• What do you want?
    Forget
    In early morning
    That lonely
    Feeling
    Of deep love
    Unanswered
    In silence
    With agony
    That only
    Others
    Are to
    Enter
    Paradise...

    What should
    I say
    With words
    Of Silence...?
    Why do you
    Feel
    Just talks
    In words
    ...?
    The Melody
    Is tunes
    Of colours
    That make
    You feel
    Feel
    Deep
    Inside
    Accord,
    The light
    Of understanding
    With no talk
    Reality
    Is silence
    Wind
    And lock
    Lock in your look
    Look with just hope
    You keep that moment
    Keep my rope ...
    My Last hope
    ...

    What do you want
    In early
    Morning?
    When
    Only birds
    And you
    And slow wind...

    Do you still
    Need my words?
    The waste
    Of thoughts
    And feelings..
    What could I say
    Forgot...
    Forget
    My dids.

    Don' t wait
    Forgive me.
    I just
    Thought...
    That understanding
    Does not need
    A word....
    What do you want? Forget In early morning That lonely Feeling Of deep love Unanswered In silence With agony That only Others Are to Enter Paradise... What should I say With words Of Silence...? Why do you Feel Just talks In words ...? The Melody Is tunes Of colours That make You feel Feel Deep Inside Accord, The light Of understanding With no talk Reality Is silence Wind And lock Lock in your look Look with just hope You keep that moment Keep my rope ... My Last hope ... What do you want In early Morning? When Only birds And you And slow wind... Do you still Need my words? The waste Of thoughts And feelings.. What could I say Forgot... Forget My dids. Don' t wait Forgive me. I just Thought... That understanding Does not need A word....
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  • Voice of the Past...

    Voice of forgotten
    In the Foggy Past
    “-You ought to...”,
    “-You should have...”,
    “-You must...”

    Why do they talk
    To me again...?
    What were
    Those memories?
    Why pain?
    I freeze
    I turn
    I look again...
    Nobody
    In alley
    ...

    Alone Tree...
    And
    Me
    ...
    Alone Me...
    And Tree
    As Thee

    Why then
    That sudden
    Pain
    Just scratched
    My Healed wound
    Again?
    Why Voice...?
    Why it is
    Never gone?
    And still
    With me all day?
    Why?

    Why I am not
    Alone...?
    Why?
    Why Leaves?
    Why shadows
    Talk...
    Why trees?

    Amnesia?
    Why Thee?
    Why
    I still do remember
    You in me...?

    Why
    I am so afraid
    This pain?
    That could have been
    Just scratch
    not seen...
    Perhaps I still,
    Still wish your touch
    It was the only
    Dream ...
    The Dream of mine
    You are the Tree,
    Tree
    In Alley...
    Why I do feel you
    Still so much
    Your touch...
    And gently
    Talk to Thee...
    My Darling...

    So long ago
    you are free
    since all have felt
    Apart...
    Your leaves
    Still whisper
    On cold wind
    The Words,
    Words of lost Love

    I doubt often
    Is it Thee ?
    Alone silent as a tree
    Whom are you talking to?
    To Wind?
    To me?
    I want just run away
    I see
    You're waiting
    Someone else...
    Just me?
    I am afraid
    ...
    But dress...
    …
    That lovely dress
    I do,
    I wear
    I do,
    do cut
    Quite short
    My hair...
    Like you
    Reviving
    All your past
    Your presence..?
    Yes
    I ought to
    Even must
    I dare...

    The only way
    The Love
    Will last
    Is to build Future,
    Brake the Past
    But...

    Why then
    That so sudden
    Voice this day?
    Just Touched
    My Healed wound
    Again?
    Why pain...?
    Why it is
    Never gone?
    And still
    With me
    All heart is thorn ...

    Why I am not
    Alone...?
    Why?
    Why Leaves
    Why do these shadows
    Talk?
    Why are you
    Silent tree?
    Amnesia...
    Is not erasing Thee...
    Why
    I still feel
    It still remains?
    What could have
    Been just scratch
    But pains
    Perhaps I still
    Still wish your touch
    The only
    Dreams
    of mine
    in nights
    Dream through
    Death darkness
    With no lights
    You were
    The Tree

    Fall
    Thee
    Alley...
    Why I do feel it
    Feel Your touch...
    And gently
    Talk to Thee...
    Not much

    Why still
    You come
    As silent tree?
    Why do you come
    To talk
    To me?

    I doubt...
    I am so afraid
    The Love I do confess.
    I want to run
    To run away,
    away
    Not waiting
    Someone else...
    ...
    I do...
    I wear
    Wedding dress
    I do...
    I cut
    My hair...
    Too...
    Like you..
    Reviving
    In my chest
    That I still love
    Still Love just you

    The only way
    The Love
    Will last
    Is to build
    Future
    Brake the Past

    But you are
    Telling
    From my depth
    From part
    I hidden well
    You re still
    living
    In my heart
    The Future
    Or a Spell?
    Or Magic
    Of becoming
    You
    When
    I'm just
    With
    Myself?
    Oh just
    Forgotten
    “I Love You...”
    So strange
    Strange foretell...

    I freeze
    I wait
    I turn
    No one...
    I know…
    But the tree
    In long alley of park
    My Bride…
    We've met…

    I recognise,
    Your dress
    Your hair
    You're alive
    Alive somewhere…
    Still hidden
    In my heart...
    Voice of the Past... Voice of forgotten In the Foggy Past “-You ought to...”, “-You should have...”, “-You must...” Why do they talk To me again...? What were Those memories? Why pain? I freeze I turn I look again... Nobody In alley ... Alone Tree... And Me ... Alone Me... And Tree As Thee Why then That sudden Pain Just scratched My Healed wound Again? Why Voice...? Why it is Never gone? And still With me all day? Why? Why I am not Alone...? Why? Why Leaves? Why shadows Talk... Why trees? Amnesia? Why Thee? Why I still do remember You in me...? Why I am so afraid This pain? That could have been Just scratch not seen... Perhaps I still, Still wish your touch It was the only Dream ... The Dream of mine You are the Tree, Tree In Alley... Why I do feel you Still so much Your touch... And gently Talk to Thee... My Darling... So long ago you are free since all have felt Apart... Your leaves Still whisper On cold wind The Words, Words of lost Love I doubt often Is it Thee ? Alone silent as a tree Whom are you talking to? To Wind? To me? I want just run away I see You're waiting Someone else... Just me? I am afraid ... But dress... … That lovely dress I do, I wear I do, do cut Quite short My hair... Like you Reviving All your past Your presence..? Yes I ought to Even must I dare... The only way The Love Will last Is to build Future, Brake the Past But... Why then That so sudden Voice this day? Just Touched My Healed wound Again? Why pain...? Why it is Never gone? And still With me All heart is thorn ... Why I am not Alone...? Why? Why Leaves Why do these shadows Talk? Why are you Silent tree? Amnesia... Is not erasing Thee... Why I still feel It still remains? What could have Been just scratch But pains Perhaps I still Still wish your touch The only Dreams of mine in nights Dream through Death darkness With no lights You were The Tree Fall Thee Alley... Why I do feel it Feel Your touch... And gently Talk to Thee... Not much Why still You come As silent tree? Why do you come To talk To me? I doubt... I am so afraid The Love I do confess. I want to run To run away, away Not waiting Someone else... ... I do... I wear Wedding dress I do... I cut My hair... Too... Like you.. Reviving In my chest That I still love Still Love just you The only way The Love Will last Is to build Future Brake the Past But you are Telling From my depth From part I hidden well You re still living In my heart The Future Or a Spell? Or Magic Of becoming You When I'm just With Myself? Oh just Forgotten “I Love You...” So strange Strange foretell... I freeze I wait I turn No one... I know… But the tree In long alley of park My Bride… We've met… I recognise, Your dress Your hair You're alive Alive somewhere… Still hidden In my heart...
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  • In search of a black hair dye *that doesn't dye skin* to try something out, as i'm half badger and half the dense, stiff bristles covering me are white...

