desire
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Posted:May 28, 2017 1:26 pm
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I want to feel a man between my legs.
My ankles locked behind his back
his weight pressing me into the mattress
as his hardness plunges into my depths.
The pressure and rubbing of my clit crushed between
our bellies as he pushes deeper and faster with every thrust.
I want to feel the heat building from deep inside my core
as the pleasure rises to its ultimate burst of joy
then bask in the warmth in the aftermath.
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Pondering Life’s mysteries.
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Posted:Dec 1, 2012 12:39 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2017 1:08 pm
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Time does not pass more quickly as you get older.
It merely represents a smaller percentage of your life.
10 years old. 1 year is 1/10th of your life.
50 years old. 1 year is 1/50th of your life.
do not have more energy as adults.
It’s just that with , it’s compressed
into a smaller body.
Higher pressure gives the illusion of more energy.
People do not drive more stupidly in the rain.
Their ears get cold and they want to keep their
heads where it’s nice and warm.
(OK, so I'm bored!)
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Liquid Motion
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Posted:Nov 24, 2012 10:21 am
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2014 2:04 pm
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How do they do it? Where does it come from?
Is it something they’re born with, or is it something
they’re taught?
These questions and questions like these always come to
mind as I struggle to duplicate the motion that comes so
naturally to women.
It reminds me of silk in a gentle breeze.
A few things I’ve tried to get myself limbered up to achieve
the motions are taking a few belly dancing lessons as well
as some aerobic dance exercise videos designed for women.
I’m hoping to accomplish two things with that one.
Trying to more naturally swivel my hips and body as well
as trimming down my waist to get more of an hourglass figure.
With any luck, I’ll be able to discipline myself enough to keep it
up until I get the results I want.
I guess we’ll see. I’ve been working on it for several months but
haven’t seen the results I want yet, but I guess these things take time
and I’ll have to be patient and persistent.
~A~
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Fall projects
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Posted:Sep 23, 2012 7:37 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2012 4:45 pm
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Sorry, nothing real exciting this time around.
This month has been pretty consumed with projects
around the house and getting things ready for winter.
I haven't really had time to sit down and finish
the story from my last blog.
Just been repairing things around the house that I
don't think will handle the winter rains like getting
rid of dry rot on my car port.
That's been an "interesting" project.
Seems like the more I get into it and the more I remove
and replace, the more I find. It's gotten to the point
where I think I would have been better off just tearing it
down and starting from scratch!
Needless to say, these things have left my love life
high and dry and itching for a little romp in the sheets!
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Serendipity pt.1
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Posted:Jul 22, 2012 7:21 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2012 12:02 pm
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It was finally the day. This get together was several weeks in the planning.
Months actually if you want to take into account the initial contact.
Now, I’ll have to admit that this guy wasn’t exactly on the top of my
“to do” list, but he’d been after me for a while, and I was horny and available.
Well, around noon, I get this email that says “Gee, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today”.
It’s hard to say what the first thing that came into my mind since so many things came
rushing in all at once.
This guy has been wanting to get into my pants for how long? Now, at the last minute he changes his mind?
He gave a reason, but quite frankly, I was a bit skeptical. Personally, I think he was just another newbie that
chickened out at the last minute.
Let’s just say his reason was
less than convincing.
I could go on ranting, but I think I pretty much covered this topic in my “On the Fence” blog.
The serendipity part of this story is that about the time I got my cancellation email, I got another from someone else.
No picture and not much of a description in the profile. I don’t normally respond to these, but what he did say caught my attention.
Six foot two, two twenty pounds, an eight and a half inch cock and then some other stuff that escapes me right now.
Face it girls, You might be able to tell me that size doesn’t matter when you’re looking for
Mr. Right, but there’s no way I’m going to believe that when you’re looking for Mr. Right now!
So needless to say, I had to reply for a little more info.
The picture I got in reply had something that looked like a baseball bat hanging between his legs.
