After numerous visits John was now a regular source of my Feeds but then all of a sudden he wanted something for himself..
Well I was shocked, all this time like clockwork I used to go round while his Wife was at work and he used to grab his wife's Tights, Spread his legs and Day after Day he let me empty his Co ck and have my Feeds, so why now does he want something for himself... I was so nervous... Was I still going to get my regular Feed or was this arrangement going to come to an end.
Had I been too selfish, wanting his Co ck so many times all for myself, had I pushed it too far...
I was shaking with nerves when I asked what was it you wanted, and waited for his answer..
He said, I want to try Feeding from you, I thaught to myself OMG no, how was i going to get round this, oh ok well I guess it's only fare that you get to try, but the best I can offer is for you to try after you have let me Feed first...
He went for it and said ok we can try that...
Thank god I thaught, at least I get what I want first and hopefully he won't like it, and that will be that, I really don't want to lose my Feeds just because he wants one....
I arrived at his as usual and he was all ready for me, he as normal sat on the edge of his Sofa, Held his knees and spread wide, I got on my knees as I did and emptied his Co ck in about 15 minutes, I still loved every drop, so I'm not looking forward to him having mine..
I did not let him wait and went and changed and washed and put on some Holdups, got on the sofa, lay back and spread, I was so small and limp, as I was ill prepared, that I hoped it would put him off.
I was amazed that even though I just Fed from him, he got down and just started sucking my limp little Co ck, FFS I thaught, I started getting hard, what can I do I thaught, I'm not young and so 10 minutes later I felt a twitch, I sat up grabbed his head and used him as a Fu ck toy to finish, and Cum in his mouth, I waited hoping he would gag and spit it out, violating my golden rule, but no, he swallowed it down, every last drop...
OMG no...
He said it's not very pleasant but I enjoyed it, I tried to say it does not get any better but I knew it was too late... I had failed..
Now I had to share myself with him from now on.....
Hopefully someone else will come along soon instead...
Please please if you can help near Derby please get in touch, my Criteria are still the same.
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Balls
Full Head Showing
Willing to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups
You must let me swallow ( No Compromise)

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

I'm starting to enjoy being Alice, it's a nice feeling!!

He was very Nervous

It's perfectly normal to be very nervous when you have invited someone you don't know round to your house to do things that your wife does not know about.
Anyone would be nervous, I would be worried if your weren't, not just the fact you may not have done anything like this before but also you may not have done anything behind your wife's back before either, but let me say this, you will only be nervous for a few minutes after I start and you will soon forget about nerves and just really enjoy the moment..
Just remember anything I do will always stay between me and you, your Wife or Partner will no nothing...
I will leave No Mess or Waste, I will Swallow all the evidence... (This is NOT optional)
So you have invited me over after we had fully chatted about whet I wanted and what you need to do....
Just a reminder to the readers, this is what I expect from you.
Smooth and Shaved Co ck and Sacks (minimum).
Prefer Full Co ck Head Showing.
You must be prepared to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups... (I can Supply these)
That's it, not much to ask, and it would be well worth it for both of us....
So you have put on a pair of my Holdups and sat yourself down like I am in the picture, Nervously you spread your legs, you co ck small and limp because of Nerves..
I grab a cushion off the sofa and put it on the floor between your legs and kneel in front of you, I lean forward and cup your sacks and co ck in my mouth fully, playing with your co ck with my tongue, your co ck starts to harden, so I play even more with my tongue, eventually your co ck reaches the back of my throat so I drop onto your co ck, sliding up and down your shaft, feeling it get harder and harder, your nerves almost gone now, leaving just guilt because of your wife ..
I slide up and down your hard co ck, now about 6" the same as my own, I put my lips just behind your co ck head, and suck the loose skin back 2" or so nice and fast, never letting your co ck out of my mouth.
Up and down, you start moving down the chair as if getting closer to me as the throbbing starts and the moaning begins, you want to grab my head which is fine, you want to use me as your Fu ck toy, which you will, but this time it was too much too quick and you moan loudly as you shoot your load into my mouth, I swallow it down but you treat me to a second helping filling my mouth again, I happily swallow again, I keep sucking your shaft untill every drop had gone and your Clean and No Mess....
As always I offer to stay for another helping if you want, but guilt has built up so I leave...
But over time you accept my terms and use me as your toy, now often staying for Three helpings before you are fully satisfied..
If you are local to Derby and want me to visit on the above terms...Please get in touch soon xx
_______________________________

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...

A couple of other photos.. I'm starting to enjoy the dark hair lol it really changes the way I look I think..... love all you guys to absolute millions of bits

Bit of an arty one…..

Damn I’ve got some legs xx

What do you think in this? It feels really comfortable and starting to feel more confident now in public as a woman, you’ve always got to do something a little bit cheeky

Wish of Fall...

Soon cold
And rain
Will make me
Wear tights
To walk
So slowly
With pleasure
Of little
Hidden
Secret
Dance...
Dance
Of my Fall
My fall
Forever...