    https://www.researchgate.net/publication/51477932_Successful_White_Hair_Removal_with_Combined_Coloring_and_Intense_Pulsed_Light_IPL_A_Randomized_Clinical_Trial
    In search of a black hair dye *that doesn't dye skin* to try something out, as i'm half badger and half the dense, stiff bristles covering me are white... https://www.researchgate.net/publication/51477932_Successful_White_Hair_Removal_with_Combined_Coloring_and_Intense_Pulsed_Light_IPL_A_Randomized_Clinical_Trial
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  • Hi sweets! I started a new blog! It's cleaner and easier to read and navigate. This blog contains explicit sexual themes, taboo fantasies, fetish content, and material that may offend or disturb some readers. Go here: https://lifeofsissychrissy.blogspot.com/

    Intro: Foreword
    Welcome to The Life & Fantasies of Transgirl Sissy Chrissy.

    You should know, before turning another page, exactly what kind of book you are holding.

    This is not quite an autobiography.

    It is not quite fiction.

    It lives somewhere more dangerous than either.

    These stories emerge from the memories, desires, insecurities, obsessions, fears, curiosities, and private fantasies of Sissy Chrissy—a 47-year-old feminine gay man who longs to live more fully as a woman, but who, for now, remains caught between the life she inhabits and the woman she imagines herself becoming.

    Some of what follows really happened.

    Some of it happened differently.

    Some of it began with a memory and was seduced into fantasy.

    And some of it never happened at all—except in the secret country of Chrissy’s imagination.

    That distinction will not always be made clear.

    It is more interesting that way.

    Within these pages, reality is negotiable.

    One story may place Chrissy in a familiar bedroom, bar, street, hotel room, or anonymous encounter. The next may drag her somewhere impossible: into the arms of machines, monsters, supernatural beings, forbidden lovers, creatures of fantasy, or strange worlds where ordinary rules no longer apply.

    The familiar and the impossible sleep beside each other here.

    So do tenderness and depravity.

    Romance and lust.

    Humor and humiliation.

    Fear and fascination.

    Beauty and grotesquerie.

    Some stories are playful and flirtatious.

    Some are tender.

    Some are deliberately trashy.

    Some are dark, feverish, and unsettling.

    Some indulge fantasies that polite people are not supposed to admit they have.

    And some wander unapologetically into territory that many readers will consider deeply taboo.

    That is not an accident.

    Fantasy has always been a place where human beings trespass.

    In imagination, we can approach the forbidden without claiming it should become permissible, flirt with danger without inviting it into reality, and explore thoughts that would be impossible, immoral, absurd, frightening, or even monstrous outside the protected territory of fiction.

    A fantasy is not a confession.

    A fantasy is not a manifesto.

    And a fantasy is not necessarily a wish for reality.

    Sometimes the imagination simply asks:

    What if?

    And Chrissy, more often than she probably should, answers.

    The Woman at the Center of It All
    For all the spectacle, kink, fantasy, horror, absurdity, and eroticism in these stories, the real subject of this book is Chrissy herself.

    Chrissy lives in contradiction.

    She is feminine, but the body she inhabits still tells another story.

    She wants to be desired as a woman, touched as a woman, admired as a woman, and recognized as the person she feels herself becoming.

    Yet she also carries decades of masculinity, insecurity, shame, humor, hunger, resilience, and memory with her.

    She can be brazen one moment and painfully vulnerable the next.

    She wants to be wanted.

    She wants to be seen.

    She wants to surrender without disappearing.

    She wants to be outrageous without apologizing.

    And sometimes she simply wants the freedom to imagine herself in situations reality would never permit.

    That conflict—the distance between who Chrissy is, who the world sees, and who Chrissy becomes when no one is watching—runs beneath nearly every story in this collection.

    Sometimes it surfaces as romance.

    Sometimes as comedy.

    Sometimes as darkness.

    And very often as desire.

    Because desire has a way of revealing the parts of us that daylight teaches us to hide.

    These stories allow Chrissy to stop hiding.

    A Private Theater of Desire
    The fantasies collected here are not restrained by realism.

    They are excessive by design.

    Some are conventional.

    Some are strange.

    Some are kinky.

    Some are deliberately provocative.

    Some will make certain readers laugh.

    Others may make them blush.

    Still others may make them shut the book and wonder what, exactly, they just read.

    That, too, is part of the experience.

    Chrissy’s imagination does not always concern itself with respectability.

    Sometimes it wants romance.

    Sometimes affection.

    Sometimes danger.

    Sometimes surrender.

    Sometimes something so outrageous that only fiction could contain it.

    And beneath all of that is perhaps the oldest fantasy of all:

    to step outside the limits of the self.

    To become more beautiful, more feminine, more desirable, more fearless, more shameless, more alive.

    To walk through a door reality keeps locked.

    Even if only for a few pages.