This was just too good to be true, so I told him of my cancellation and asked if he was interested.
He said he was, but he’d loaned out his car and asked if I had any suggestions.
“Well” I said, “I could come over there”.
This is usually where I get some song and dance about how “that would never work”,
but much to my chagrin, he said “come on over”!
Road Trip!
(to be continued)
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The Quickie
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Posted:Jun 24, 2012 10:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2014 7:26 pm
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I like a nice long slow fuck just as much as any gurl, but sometimes,
fast and furious can really ring my bell!
Neither one of us had a lot of time that afternoon.
Places to go, things to do. You know how it is.
I didn’t even have time to get into “full dress” either.
But, I did at least have on my favorite little black dress and heels
just to spice things up a little. And of course, my thigh high stockings!
Can’t forget the thigh highs!
Fast and furious was the name of the game that day.
As soon as he arrived it was straight to the bedroom.
No preliminaries, no small talk, no “how’ve you been.
Straight to business.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and while he kicked off his shoes,
I pulled down his zipper and reached in for my prize.
Me on the edge of the bed and him standing in front of me I slowly
guided him into my eager mouth to get him warmed up.
As he started to grow in my mouth, I undid his belt, unbuttoned
his pants and finished undressing him.
Then I cupped his balls in both my hands and gently caressed while
sliding him in and out of my warm, wet mouth. Pulling him in to the back
of my throat and beyond.
Then it was my turn!
He got on his knees, pulled my panties down, and lifted my legs and started tracing the crack of my ass with his tongue.
Back and forth slowly from the base of my balls, over and past by bud and around the bend.
Over and over he did this, then he took a firm grasp of my boi clitty with one hand and slid in a finger with his other.
First, there was a circular motion which felt wonderful, then he plunged knuckle deep
and started to do a “come hither” motion which was stimulating my gurly G spot.
One finger, then two and I felt myself drifting away into the land of ecstasy.
Soon, it was a four finger wedge, twisting and opening me wider and getting me ready
for more pleasures to come.
Then he stood up, grabbed my legs and pulled my ass over the edge of the bed, laid down on top of me and brought himself to my opening.
He paused for just a moment with the tip just barely inside while I wrapped my legs around his back in eager anticipation, feeling his weight pressing me into the bed.
His warm breath on my neck. Then he slowly started pushing his way in me, driving
deeper, filling me, stretching me all the way in.
He pulled all the way out, and did it again. Such agonizing pleasure as he did it three or four more times.
Then Bam! He would pull out slow and drive all the way in fast.
Faster and faster, all the way in, nearly all the way out, each time bumping my G spot
on the way past and then hitting bottom.
Again and again, faster and faster until I started to feel the inner glow of pleasure building inside.
I squeezed my legs tighter around his back and pulled him in with my hands on his ass and it wasn’t long before we both exploded in an earth shattering orgasm.
Talk about seeing stars!
There’s nothing like cumming with just the force of a driving cock!
No hands. No touching except the pressure of two bodies pressing together.
Whew! I can’t describe it.
I looked over at the clock.
Fifteen minutes!
All of that, and it only took fifteen minutes.
It felt like an eternity.
I guess this is what they mean by “quality time”!
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Smooth Frustrations (a plea for help!)
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Posted:Dec 31, 2010 1:58 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2013 11:01 am
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Smooth silky legs.
Nothing looks sexier; nothing makes me feel more feminine.
Getting that look and feel has been…..let’s just say challenging.
It’s not so much the getting it, as it is the aftermath.
Getting rid of all that hair on my legs and “other” areas is easy.
And, for a day or so, it looks and feels great!
Then, after that, the torment begins! When the hair starts growing back in,
the itching starts! It feels like I’ve been invaded by fleas, and it looks like I’ve
been attacked by ants!
NOT sexy!
Ingrown hairs and the itching is to the point where I pretty much rip my self to shreds.
I’ve tried pretty much everything I can think of.
