Good morning everyone hope you all had great weekend

Morning everyone how’s your b/h Monday ? X

Simply chic! So beautiful!

Hiya everyone just a couple of pics today it's been thunder and lightning all weekend here... I hope all you absolutely beautiful people have a fantastic day today, these are not my usual photos but I thought I'd post them especially for a few rather special friends.... love you all absolutely millions to bits 🩶

Anyone want to chat hit me up

Noticed - No Ai, No Photo Shop, No Snapchat, No Edited Pics, No Fake Bullshit... Just exactly what you get (Me)...

Im always looking to improve my Sucking skills, so the more you can help the better. There is always room for improvement.
If your local to Derby and can help then please get in touch xxx just private msg me or ask for my email address xx
My preferences are as follows...
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Balls
Full Co ck Head Showing
Willing to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups
Must let me Swallow every drop, I don't want any evidence (Waste or Mess) left for yours or my Wife/Partner
Because you are kind enough to let me Suck and Swallow you down, I don't expect anything in return...
Most of my training is done where you put on some Holdups sit on the edge of the Sofa Spread your legs and watch TV while I do my Training, obviously once I've Swallowed you all down I will leave or if you need me to I can stay to Feed from you again until you are fully Satisfied...It's the absolute least I can do.
One Member that has helped me with my Mouth Training (as he put it) asked if there were anything else they could do to help even more...
I said actually there is if you feel up to it...
What I need you to do is just before you Cum, you need to get up and Make me swallow your entire load, not letting me move until every drop has gone....Now there are a number of ways you can do this...
You can hold my head with both hands and head Fu ck me untill you cum holding my head tight till you are fully empty.
You can make me lean with my head on the Wall so I'm pinned and do the same or
If you have a high bed or Sofa Edge or even on the Sofa, use the same method to pin me down.....
Alternatively get on top in the 69 position and fill me up that way....
In fact if you do the reverse 69 you can practically hold my head still, keeping you Co ck stuck in my mouth untill empty.
I'm sure there are many more ways but this would really help with my training if you could please....
The only other help would be if time permitting you make me Feed from you Twice..
Booking me in for several visits a week can also help... If you feel up to it and don't mind me Swallowing every time... I understand fully if this is asking too much.... Xx

Some sexy panty chat and xxx play

Panty fun xxx

Its a shame we can't see who's on the page anymore xx

Great find in charity shop 2 M & S bras

https://youtu.be/eXwV_X9_zV0?is=RFzwOfF9jw_46V75

https://youtu.be/dSW1PuIx0HE?is=DOS9kb_lAUpVNDRL

https://youtu.be/iKWXUxwftzM?is=XXLytnRLUNWqXIBC

So beautiful and enjoy! Sweet!

New Robe

I’m interested in cam, just a little shy at first — I like taking things at a comfortable pace. X zangi 5787256539 share photos X

Mmh! I love beautiful! Simply fantastic!

Bank Holiday messing around in the bath..

I love my legs! Why not? Simply cute!

Hiya

Why can I no longer sign in with the App? Was working fine till yesterday. Now it keeps asking to get age verified and the screen says link failure.

Can get in via the web but it is a pain as you have to age verifie each time.