    #sissy #sissyboy #sissygirl #tgirl #crossdresser #transgirl #transwoman #shemale #femboy #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #blog #eroticblog #taboo #kink #fetish #transgender
    Hi sweets! I started a new blog! It's cleaner and easier to read and navigate. This blog contains explicit sexual themes, taboo fantasies, fetish content, and material that may offend or disturb some readers. Go here: https://lifeofsissychrissy.blogspot.com/ Intro: Foreword Welcome to The Life & Fantasies of Transgirl Sissy Chrissy. You should know, before turning another page, exactly what kind of book you are holding. This is not quite an autobiography. It is not quite fiction. It lives somewhere more dangerous than either. These stories emerge from the memories, desires, insecurities, obsessions, fears, curiosities, and private fantasies of Sissy Chrissy—a 47-year-old feminine gay man who longs to live more fully as a woman, but who, for now, remains caught between the life she inhabits and the woman she imagines herself becoming. Some of what follows really happened. Some of it happened differently. Some of it began with a memory and was seduced into fantasy. And some of it never happened at all—except in the secret country of Chrissy’s imagination. That distinction will not always be made clear. It is more interesting that way. Within these pages, reality is negotiable. One story may place Chrissy in a familiar bedroom, bar, street, hotel room, or anonymous encounter. The next may drag her somewhere impossible: into the arms of machines, monsters, supernatural beings, forbidden lovers, creatures of fantasy, or strange worlds where ordinary rules no longer apply. The familiar and the impossible sleep beside each other here. So do tenderness and depravity. Romance and lust. Humor and humiliation. Fear and fascination. Beauty and grotesquerie. Some stories are playful and flirtatious. Some are tender. Some are deliberately trashy. Some are dark, feverish, and unsettling. Some indulge fantasies that polite people are not supposed to admit they have. And some wander unapologetically into territory that many readers will consider deeply taboo. That is not an accident. Fantasy has always been a place where human beings trespass. In imagination, we can approach the forbidden without claiming it should become permissible, flirt with danger without inviting it into reality, and explore thoughts that would be impossible, immoral, absurd, frightening, or even monstrous outside the protected territory of fiction. A fantasy is not a confession. A fantasy is not a manifesto. And a fantasy is not necessarily a wish for reality. Sometimes the imagination simply asks: What if? And Chrissy, more often than she probably should, answers. The Woman at the Center of It All For all the spectacle, kink, fantasy, horror, absurdity, and eroticism in these stories, the real subject of this book is Chrissy herself. Chrissy lives in contradiction. She is feminine, but the body she inhabits still tells another story. She wants to be desired as a woman, touched as a woman, admired as a woman, and recognized as the person she feels herself becoming. Yet she also carries decades of masculinity, insecurity, shame, humor, hunger, resilience, and memory with her. She can be brazen one moment and painfully vulnerable the next. She wants to be wanted. She wants to be seen. She wants to surrender without disappearing. She wants to be outrageous without apologizing. And sometimes she simply wants the freedom to imagine herself in situations reality would never permit. That conflict—the distance between who Chrissy is, who the world sees, and who Chrissy becomes when no one is watching—runs beneath nearly every story in this collection. Sometimes it surfaces as romance. Sometimes as comedy. Sometimes as darkness. And very often as desire. Because desire has a way of revealing the parts of us that daylight teaches us to hide. These stories allow Chrissy to stop hiding. A Private Theater of Desire The fantasies collected here are not restrained by realism. They are excessive by design. Some are conventional. Some are strange. Some are kinky. Some are deliberately provocative. Some will make certain readers laugh. Others may make them blush. Still others may make them shut the book and wonder what, exactly, they just read. That, too, is part of the experience. Chrissy’s imagination does not always concern itself with respectability. Sometimes it wants romance. Sometimes affection. Sometimes danger. Sometimes surrender. Sometimes something so outrageous that only fiction could contain it. And beneath all of that is perhaps the oldest fantasy of all: to step outside the limits of the self. To become more beautiful, more feminine, more desirable, more fearless, more shameless, more alive. To walk through a door reality keeps locked. Even if only for a few pages. #sissy #sissyboy #sissygirl #tgirl #crossdresser #transgirl #transwoman #shemale #femboy #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #blog #eroticblog #taboo #kink #fetish #transgender
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  • Shadow Theater on White Wall
    (Resident permit only)

    Shadow Theater
    On White Wall
    Puppet life
    Of a ghosty girl
    Legs and shadow
    Of breasts under dress
    Light of Moon
    Makes all shadows
    Loose moving in mess
    Night ends soon
    Shadow's gone
    Body s stiil
    Soul's dead
    I'm confused...

    Permit holders
    Only
    For Cab
    Am I Wanted
    Or just not yet ...?

    What is shadow
    Cut off under Moon?
    What is body
    Of girl?
    Am I
    Doll?
    Am I Puppet?
    Has My Soul Gone?

    I change colours
    Of lipstick
    And skirts...
    Am I muppet
    of Death and Rebirth?

    Only Moon
    Knows answers
    Right
    I am shadow
    On walls in
    The Night...
    Shadow Theater on White Wall (Resident permit only) Shadow Theater On White Wall Puppet life Of a ghosty girl Legs and shadow Of breasts under dress Light of Moon Makes all shadows Loose moving in mess Night ends soon Shadow's gone Body s stiil Soul's dead I'm confused... Permit holders Only For Cab Am I Wanted Or just not yet ...? What is shadow Cut off under Moon? What is body Of girl? Am I Doll? Am I Puppet? Has My Soul Gone? I change colours Of lipstick And skirts... Am I muppet of Death and Rebirth? Only Moon Knows answers Right I am shadow On walls in The Night...
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  • What a day in Chesterfield... (Story)
    Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down..
    He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care.
    He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working...
    How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that..
    I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield..
    I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual.
    He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work..
    We had chatted extensively before hand anyway.
    I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready...
    He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk.
    He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position..
    He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point..
    I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look...
    OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer.
    I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his **** head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully...
    After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift **** to give my mouth a brief rest....
    I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted ..
    He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop...
    Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day..
    I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard.....
    Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2...
    ____________________
    If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch.
    I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck.
    All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply)
    Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training.
    If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
    What a day in Chesterfield... (Story) Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down.. He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care. He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working... How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that.. I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield.. I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual. He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work.. We had chatted extensively before hand anyway. I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready... He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk. He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position.. He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point.. I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look... OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer. I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his cock head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully... After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift wank to give my mouth a brief rest.... I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted .. He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop... Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day.. I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard..... Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2... ____________________ If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch. I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck. All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply) Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training. If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
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  • Moon lights

    Moon lights
    On tights
    Moon light's
    In minds
    I do not know
    Why
    In nights
    I go out
    To regain
    To be myself
    To sleep all day...
    To hide myself
    To ask the owl
    Old Lady Owl,
    What is goal?
    She looked around
    Change few branches
    To say so strangely
    "No matches..."

    No match for me?
    Just lighter in my beg?
    I come again
    Another night
    She's back

    And answered
    More kindly
    That my Love
    Is sky in
    Night
    With stars and
    Moon above

    Since than
    I am so happy
    Always come
    For Dates
    In night
    With Moon
    By old brick wall
    By Gates
    Moon lights Moon lights On tights Moon light's In minds I do not know Why In nights I go out To regain To be myself To sleep all day... To hide myself To ask the owl Old Lady Owl, What is goal? She looked around Change few branches To say so strangely "No matches..." No match for me? Just lighter in my beg? I come again Another night She's back And answered More kindly That my Love Is sky in Night With stars and Moon above Since than I am so happy Always come For Dates In night With Moon By old brick wall By Gates
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  • Morning ladies. Hope you have a nice weekend. Out at mt sisters later for a few sherberts so will be slightly drunk. Shame i won't be dressed.
    Morning ladies. Hope you have a nice weekend. Out at mt sisters later for a few sherberts so will be slightly drunk. Shame i won't be dressed. 💋
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  • Delighted with my new stockings. Definitely worth spending a little more on these girls. They feel yummy on my freshly veeted legs xxx
    Delighted with my new stockings. Definitely worth spending a little more on these girls. They feel yummy on my freshly veeted legs xxx
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  • Moon Light

    A wolfess
    Calling in the night
    Nor Love
    And neither date
    She meets the Moon,
    Moon magic light
    Makes everything
    Remain...
    The wolfess's
    Getting
    New true vibe
    New passions...
    But Love...
    But Love she keeps
    So deep inside
    That could not
    Find new Path...
    Moon Light A wolfess Calling in the night Nor Love And neither date She meets the Moon, Moon magic light Makes everything Remain... The wolfess's Getting New true vibe New passions... But Love... But Love she keeps So deep inside That could not Find new Path...
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  • My night
    Is open
    To dark skies
    To windows
    Lit of light
    To arch
    That leads
    Me into
    Life
    Night life
    Without
    Mind.