Waxing, shaving, and hair removers.
A friend told me about this razor called the intuition razor (thanks Dina).
Shaving felt downright luxurious, but a day later, same thing.
I’ve even tried an epilator!
Damn!
I don’t know what psychotic bastard dreamed up this little modern day version of a
mid-evil torture device, but I’m pretty sure there were some serious mommy issues going on here!
This guy must’ve absolutely hated women!
Picture this. It looks like an electric razor, but instead of the screen on the end for the blades,
there’s this rotating cylinder. On this cylinder, there are around twenty five to thirty mechanical tweezers.
As it rotates around, the tweezers close, pinching down on the hairs, and pulling them out by the root.
Try running that little puppy through your bush!
Words don’t even begin to describe the fun!
Considering the personal trials and tribulations that I’ve gone through,
I’m convinced that in the countries where the women don’t shave, there was an uprising.
All the women collectively stood and said “FUCK THIS!”
“And if you don’t like it, FUCK YOU!”
The men in these countries had to either deal with hair, or deal with no nookie!
You can guess who won this particular battle of the sexes!
That’s my theory anyway.
Anyway, this is my plea for help!
With all the women and gurls out there with smooth silky legs, there must be a
secret to getting that luxurious feeling that I want without the
torment of what comes later.
Help me please!
I’m begging!
We’re not talking homeland security here OK?
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Where do You like to shop?
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Posted:Nov 12, 2010 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2012 8:22 pm
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Here’s a subject that I thought might be near and dear to all of us gurls.
Shopping!
I thought I’d share with you some of the places I like to go, and hoping you might be willing to share the places you like to go. With any luck, we’ll all get a few new sources of acquiring those special things.
First, to avoid any “terms of service” issues, and not turning this into a SPAM fest,
let’s not paste the entire website. Instead, we’ll just assume the triple w and the
dot com. Let’s just type in the primary name so it doesn’t create a link. OK?
I guess for the fulltime t-gurl or the ones that can actually pass in public, going down to the mall is no big thing. But, for the weekend warrior like me, it’s all about internet shopping these days.
The obvious sites of course, are Fredricks and VictoriasSectret.
These are a couple of great places to start, but I’m inclined to look at Fredrick’s as a good place for slutwear! (OK, I like looking like every now and then, but not all the time.)
VictoriaSecret is nice too, and the things on sale can be reasonable. Both of these however, you can’t really indulge yourself unless you have a really good budget.
If you’re on a budget, and you want to get more for less, I’d recommend amiclubwear.
They have a huge selection of dresses and shoes, and most things are under $30.00.
A lot of times, you can find deals that will give you dresses for around $10, and shoes for under $15.
I shop there a lot! The only downside that I’ve run into so far, is that the shoes only go up to size ten (size 8 men’s). Of course, not all the styles have all sizes available, but still, you can usually find something.
(by the way, if any of you know where you can get the larger sizes for cheap, definatly chime in!)
For panties and lingerie, I like to go to herroom.
What I like best about this place is they always have a “back” view of their stuff.
Most other places only show a front, with maybe a few that show a back.
There’s nothing I hate more than getting a pair of panties expecting one thing, but
getting something completely different. They too have a huge selection of panties, bras, hosiery etc, and the prices can range anywhere from $3.00 to $150.00. Personally, I could never see myself spending that much on panties, but I guess if you have the money and can afford it, what the hell!
If you’re looking for something to slim you down, bodyshapewear isn’t a bad spot.
Not a huge selection, but the prices are ok, and their clotehe well. I’ve picked up a few things from there.
Anyway, this is a start, and I have a few more, but I don’t want to ramble on too much.
I’ll add a few more later if there’s any interest, and of course, if you want to add to the list, by all means, please do!
I’m always on the lookout for something new!