You will forget me
Not forgive
I know that
The pain of leave
The leave of autumn
In my heart
Since I am born
A girl in tights
The symbol
Of lost Love...
Lost Nights ...

Hiya everyone just a few more pics I hope you like them I had so much fun swapping and changing lol trying to get as much in as I could in such a short time Ha ha ha ha... like a quick change artist . Have a beautiful day and remember that oatie loves you all so very much 🩷

When the bestie ( a few years ago) said "Laura, you have to start wearing a bra!" So that's my very first one, she fastened it up for me, a 38B, underwired push up.

Hey it's actually a bit chilly today and raining. Here's some more of the photo shoot I did yesterday... I love this dress and I love my coffee lolol, but most of all, I love you all

Don't look on me...
Too late
To understand
All words
All tries are
Just pretend
Just lie
To catch me
To agree
For little play
Without Love
Please
Play...
Without me...
There is just nothing
Nothing
Left
But body
My heart
Is silent
Long ago
I am existing
Long forgotten.
What for
Youre trying
Make me feel
Like girl?
Like stupid girl again...

Don't look on me
Don't hope
It's
Too late
Your opened
Not to Soul
Gate.
You wanted
Just my body
Lying words
You made me empty
With first shot
You thought
Orgasm will
Change my World...
My World of Solitude
In bed...
Too late
Alas
Gate closed me
No Hope to amend...

Good morning girlies here’s one to start the day x

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.

Good morning, sisters, have a nice day. This is an early photo of me, when I was just beginning to feel like I could start taking photos but couldn't get over the barrier of showing my face. Now I've gotten over it...I hope

Good morning everyone Another photo from yesterday's little fun filled start

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.

a few years ago i worked in a warehouse and one morning it was freezing -6 degrees, so i wore my insulated coveralls, well,,, i had a great idea, i wore a silky pink dress and panties, garter belt, stockings and bra underneath my coveralls and went to work, it was so cold they shut the warehouse down and we all went home early, i was driving home in my dress and panties, etc and i ran out of gas, i put my coveralls back on and got out of my truck to get a gas can and walk to the next exit and get some gas, just then a state patrol car pulls up behind me, he says what's the problem, i said im out of gas, he said jump in ill take you to the gas station, i never thought id be in the front seat of a state patrol car wearing a pink silky dress and panties and bra, garter belt and stockings but there i was, on the way he said you look pretty warm in those coveralls you can take them off you want, i said im fine, he dropped me off at my truck and i drove away, it was quite the experience, crazy as it is, i have more stories like that, that i will share

So how is everyone. For those that managed to see my last post, I’ve still not dressed. Been tempted, but not gone through with it. Ive been thinking and I'm actually ok with my content still being available, so feel free to check me out on youtube. I will never be ashamed of dressing up as it’s been a massive part of my life and has got me through some stressful times.

I hope you guys are all happy and continuing to do what makes you happy.

https://youtube.com/@whale_tailed?si=A19IAqtvwWFcN4li

If you was to bend me over and spank me then rail me what outfit would you get me wearing ? X x

Well it's cooler than yesterday but still clammy. I'm wishing there was an actual shop you can walk into and buy boobs and things.. someone needs to open a shop and I've done the hardest part thinking of a shop name....boobs and things..lolol love you all you beautiful bunch 🩵

Leave!

Don't ask me
I do know well
There is no exit
Trap of thoughts
You look with hope
Please forget...
Forget my love
Forget and go...
Another girl
Another night
Might be so passionate
So right
But me..
I've always been alone
I hated that orgasm with you
Don't look
Don't kiss
Its over
Go...
Be happy
And forgive
If though
I was too hard for you
Or slow
And did not answer
To your call
Forgive me
I am empty girl
So long alone
In my world
So tightly
Closed
Silent
With no word
It hearts
Forgive
Me
No
No
No
Leave me
Alone
Go
Go
Go...

Happy and in love!

A few pics "taken early hours of the morning so I was knackered lol" I'm still trying to pluck up courage to go outside dressed up... it's a scary thought but I'm constantly getting encouraged to do it by some absolutely beautiful people here ...luv you all millions to bits

Afternoon all happy friday bit of lazy day today for me, off for lunch and start the wkend

Long weekend for me starts right now! 3 days of leisure... Hope you have a pleasent time as well.

This girl is my new bestie and without her strength i wouldnt have moved as fast as i have on being my true self,

I met her in the bar after pride,

Known her 10 days and already we do girly things together and we are literally the closest bestest friends both of us have ever had!!

We cannot wait to go clubbing on saturday, we are going to have the time of our lives!!

A few months ago before i was shunned for coming out as me then my life fell apart,

Mum lied to have me areested, changed the locks, rdhomed my pet, kept my belongings, i had no food and no money and i was living in my car,

Then the pikeys stole all my tools,

I literally had a few bags of clothes and my girly bits,

Just over 8 weeks later im back at work after a year out to be her carer, im no longer a drug addict, ive nearly 2k saved to find me a new home in brighton and im living my best life,

Before this happened someone here wrote...