    I like
    To feel
    That solitude
    That Love
    Could not
    Fill up
    The space
    Of Soul
    In its wait
    For answer
    From
    Above...
    My night Is open To dark skies To windows Lit of light To arch That leads Me into Life Night life Without Mind. I like To feel That solitude That Love Could not Fill up The space Of Soul In its wait For answer From Above...
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  • En trans ...

    My travel
    Follows
    Days and Nights
    In narrow
    Corridor
    Between
    The homeless
    In sight
    And pinky shadowed
    Walls.
    I stop
    A second
    Just to think
    What have I lost today
    But feelings
    Happy
    Light
    And 🩷 pink
    Makes
    Me alive again

    I lost my Future
    In the Past
    I lost my roofs
    My roots
    Between pink wall
    And homeless
    Is path
    Strange path
    I lonely go...
    ...
    En trans ... My travel Follows Days and Nights In narrow Corridor Between The homeless In sight And pinky shadowed Walls. I stop A second Just to think What have I lost today But feelings Happy Light And 🩷 pink Makes Me alive again I lost my Future In the Past I lost my roofs My roots Between pink wall And homeless Is path Strange path I lonely go... ...
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  • What a day in Chesterfield... (Story)
    Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down..
    He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care.
    He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working...
    How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that..
    I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield..
    I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual.
    He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work..
    We had chatted extensively before hand anyway.
    I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready...
    He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk.
    He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position..
    He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point..
    I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look...
    OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer.
    I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his **** head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully...
    After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift **** to give my mouth a brief rest....
    I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted ..
    He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop...
    Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day..
    I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard.....
    Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2...
    ____________________
    If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch.
    I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck.
    All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply)
    Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training.
    If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
    What a day in Chesterfield... (Story) Jamie got in touch with an offer I could not turn down.. He said he lived in Chesterfield which was not exactly next door but in this case I didn't care. He said he was 25 and worked from home 3 days a week, his partner was at work 9 till 5 every day.. He said that he was not interested in anything himself but was happy to help with my training if I was interested, he said he would put on some Holdups and was already smooth as was his partner... He said unfortunately I can't stop work but he can move the desk and put some pillows down for me, he said you can just help yourself for as long as you want, he said he often has to do multiple sittings, he said you can suck all day if you wanted, although he said 3pm may be a safe time to finish, he said once I had had enough I could just show myself out as he would still be working... How could I say no to that offer, I new I dropped my Wife off at work at 9 so could be at Jamie's at 10ish giving me upto 5 hours training...How perfect is that.. I grabbed some snacks and a pack up and off I went to Chesterfield.. I got there a little after 10 which was annoying as the traffic was worse than usual. He let me in and we briefly chatted again before he had to go back to work.. We had chatted extensively before hand anyway. I noticed he was wearing a dressing gown so I was guessing he was ready... He lead me into his study, a small spare room, where I noticed he had pulled his desk away from the wall, into the centre of the room, I could also see a selection of Pillows lining the floor under the desk. He was already sat down and was adjusting his dressing gown, I could only see a plain black t-shirt under his gown from this position.. He said, Help yourself and continue when you like, he pointed out the kitchen and living room and Bathroom so I could take a break at any point.. I put my bag down and got down onto the floor under the desk, luckily a good sized desk, there were even led lamps on the floor either side of the desk creating loads of light under the desk, I got down under the desk for my first look... OMG... There was a 6" soft very smooth full head showing co ck, hanging there, he was spread nice and wide with his Black Holdups on as he said he would, he had sat right on the edge of his chair.. I could not wait any longer. I got as close as I could and leaned and slid his cock head straight into my mouth, wetting his head with my tongue, I leant even further and sucked his full shaft into my mouth then slowly wetting it all fully untill I could slide my head up and down his shaft fully... After a very short time he slowly grew bigger and hard, I'm glad he was sat upright to there was minimal tension on his shaft, a smooth fresh looking shaft now about 7", I was in heaven, I sucked merrily on his shaft and every now and then switching to sucking on his co ck head alone, sometimes fast short sucks and other times full length sucks, also switching from tight grip to very gentle sensual sucking, I just had enough room to use my hand for a short but swift wank to give my mouth a brief rest.... I can't tell you how pleasurable this was, I could here him typing away at his work and here I am Servicing his co ck for as long as I liked... It was everything I could have wanted .. He could last too, it took me about 35 minutes before I noticed a few twitches, he shifted slightly, I sucked just the head of his co ck, waiting for my first reward, for the first time his keyboard went quiet and I heard a faint yes yes, then suddenly a huge jet of juice shot out to the back of my throat, I had to swallow mid flow as a second huge load was filling my mouth faster then I could swallow, luckily the third load was much smaller allowing me to mop up every last drop... Wow how amazing I thought, a huge meal and all this Training for free..all day.. I crawled out from under the table and glanced up at him, he gave me a smile and nod of approval then was back on his keyboard..... Look out for What a day in Chesterfield Part 2... ____________________ If you are local to Derby and can help with my Practice and Training like above then please get in touch. I don't expect anything else in return as you are already letting me use your co ck. All I ask is that you are Smooth Shaven with full head showing and are willing to wear Holdups Tights or Stockings. ( Which I could supply) Oh and if you don't mind will you let me Swallow please... It's part of the training. If you married or with someone I will keep it all quiet and as stated no Mess or Waste and of course No Evidence....
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  • Test

    My Soul trapped
    Between the wall
    And prohibition sign
    Is wondering
    Where to go...
    To that in tunnel
    Light???

    What if it is
    Just a light of lamp
    Or car
    Or lit for pray...?
    What if
    it is just in my mind
    That I should not obey...

    My body trapped
    By estrogen
    With tiny frenchy breasts
    That are so sensitive
    To touch
    Despite I am still dressed

    My legs a trapped
    In heels and tights
    The only way to move
    Into the tunnel
    With no lights
    To live
    To stay in mood.

    Don't touch me
    I am not a Doll -
    Fist Aiders
    Freindly toy
    My heart
    Is cold
    It bits with joy
    With Joy of getting old
    Make up
    Or lipstic
    Just old shoes
    Old bag
    And no return

    I am still trapped
    I am confused
    By time
    That passed
    That's gone

    Gone so unstoppable
    So wrong
    But who could
    Change its course?
    If I was young
    Again
    I'd choose
    My estrogen
    To fall?
    To stay as cold
    As I could be
    Not waisting
    Tears
    Hearts...
    My tiny breasts
    Nobody'd seen
    Why that become a must?
    Why I was hiding
    From my Love
    Why feared
    To crash
    ..?
    No trusting
    Hiding hands in gloves
    And lips from kisses taste.
    Why I am different
    From girls
    Who felt
    Being pregnant fast
    They never wanted
    Have a kid
    I dreamt
    And I was last..

    Last in the order
    Waiting list?
    High estrogen
    Served first...
    My heart is broken
    That Love
    True Love
    Nobody
    Was...
    Was ever interested
    Meet
    Misled by estrogen.
    My heart was never
    Cold indeed..