The Pink Satin Shift

At sixty-five, I had long since stopped pretending that my wardrobe was entirely conventional.
I was a chunky, mature man with a generous beer belly, broad middle and the sort of five-o'clock-shadow beard that seemed to appear before lunchtime. Crossdressing wasn't something I had suddenly discovered in later life. It was simply something I enjoyed, and over the years I had become quite comfortable wearing feminine clothes whenever the mood took me.
That morning, however, I hadn't intended to dress up at all.
I was volunteering at the charity shop.
After making myself a cup of tea, I started sorting through the mountain of donation bags that had accumulated in the back room. Clothes were everywhere: coats, jumpers, trousers, dresses and blouses, all waiting to be inspected, priced and put onto the rails.
Then I found it.
Pink satin.
I pulled the garment from the bag and watched the fabric catch the light.
It was magnificent.
The blouse had enormous sleeves, gathered cuffs and an almost comically large collar. Buttons ran down the front. Beneath it was a matching long skirt, cut generously enough to accommodate a substantial middle.
I held the pieces against myself.
The pink satin looked particularly striking against my greyish five-o'clock shadow.
I grinned.
"Oh, that's going to be difficult to put on the rail."
I knew myself too well.
A few minutes later I was standing in front of the changing-room mirror.
The outfit fitted surprisingly well.
The satin blouse stretched comfortably across my ample belly, while the long skirt fell almost to my ankles. The enormous collar sat around my neck, making my face and beard look even more conspicuously masculine by contrast.
I turned sideways.
There was absolutely no disguising my shape.
My belly was still there.
My stocky shoulders were still there.
My beard was still there.
I was unmistakably a sixty-five-year-old man.
But I was also wearing an extravagant pink satin outfit.
And I rather liked the sight.
I smoothed the satin over my stomach and laughed quietly.
"Well, you're certainly not going to blend into the background today."
I decided to wear it for my shift.
When I walked out onto the shop floor, one of the other volunteers looked up from arranging a display.
She paused.
Then she smiled.
"That's rather fabulous."
"I found it in the donations."
"You didn't put it on the rail?"
"I thought I'd test it first."
We both laughed.
And that was that.
The shop opened.
Customers began arriving.
I stood behind the till with my beard, chunky frame and very obvious beer belly wrapped in shimmering pink satin, and somehow it felt completely natural.
The outfit swished around my ankles whenever I moved.
The sleeves puffed dramatically whenever I reached for the scanner.
And every time I leaned across the counter, the satin caught the overhead lights and produced a bright, unmistakable sheen.
I noticed people looking.
Nobody seemed particularly bothered.
One woman smiled and said, "I love your blouse."
"Thank you," I replied. "It's a charity-shop discovery."
She laughed.
"Of course it is."
I carried on serving her.
There was something wonderfully ordinary about the whole situation. The till beeped. Customers queued. Donations arrived. Someone asked where the handbags were. Someone else wanted Gift Aid information.
And there I was, doing exactly what I normally did, except that I was doing it in head-to-toe pink satin.
My reflection occasionally appeared in the glass beside the till.
Every time I saw it, I smiled.
The pink satin exaggerated everything about me rather than hiding it. My round belly gave the blouse a wonderfully full shape. My beard remained plainly visible beneath that enormous collar. My mature face looked completely at odds with the sugary pink fabric.
And somehow that was precisely what I enjoyed.
I wasn't trying to look twenty-five.
I wasn't trying to pretend to be someone else.
I was simply a sixty-five-year-old man who enjoyed crossdressing and happened to have discovered an absolutely glorious vintage-looking satin outfit in a donation bag.
By the afternoon, I'd completely settled into it.
A regular customer came to the till with several books.
"You're looking very cheerful today."
"I've discovered pink satin," I told him.
He looked me up and down.
"Clearly."
We both laughed.
When closing time finally arrived, I stood behind the till while the last customer left.
The shop became quiet.
I looked down at myself.
Pink satin.
Huge collar.
Long skirt.
Chunky mature body.
Beer belly.
Five-o'clock shadow.
Sixty-five years old.
I shook my head and smiled.
I couldn't put it out on the racks for sale.
I rang up the price and put the money in the till.
What had started as a donation waiting to be sorted had become the outfit I'd worn for an entire shift.
And as I carefully folded the satin that evening, I found myself wondering what other treasures might be hiding in tomorrow's donation bags.

My Guilt

I feel
So often
Feel
My guilt
Why
I don't know
What I did
So wrong
Except for being
A Girl...
Against
All obstacles
And cold
I many times
Was told
Of lie
Of lie to God
In all of mine
In all my journey
Curved so much...
And still
My Guilt...
Is in my Touch
My kiss
My thighs
My lonely wish
My lying eyes
My lying lips
To be alone
Debt to pay
My guilt
My sorrow
My obey...

Few more until I get the chance to dress again and take photos for you all... love you all so much you are all amazing and beautiful

Back to the old piccy

The day is finally over now time to head home and cook some good food hope you all have a great evening

Sorry... I only came back on to ask why doesn't everyone set a time of day for the public chat line on here... I only found it the other day lolol it's got different rooms but everyone can chat together in real time... I think that would be great.. could someone arrange it and set up the time slot? Couldn't be here without posting pics lolol here's two until I get some better ones taken..luv you all you gorgeous beautiful people

Which heels go with the dress 🩷