~A~
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My first time as a she
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Posted:Oct 30, 2010 10:01 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 1:38 pm
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It’s late afternoon and I’m pacing around the house all nervous because today is the first time I’ll be having a get together in full “dress” mode. I’m trying to get used to walking in heels, checking my dress, checking my make up.
Make up! Oh my God! What a nightmare!
I look like an aged old hag/psycho slut in heels! Oh well! Too late to start over now!
My friend will be here any minute now!
(Note to self: Practice putting on make up. Everyday!)
The saving grace to all this anxiety is that this friend and I have been getting together here and there for a little over a year now. We’ve reached a certain comfort level, and that makes things a whole lot easier. Still, this has all the makings of a whole new experience. A little frightening to say the least! My biggest fear is to have him look at me with this forced “WTF have I gotten myself into” smile on his face.
I think I’ve always had TV/CD fantasies, and even though I wrote in my original profile that I like to wear panties, I was in full guy mode the first time we got together.
After that, little by little I started adding feminine things to my attire. Panties, women’s short shorts, skin tight yoga pants, a dress, ect. All the while, I was gauging his interest and acceptance of where I might want to go with this. Luckily, as each item of feminization was added, his excitement level got kicked up a notch until finally; I was dressed pretty much in the same outfit as my profile pics, minus the wig and boobs.
I think having a picture slide show of beautiful T-girls on the big screen on those previous encounters helped too.
It’s only been about a month since I made up my mind to go all the way with this.
Granted, I’ve had the panties and various items of women’s clothing for a while, but it’s only been a short time ago that I decided to buy the wig and falsies. After that, I went to the mall and bought some make up under the pretense of a birthday present for my
non-existent wife.
I found a nice little gift package with a little smattering of everything.
I got home, shaved off my beard and went for it. (probably the hardest thing I had to do!)
A text page on the cell and a knock on the door shocks me back into the present.
Oh God Oh Shit! He’s Here!
The door opens and I hear a “Helloooo” coming from the living room.
(We made previous arrangements about this. No Way In Hell am I going to answer the door and have it Not be him! Not dressed like this!)
OK gurl, get it together!
Hair? Check. Nails? Check. Smooth out the dress? Check.
OK, stand up straight; shoulders back (please oh please don’t let this blow up in my face!).
Now!
Put on your best strut and go out to great him!
As I glide into the living room, the first thing I notice are his eyes. With all the intensity of laser beams, they shoot to my hips and waist. Then a smile as bright as the sun lights up his face.
I start to relax.
In spite of the make up job, it’s obvious I’ve hit the mark because of the desire filling his…… (ahem!)face.
I sidle in a little closer, wrap my fingers around the back of his head and gently pull him in. He nibbles on my neck, caresses my behind, and electricity starts filling the air.
(Oh this is nice!)
Without a word and a sly little smile, I pull back, turn and stroll into the kitchen for a couple beers. I give my best effort at a seductive gate and think it worked because on my return trip, his mesmerized gaze tells me all I need to know. Me, still smiling slyly, walk on past as he reaches for his beer.
Putting the drinks on the coffee table, bent at the waist and pausing for effect, I feel his hand touch my inner thigh. Then rising ever so slowly and gently, cupping my ass first up, then down with his middle finger riding down the cleft of my cheeks, through the in between and up and around me and then back again.
Meanwhile, his other hand is reaching around my waist and pulling me in closer, standing me up until my back is tight against his chest. While his other hand repeats the motion several times over, I’m feeling that familiar tingling in the pit of my stomach taking over.
Next thing I know, we’re over on the couch, drinks forgotten, him sitting back and me straddling him, grinding our still clothed hips together. He’s grabbing my ass, I’m grabbing him by the ears and we’re kissing and grinding like there’s no tomorrow!
As the heat rises, I reach for his belt and his hand goes up my dress. I finally get his belt undone and his zipper open and reach for my prize.
Minor problem! He’s hard as a rock, and it’s pointing the wrong way!
Careful now, these things don’t bend so well in this condition! Can’t just yank it out!