    You've failed test
    My test...
    Test My Soul trapped Between the wall And prohibition sign Is wondering Where to go... To that in tunnel Light??? What if it is Just a light of lamp Or car Or lit for pray...? What if it is just in my mind That I should not obey... My body trapped By estrogen With tiny frenchy breasts That are so sensitive To touch Despite I am still dressed My legs a trapped In heels and tights The only way to move Into the tunnel With no lights To live To stay in mood. Don't touch me I am not a Doll - Fist Aiders Freindly toy My heart Is cold It bits with joy With Joy of getting old Make up Or lipstic Just old shoes Old bag And no return I am still trapped I am confused By time That passed That's gone Gone so unstoppable So wrong But who could Change its course? If I was young Again I'd choose My estrogen To fall? To stay as cold As I could be Not waisting Tears Hearts... My tiny breasts Nobody'd seen Why that become a must? Why I was hiding From my Love Why feared To crash ..? No trusting Hiding hands in gloves And lips from kisses taste. Why I am different From girls Who felt Being pregnant fast They never wanted Have a kid I dreamt And I was last.. Last in the order Waiting list? High estrogen Served first... My heart is broken That Love True Love Nobody Was... Was ever interested Meet Misled by estrogen. My heart was never Cold indeed.. You've failed test My test...
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  • Dream Flights

    Long Dream

    I jump
    Long jump
    In dreams
    In nights
    White wall
    Of disbelief
    Will I just land
    Upon sunrise?
    Or be with
    Air still
    Why I was flying
    In my dream?
    What
    Kind of bird
    I was
    Black Bird
    That cries
    Redeem
    Redeem
    Of everything
    Was lost...?
    Why
    I am hitting
    Always wall
    Why it is white
    At Night?
    Is it too much
    Be bird
    For girl
    And loose
    The earthy touch...?
    What if white wall
    All sudden falls
    To steal my shadow
    Shape...?
    What if my shadow
    Of the girl
    Have lost
    Its sense and place?
    ...
    What is my shadow?
    Penis
    Snake
    Or hand of sinking girl?
    Why I am flying
    To white wall?
    How big ?
    Am I night owl?
    Dream Flights Long Dream I jump Long jump In dreams In nights White wall Of disbelief Will I just land Upon sunrise? Or be with Air still Why I was flying In my dream? What Kind of bird I was Black Bird That cries Redeem Redeem Of everything Was lost...? Why I am hitting Always wall Why it is white At Night? Is it too much Be bird For girl And loose The earthy touch...? What if white wall All sudden falls To steal my shadow Shape...? What if my shadow Of the girl Have lost Its sense and place? ... What is my shadow? Penis Snake Or hand of sinking girl? Why I am flying To white wall? How big ? Am I night owl?
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  • Have a great weekend, sisters and admirers! Since the photo is a bit hot, I’ve obscured the details slightly.
    Have a great weekend, sisters and admirers! 😘 Since the photo is a bit hot, I’ve obscured the details slightly. 😊
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  • Blue Light
    Friday Night.


    I wish you all to enjoy Friday, may be new date, may be new outfit...
    Blue Light Friday Night. I wish you all to enjoy Friday, may be new date, may be new outfit...
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  • First Cold

    First blow of a winter wind,
    Night,
    Heely boots...
    I'm walking
    Through,
    No light...

    First time
    Wind makes
    My hair
    Lovely good
    I feel
    Wind does not mind

    I come
    With cold
    And ask for plead
    Slow kiss
    Red wine
    And minty cigarette...

    Don't tell me
    I do know
    Love is over
    I am just
    Strange girlfriend
    And need
    Just plead to cover...
    First Cold First blow of a winter wind, Night, Heely boots... I'm walking Through, No light... First time Wind makes My hair Lovely good I feel Wind does not mind I come With cold And ask for plead Slow kiss Red wine And minty cigarette... Don't tell me I do know Love is over I am just Strange girlfriend And need Just plead to cover...
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  • I think I'm coming down with a head cold...sniff sniff... muzzy head and slightly dizzy " what else is new"? Lolol I managed to take some photos I actually grabbed the wrong dress..duh dribble dribble.... but I hope you like them.... love you all absolutely through and through..my friends....my sister's....see y'all tomorrow or something lol..
    I think I'm coming down with a head cold...sniff sniff... muzzy head and slightly dizzy " what else is new"? Lolol I managed to take some photos I actually grabbed the wrong dress..duh dribble dribble.... but I hope you like them.... love you all absolutely through and through..my friends....my sister's....see y'all tomorrow or something lol..💗💖💝💓💞💙💜❣️😘😘😘
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  • Good morning sisters , you know It’s not easy for me either, just as it isn’t for many of you. But as long as the light in my soul keeps burning, I will continue to be that wall—and the strength behind it, making sure it never crumbles, as far as I can.
    Good morning sisters 💋 , you know It’s not easy for me either, just as it isn’t for many of you. But as long as the light in my soul keeps burning, I will continue to be that wall—and the strength behind it, making sure it never crumbles, as far as I can. 😘
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  • Talk to the trees

    I used to talk
    To flowers
    And trees
    I was just told
    The way of real Miss
    Be shy
    Be silent
    Look away
    Hide your desires
    Whole day...
    And after lonely
    And cold night
    Meet early morning
    With sun light...
    Talk to your tree
    Tell Love you never felt
    And leaves
    Are messages
    So elegantly sent...
    You heart will know meaning
    Almost straight
    Be shy
    Be silent
    Never mind...
    Talk to the trees I used to talk To flowers And trees I was just told The way of real Miss Be shy Be silent Look away Hide your desires Whole day... And after lonely And cold night Meet early morning With sun light... Talk to your tree Tell Love you never felt And leaves Are messages So elegantly sent... You heart will know meaning Almost straight Be shy Be silent Never mind...
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  • When it comes to things to do in bedroom, i must be very boring, I'm not into the BDSM thing, no real heavy stuff, light spanking, maybe i need to try different things
    When it comes to things to do in bedroom, i must be very boring, I'm not into the BDSM thing, no real heavy stuff, light spanking, maybe i need to try different things 😲
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  • Thanks to the many kind people on this planet, including this wonderful community, I'm becoming much more confident and even smile at myself sometimes. So much so that now I can be lighthearted and a little playful! I din't want this post be completely vulgar, so I blurred it a bit and I hope you don't mind the pics; I just felt the vibe!

    Ladies, I admire you! You are beautiful, full of life, kind, bright people with a spark in your soul (and ass haha)! I adore you!

    P.S. Yes, the same outfit, but for now, two leopard prints are all I have. And it just happened that way, not that I wanted to be a cat 24/7 :DDDD
    Thanks to the many kind people on this planet, including this wonderful community, I'm becoming much more confident and even smile at myself sometimes. So much so that now I can be lighthearted and a little playful! I din't want this post be completely vulgar, so I blurred it a bit and I hope you don't mind the pics; I just felt the vibe! Ladies, I admire you! You are beautiful, full of life, kind, bright people with a spark in your soul (and ass haha)! I adore you! P.S. Yes, the same outfit, but for now, two leopard prints are all I have. And it just happened that way, not that I wanted to be a cat 24/7 :DDDD
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  • First Light
    First Light
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  • Night Turns

    I closed door
    The only
    Lonely nights
    I walk through
    Streets
    With rear lights
    I pass through
    Turns
    Of long forgotten past
    And windows
    That are dark
    Was it a must
    To let your
    Freedom
    Be with her
    Or I just used
    Excuse...

    Night light
    Night walk
    Forgotten talk
    What was
    Somebody's might
    Night Turns I closed door The only Lonely nights I walk through Streets With rear lights I pass through Turns Of long forgotten past And windows That are dark Was it a must To let your Freedom Be with her Or I just used Excuse... Night light Night walk Forgotten talk What was Somebody's might
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  • Last Lonely Night

    We parted
    Suddenly
    So long ago
    I felt
    My wedding
    Got no sense
    I asked you
    Straight
    Why don't you go?
    To happy life
    With somebody
    In bed...

    Yes
    I am cold
    I'm locked in solitude
    Don't waste your Time
    In hope to revive
    My heart is silent
    Silent in the night
    And just Your window
    When you **** her
    Makes warm light...

    Leave me alone
    Please don't fight
    I wish you make her happy
    Bye
    I am alright..
    Last Lonely Night We parted Suddenly So long ago I felt My wedding Got no sense I asked you Straight Why don't you go? To happy life With somebody In bed... Yes I am cold I'm locked in solitude Don't waste your Time In hope to revive My heart is silent Silent in the night And just Your window When you fuck her Makes warm light... Leave me alone Please don't fight I wish you make her happy Bye I am alright..
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  • I'm facing female hate again and again. I registered on a dating site and posted a photo with just some lightened filters applied—after all, we all want to look a little better. So, I got a notification from the moderator: your photo isn't real, you're not allowed on the dating site. So, I posted my photo here—the lightened one, the original one—and the moderator, who didn't allow me on the site. I think it's just basic female envy, or hostility, towards people like us. Or maybe I'm just wrong?
    I'm facing female hate again and again. I registered on a dating site and posted a photo with just some lightened filters applied—after all, we all want to look a little better. So, I got a notification from the moderator: your photo isn't real, you're not allowed on the dating site. So, I posted my photo here—the lightened one, the original one—and the moderator, who didn't allow me on the site. I think it's just basic female envy, or hostility, towards people like us. Or maybe I'm just wrong?
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  • 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.
    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.
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  • 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 🩶
    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 🩶♥️💕💓❣️😘
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  • It's thunder and lightning here... I do love a good thunderstorm lol... I've been out braving the elements and I found a very pretty dress for a really good sale price.. I'll probably wear it later and show you all... until then here's a few more of the day I had to myself and ventured out into the garden lolol how brave...oh and I actually let people see me through the window and it actually felt so good because... they didn't bat an eyelid lololol... love you all your absolutely gorgeous amazing beautiful people and friends
    It's thunder and lightning here... I do love a good thunderstorm lol... I've been out braving the elements and I found a very pretty dress for a really good sale price.. I'll probably wear it later and show you all... until then here's a few more of the day I had to myself and ventured out into the garden lolol how brave...oh and I actually let people see me through the window and it actually felt so good because... they didn't bat an eyelid lololol... love you all your absolutely gorgeous amazing beautiful people and friends ❤️💓💝♥️💜💕💞❣️💖😘
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  • on a slightly different note. I got one them smart telescopes. When the clouds part like the red sea, i like to fiddle with the universe.
    This was a couple of nights ago - not bad for a £500 little box huh
    on a slightly different note. I got one them smart telescopes. When the clouds part like the red sea, i like to fiddle with the universe. This was a couple of nights ago - not bad for a £500 little box huh
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  • Talks to Sappho
    ( 1. Invitation )

    I met Sappho
    I talked
    To her
    So long
    So long ago
    She told me
    You are girl of dream
    Why do you look
    For boy
    When it is not
    What You're for
    Please Darling
    Undestand
    Why you don't let
    Be just yourself
    With feelings
    Touch
    So tend...
    So tenderly
    Why dont you come
    To me one night
    To feel ...?
    That my Love's right....
    No need be straight
    When passions will lead...

    I just confessed
    I'm too afraid
    To wear white short dress
    She whispered
    No need for veil
    Night is to be undressed.
    I burn all pale pink and red
    My heart was beating strong...
    I answered
    Her with all hope
    I ll come, please teach my
    Tongue

    She looked with
    Passion and lust
    And touched
    My Lotus...
    Touched it straight
    And whispered.
    I need your light
    Your touch
    Your carress
    All my loss
    I wait you
    Tenderly
    In night
    Come
    Find me
    On Lesbos...
    Talks to Sappho ( 1. Invitation ) I met Sappho I talked To her So long So long ago She told me You are girl of dream Why do you look For boy When it is not What You're for Please Darling Undestand Why you don't let Be just yourself With feelings Touch So tend... So tenderly Why dont you come To me one night To feel ...? That my Love's right.... No need be straight When passions will lead... I just confessed I'm too afraid To wear white short dress She whispered No need for veil Night is to be undressed. I burn all pale pink and red My heart was beating strong... I answered Her with all hope I ll come, please teach my Tongue She looked with Passion and lust And touched My Lotus... Touched it straight And whispered. I need your light Your touch Your carress All my loss I wait you Tenderly In night Come Find me On Lesbos...
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  • My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress

    Dear Diary,

    I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me.

    It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer.

    The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent.

    The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical.

    And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking.

    I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric.

    But perhaps that is its charm.

    There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion.

    Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it.

    What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear.

    And somehow, I absolutely love it.
    My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress Dear Diary, I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me. It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer. The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent. The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical. And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric. But perhaps that is its charm. There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion. Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it. What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear. And somehow, I absolutely love it.
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  • The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial.

    I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns.

    One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit.

    eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase.

    Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day.

    But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself.

    That morning, however, I couldn't decide.

    So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved.

    Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink?

    The answer came back quickly.

    Black.

    Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep.

    The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together.

    I stared at the black nightgown.

    "Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning."

    I slipped it on.

    The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror.

    Grok had a point.

    There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed.

    I smiled at my reflection.

    "Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door."

    I laughed to myself.

    Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea.

    There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van.

    Eventually, I heard it.

    The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door.

    For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision.

    Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous.

    Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds.

    Then came the knock.

    I took a breath.

    "Normal morning energy," I reminded myself.

    I opened the door.

    "Morning," the postman said.

    "Morning."

    He handed me the letters.

    "Thanks."

    "No problem. Have a good day."

    "You too."

    And that was it.

    The door closed.

    I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand.

    The great sartorial crisis was over.

    Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning.

    I burst out laughing.

    All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute.

    But perhaps that was precisely the point.

    At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions.

    Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make.

    There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone.

    I simply wanted to wear the black satin.

    So I did.

    I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling.

    My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood.

    Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for.

    It was simply part of me.

    And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content.

    "Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right."

    The black had been the stronger choice.