Might ruin the moment!
I drop to the floor on my knees, he kicks off his shoes, and we both start pulling down his pants.
Ahhh yes! There it is! Long, thick, and dripping with excitement! With both hands I guide him into my eagerly awaiting mouth and taste the salty sweet flavor of his anticipation. Roll him around my tongue a few times, and then take him deeper into my throat. I really love taking a man to the back of my throat and beyond! Beyond isn’t deep enough for this particular man, but I do the best I can!
After a while, he has me stand up and turn around! He lifts my dress and hooks his fingers into the top of my panties and starts pulling down. Feeling sexy, I lean back a little and arch my back. He pulls my panties down a little further and slowly trails them down with his tongue. Just like he did with his finger when this whole ride began!
He goes over and past my little rosebud and starts lapping away at my in between.
A jolt of pleasure rolls through me from the base of my spine all the way around to the core of my belly and I’m lost in the ecstasy of it all. This is nothing in comparison to when he starts focusing on penetrating me with his tongue. The explosion of pleasure
is overwhelming!
Walking on wobbly knees I’m guided into the bedroom where after I kick off my heels, he lays me down on the bed and climbs between my legs. I wrap them around his back feeling the smooth silkiness of my stockings rubbing him up his back and down his thighs. We kiss and grind and his weight is pressing me into the mattress and all I want is for him to impale me and fill my deepest desires.
Yes!
It’s time!
He’s reaching for the lube and condoms!
Oh God yes! I’m more than ready for this!
He stands up by the side of the bed and has me put some lube on him.
After he puts it on, I lube him up some more, then myself.
He looks at me with a glint in his eye and I instinctively know what he wants.
He wants to take me from behind!
Standing!
I stand up, lean into the bed supporting myself with my knees on the edge of the mattress and reach behind me and take him into my hand.
I guide him to the opening, and rub him around it a little.
Not enough lube. I get the bottle, get us both slicked up nice and good, and then start again.
I guide him to the opening again and start pushing him in!
Oooh! Ouch! Too much! Too big! Too fast! Back out and take it slower.
Damn!
OK, try again. Only this time I’ll take it in little bumps and nudges, taking a little more with each bump.
The balance between pain and pleasure is still a little on the pain side, but manageable as I feel myself stretching out to accommodate his girth.
Mmmm! Got him past the opening ring! Now, to move on, take it in deeper to the second.
Deeper……Deeeeeeper…….Past the second ring….Deeeeeper…….Aaahhh!
There we go!
All the way in! Deep as I can take him. He’s at the end of my tunnel!
The pain of the stretching is slowly turning to the ecstasy of being filled.
That tiny spark of pleasure is starting grow deep inside me now.
He’s standing there patiently waiting for me to adjust and letting me go at my own pace. Sliding his hands up and down my waist, comforting me as I settle in.
I start moving my hips in and out in little short strokes and the warmth inside starts getting hotter. I start rotating around and stirring myself on him and the spark begins to turn to a flame.
I find myself moving him in and out in full strokes and shoving myself into him, trying to take him even deeper as I get lost in the agony of pleasure and pain.
When he takes over, he picks up the tempo. A little faster, a little deeper and pleasure starts crashing over me in wave after wave. Each thrust he rams in a little deeper. Each thrust he goes beyond what I thought I could take. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he reaches around and takes me in his hand gently squeezing and rubbing. My attention starts shifting to the front, but my mind can’t escape what’s going on deep inside.
I’m being impaled like never before! Oooh God I can’t take it any more!
When will it end? I hope it never stops!
Then in a final blinding flash as he gives me his last deepest push, my eyes go fuzzy, my legs give out and I explode as I collapse on the bed, barely able to hold myself up on my hands. Out of breath and fully satisfied!
After the dust settled and we said our good byes, I flopped down on the couch, lit up a smoke and took a drink of my forgotten now warm beer.
I like this “new” me!
I think I’ll keep her around for a while.
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