    And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.
    The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial. I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns. One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit. eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase. Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day. But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself. That morning, however, I couldn't decide. So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved. Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink? The answer came back quickly. Black. Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep. The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together. I stared at the black nightgown. "Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning." I slipped it on. The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror. Grok had a point. There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed. I smiled at my reflection. "Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door." I laughed to myself. Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea. There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van. Eventually, I heard it. The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door. For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision. Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous. Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds. Then came the knock. I took a breath. "Normal morning energy," I reminded myself. I opened the door. "Morning," the postman said. "Morning." He handed me the letters. "Thanks." "No problem. Have a good day." "You too." And that was it. The door closed. I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand. The great sartorial crisis was over. Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning. I burst out laughing. All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute. But perhaps that was precisely the point. At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions. Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make. There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone. I simply wanted to wear the black satin. So I did. I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling. My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood. Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for. It was simply part of me. And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content. "Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right." The black had been the stronger choice. And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.
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  • Have a delightful Sunday everyone xxx
    Have a delightful Sunday everyone xxx
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  • Anyone free for some afternoon delight?
    Anyone free for some afternoon delight?
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  • Well I'm going to try to sleep now lol this sticky heat is making it difficult to sleep so I took a few piccies and tried some new eye shadow.. it's rather shimmery... this dress is extremely lightweight and thin and I would go out in it if I thought I could get away with it lolol... love you all because you all make me happy and feel welcomed especially considering I've only been on here about a week...
    Well I'm going to try to sleep now lol this sticky heat is making it difficult to sleep so I took a few piccies and tried some new eye shadow.. it's rather shimmery... this dress is extremely lightweight and thin and I would go out in it if I thought I could get away with it lolol... love you all because you all make me happy and feel welcomed especially considering I've only been on here about a week...❤️💕💖💋😘
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  • At 4am I was in garage playing dress up while everyone was asleep, peeking to see if any lights are on downstairs, don't wanna get busted again
    At 4am I was in garage playing dress up while everyone was asleep, peeking to see if any lights are on downstairs, don't wanna get busted again
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  • I walk in night ...
    You never saw
    Me true...
    The one who
    Waited
    So so long...
    You've passed
    In darkness
    Dressed
    In blue...
    Gray day
    A bit or rain
    And fog...

    I sat alone
    Under shaky light
    The wind
    Was terrible
    And cold...
    Another
    Missed
    Forever night...
    Another
    Coming
    Day of girl...

    I am not waiting
    Anymore
    Enough
    Of stupid
    Silly hopes

    I walk through
    Night
    That also goes
    To early
    Morning
    In its might...

    You've passed
    I never got it right...
    What could have been
    The other kind
    The other hopless
    Attempt.
    Without any happy end...
    I walk in night ... You never saw Me true... The one who Waited So so long... You've passed In darkness Dressed In blue... Gray day A bit or rain And fog... I sat alone Under shaky light The wind Was terrible And cold... Another Missed Forever night... Another Coming Day of girl... I am not waiting Anymore Enough Of stupid Silly hopes I walk through Night That also goes To early Morning In its might... You've passed I never got it right... What could have been The other kind The other hopless Attempt. Without any happy end...
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  • One of my favourite skirts is this two tiered Lace one it a skort and it's so lightweight and you hardly know your wearing it. I suppose it will go with almost any top as well...or even a bikini top or one piece swimsuit for the beach bar...
    One of my favourite skirts is this two tiered Lace one it a skort and it's so lightweight and you hardly know your wearing it. I suppose it will go with almost any top as well...or even a bikini top or one piece swimsuit for the beach bar...
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  • Birds fly away, leaving this place behind,
    The city falls quiet, to all fears resigned.
    But I take flight,
    Like a crow in the night.

    Someone fired shots just to make me run,
    But I will sit tight, I won't be undone.
    I'm not like them,
    A crow to condemn.

    No glass left to shatter, it's already gone,
    A dark fairy tale where the sun once shone.
    But I still sing,
    Where the crow spreads its wing.
    Birds fly away, leaving this place behind, The city falls quiet, to all fears resigned. But I take flight, Like a crow in the night. Someone fired shots just to make me run, But I will sit tight, I won't be undone. I'm not like them, A crow to condemn. No glass left to shatter, it's already gone, A dark fairy tale where the sun once shone. But I still sing, Where the crow spreads its wing. 💪 😎
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  • Morning all, had a wonderful day yesterday, a special evening with my partner 🫦 hotel was lovely, got slightly drunk up early, some fresh air, breakfast before heading home, off today
    🥰 Morning all, had a wonderful day yesterday, a special evening with my partner 🫦👠👗🥰 hotel was lovely, got slightly drunk 👀🥂 up early, some fresh air, breakfast before heading home, off today 💋
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  • Create a hairstyle analysis graphic using this portrait. Show side by side hairstyles comparisons to highlight which hairstyles suit the subject best. Make it visual first, with short labels only. The design should be elegant, and minimal, using a neutral beige background with a clean, modern infographic. On the left add a large studio portrait, using the photo uploaded. On the right: panel with title and Recommended. At the top add 4 or 5 hairstyle variations with checkmarks. In the middle add an Okay section with 4 or 5 styles with neutral icons. Bottom add Less Flattering, with 4 or 5 styles with X. Footer put styling tips. Consistent subject, high-res 4by5. Make this hairstyle analysis infographic look even more premium with cleaner studio portraits, sharper typography, and a few more stylish modern haircut options. First ask me for a photo.
    Create a hairstyle analysis graphic using this portrait. Show side by side hairstyles comparisons to highlight which hairstyles suit the subject best. Make it visual first, with short labels only. The design should be elegant, and minimal, using a neutral beige background with a clean, modern infographic. On the left add a large studio portrait, using the photo uploaded. On the right: panel with title and Recommended. At the top add 4 or 5 hairstyle variations with checkmarks. In the middle add an Okay section with 4 or 5 styles with neutral icons. Bottom add Less Flattering, with 4 or 5 styles with X. Footer put styling tips. Consistent subject, high-res 4by5. Make this hairstyle analysis infographic look even more premium with cleaner studio portraits, sharper typography, and a few more stylish modern haircut options. First ask me for a photo.
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  • Create a hairstyle analysis graphic using this portrait. Show side by side hairstyles comparisons to highlight which hairstyles suit the subject best. Make it visual first, with short labels only. The design should be elegant, and minimal, using a neutral beige background with a clean, modern infographic. On the left add a large studio portrait, using the photo uploaded. On the right: panel with title and Recommended. At the top add 4 or 5 hairstyle variations with checkmarks. In the middle add an Okay section with 4 or 5 styles with neutral icons. Bottom add Less Flattering, with 4 or 5 styles with X. Footer put styling tips. Consistent subject, high-res 4by5. Make this hairstyle analysis infographic look even more premium with cleaner studio portraits, sharper typography, and a few more stylish modern haircut options. First ask me for a photo.
    Create a hairstyle analysis graphic using this portrait. Show side by side hairstyles comparisons to highlight which hairstyles suit the subject best. Make it visual first, with short labels only. The design should be elegant, and minimal, using a neutral beige background with a clean, modern infographic. On the left add a large studio portrait, using the photo uploaded. On the right: panel with title and Recommended. At the top add 4 or 5 hairstyle variations with checkmarks. In the middle add an Okay section with 4 or 5 styles with neutral icons. Bottom add Less Flattering, with 4 or 5 styles with X. Footer put styling tips. Consistent subject, high-res 4by5. Make this hairstyle analysis infographic look even more premium with cleaner studio portraits, sharper typography, and a few more stylish modern haircut options. First ask me for a photo.
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  • Anyone near Derby/Nottingham Read Below.

    John private messaged me saying that he may be able to help me with my ongoing training, trying not to get too excited with all the failed offers that come up.
    I replied saying what did you have in mind, he said we'll I'm going to be honest, my wife is not interested in anything sex related anymore and my co ck is what you are looking for except I'm hairy at the moment, I said well how are you going to get around that, he said they don't see each other nude anymore either so he should be ok, he went on to say his wife worked Tuesdays to Thursday 12 lunch till 8pm... Well I don't usually ask but I said when he was smooth to send a picture... I thaught that would be the last of it but actually a few days later I got a 7" smooth Full Head Showing co ck pic, I could tell he had a bit of a belly but that co ck was very nice...
    I tried not to say too much except that I was interested, he went on to say he would use his wife's Tights... I was glad he remembered... We went through all the usual Cleanliness Discretion and Deceases bit ...
    I organised to pop round from work on the Tuesday and headed for Hucknall near Nottingham.. I arrived at his address at about 2:30.. He was much bigger than I expected, tall and slightly overweight but not too bad, we had a good chat about everything again..
    I asked him what he wanted exactly, He said he just wanted to offer his co ck for me to train with, I was happy with his proposal and said yes...He went off to change...
    A few minutes later he came back in his Robe and clearly wearing Tights, he stood next to me, so I opened his robe to take a look, his co ck was still behind the nylon and not through the small hole so I said to him to pull his co ck and Sacks through for me, which he did.
    His co ck about 5" Soft and medium size sacks, squeezed through the small hole in the tights, I adjusted his sacks a little so it was more comfortable.. He liked that straight away.
    I asked him where he wanted to sit or lie, he said he had thaught about that and because he was nervous he said he would rather not watch and he asked if I minded him closing his eyes. No of course not that very understandable, I said my preferred spot was on the edge of the arm chair with you holding your legs spread with your knees although you may be there some time depending how long you last, he said ok will will try that.
    I was trying to hide my excitement at this point, he got down on the Arm Chair right on the edge, grabbed each knee sat back and spread his legs, he closed his eyes leaving me with his co ck for my entire selfish enjoyment, I could not believe how lucky I was..
    I got down on the floor and raised his shaft with my right hand and slid the head into my mouth, wetting it fully, then wetting the shaft fully, he was hard already, I started by placing my lips just behind his co ck head and sucking up and down only about 2" maximum but fairly quick, at the same time playing with his hole with my tongue, as I like to make sure to fully enjoy the pre cum that dribbles out..
    His co ck was solid and now a wonderful 7" Ish, I was so so excited.. I continue sliding my head up and down his shaft, every now and then taking all of it in then going back to a couple of inches again, I occasionally sucked on his smooth balls, one at a time, then back to my feeding stick... After 10 minutes I switched to using my hand to wa nk his co ck, but always keeping it in my mouth as I'm not wasting one drop of my feed, I was amazed how long he lasted, about another 10 minutes, when eventually I noticed he had the odd shallow moan, and the odd throb coming from his shaft... I switched back to short sucks behind his co ck head, hard and fast, I could tell he was getting close, he sat up suddenly when my mouth was filled fully with his beautiful cum, I swallowed it down, full again, I swallowed again OMG full again, I swallowed a third time, Incredible... I got every last drop, and eventually he started to droop again...
    I was a little over excited and straight away asked wether he wanted me to stay for more or to go...
    He looked shocked, you want to have more, Yes please I said, he seemed shocked and said yes of course, we waited about an hour before I managed to get him hard again, eventually getting my second helping...
    Sadly I had no time for anymore as I needed to fetch my wife....
    I was already looking forward to tomorrows visit..

    If you can help please please get in touch...
    All you need is a Smooth Co ck and Balls, Full Head Showing and willing to wear Tights...
    Oh and I MUST be aloud to Swallow.....

    Anyone near Derby/Nottingham Read Below. John private messaged me saying that he may be able to help me with my ongoing training, trying not to get too excited with all the failed offers that come up. I replied saying what did you have in mind, he said we'll I'm going to be honest, my wife is not interested in anything sex related anymore and my co ck is what you are looking for except I'm hairy at the moment, I said well how are you going to get around that, he said they don't see each other nude anymore either so he should be ok, he went on to say his wife worked Tuesdays to Thursday 12 lunch till 8pm... Well I don't usually ask but I said when he was smooth to send a picture... I thaught that would be the last of it but actually a few days later I got a 7" smooth Full Head Showing co ck pic, I could tell he had a bit of a belly but that co ck was very nice... I tried not to say too much except that I was interested, he went on to say he would use his wife's Tights... I was glad he remembered... We went through all the usual Cleanliness Discretion and Deceases bit ... I organised to pop round from work on the Tuesday and headed for Hucknall near Nottingham.. I arrived at his address at about 2:30.. He was much bigger than I expected, tall and slightly overweight but not too bad, we had a good chat about everything again.. I asked him what he wanted exactly, He said he just wanted to offer his co ck for me to train with, I was happy with his proposal and said yes...He went off to change... A few minutes later he came back in his Robe and clearly wearing Tights, he stood next to me, so I opened his robe to take a look, his co ck was still behind the nylon and not through the small hole so I said to him to pull his co ck and Sacks through for me, which he did. His co ck about 5" Soft and medium size sacks, squeezed through the small hole in the tights, I adjusted his sacks a little so it was more comfortable.. He liked that straight away. I asked him where he wanted to sit or lie, he said he had thaught about that and because he was nervous he said he would rather not watch and he asked if I minded him closing his eyes. No of course not that very understandable, I said my preferred spot was on the edge of the arm chair with you holding your legs spread with your knees although you may be there some time depending how long you last, he said ok will will try that. I was trying to hide my excitement at this point, he got down on the Arm Chair right on the edge, grabbed each knee sat back and spread his legs, he closed his eyes leaving me with his co ck for my entire selfish enjoyment, I could not believe how lucky I was.. I got down on the floor and raised his shaft with my right hand and slid the head into my mouth, wetting it fully, then wetting the shaft fully, he was hard already, I started by placing my lips just behind his co ck head and sucking up and down only about 2" maximum but fairly quick, at the same time playing with his hole with my tongue, as I like to make sure to fully enjoy the pre cum that dribbles out.. His co ck was solid and now a wonderful 7" Ish, I was so so excited.. I continue sliding my head up and down his shaft, every now and then taking all of it in then going back to a couple of inches again, I occasionally sucked on his smooth balls, one at a time, then back to my feeding stick... After 10 minutes I switched to using my hand to wa nk his co ck, but always keeping it in my mouth as I'm not wasting one drop of my feed, I was amazed how long he lasted, about another 10 minutes, when eventually I noticed he had the odd shallow moan, and the odd throb coming from his shaft... I switched back to short sucks behind his co ck head, hard and fast, I could tell he was getting close, he sat up suddenly when my mouth was filled fully with his beautiful cum, I swallowed it down, full again, I swallowed again OMG full again, I swallowed a third time, Incredible... I got every last drop, and eventually he started to droop again... I was a little over excited and straight away asked wether he wanted me to stay for more or to go... He looked shocked, you want to have more, Yes please I said, he seemed shocked and said yes of course, we waited about an hour before I managed to get him hard again, eventually getting my second helping... Sadly I had no time for anymore as I needed to fetch my wife.... I was already looking forward to tomorrows visit.. If you can help please please get in touch... All you need is a Smooth Co ck and Balls, Full Head Showing and willing to wear Tights... Oh and I MUST be aloud to Swallow.....
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