"They hit puberty twice in their life and 2nd time was way better"

I can now fully understand that and totally whole heartedly agree,

It feels amazing!

So i am now fully out there now into the world as me, it all started with brighton pride nearly 2 weeks ago and then i went to a bar after, met tge most amazing and supportive people so went out again sunday just gone with my new friends and out again on saturday night clubbing as myself,

I cannot tell any of you just how amazing it feels that im no longer locked away behind closed doors and im literally absolutely loving it and so fully in love with who i am,

Im free to be me

I have told everyone about me and who i am, shown them my photo's and now changed my facebook profile pictures aswell as my whatsapp photo and my whatsapp name which is now my girls name,

Jess

Honestly i feel soo amazing,

On sunday night i had everyone in awe of me and i was drinking all night yet i only spent £8,

Im going to get used to being me,

Even women have told me how good i look and tgat they love and want my outfits,

That alone makes me feel very powerful!

Love to you all bitches

Morning all my partner loves these coffee shakes plans for today?? Im thinking retail therapy

Blimey I'm sick of these ads splitting people's posts... here's the rest of the photos including a real close up lol print it out and stick it on your fridge door so nobody will go in your fridge lolol

Too bloody hot sticky muggy horrible humid and shit lolol but I still love being here with all you beautiful people

Off out shopping and once again it's that sticky muggy heat... I'm so glad I don't have body hair lol......laters all you beautiful people luv you all

Hi meet Danni....the new Danni. I am going to start becoming a woman!!

Ok, lots of people who where my friends on here haven't been on for ages... and what's with the ads now more than ever?..... Trying out the new hair lol can't decide.. might have a go at full Goth vibes...luv you all

My favourite artist of today..

https://youtu.be/HN0hs_MVy1E?si=D-4tYQUc01I_mViw

Long Dream

I dream
I dream
The smell
Of late night rose
I could not ask
Nor to explain
When sudden passion
And poses
And touch
Cause subtle cry and pain...
The pleasant pain
Not being alone
Not too much long
For pleasant night...
And You are leaving
By the morning
With kiss
With hope
Happy
And no bye....

I dream
I dream
In sudden pose
Of late night rose
Long ago...
Of touch
Of pleasant pain
Despite alone
My heart still
Happy
Every day.

I wear still
My dress
That felt
In polka dot
Still
Long,
not open...
My heart is happy,
I do understand
I still in love
In wait.
I'm coping...

I know
You will never come.
Another worlds
Will keep your soul...
I know ...
you might send me sign
Not very clear
Late
Be mine
Was never whispered
But hoped...

Monday again! At least i found another top to start my day in the right direction..

Start the night with pink mm

So whilst on another site some guy messaged me saying i looked ridiculous. So i shut him down with one message. I said well thats your opinion and opinions are like a'holes everyone has one. So with respect to all of us girls, the only opinion that matters is your own .

Off to see P Kay in Manchester tonight am in the Central Arena Travelodge if anybody wants to join me for a dressing party and fun 10pm onwards

Patti is having so much fun this morning, she woke up wearing this, it’s funny because I don’t remember what happened last night after I started drinking bourbon

Evening all, ready to PARTY and start the birthday wkender taxi on the way, food and then who knows, all black and a splash of colour love my pink heels hope you have a good friday night

Starting the weekend off right, I hope everyone has an amazing weekend

Morning everyone Happy friday the wkend is here, no work for me, its all play this wkend, my 30th birthday on mon, so we starting now some retail therapy first

Well I've tried my dress on its very comfy and cute and a bit longer than what I usually wear lol tell me what you think please and if I'll do lol thank all you utterly gorgeous beautiful people 🩷🩵

The site keeps freezing out nothing working and I get the message oops there's something that went wrong, then gateway timed out error and even absolutely refusing to launch... anybody else having this problem? I'm on android phone , and I've just picked up this beautiful dress....

I randomly wrote this one night years ago because someone asked me 'tell me your story'. btw...this is when my life got good!

I've somehow basically moved into my partner's (Female) apartment as I was sleeping there atleast five days a week, being so busy working, I was ignoring and not thinking about my true desires and the days
passed. We worked opposite times so either she would be alone at home for 12
hours, or I would be alone in the apartment for 12 hours... In the alone time... I know what I want
and i'm alone in an apartment with a ridiculously large collection of womans clothes, lingerie and
makeup, many of her sex toys... This is where my experimentation developed and my passion
to be a woman was definite. A year goes by and we eventually moved to my house which was in the middle of nowhere on a quiet farm land, we knew no-one.

Anyway a few years later we split up on good terms, I'm unsure whether she was suspicious or not, either way it would have never worked as we wer too different. She finally moved out of my house, she was so organised with everything, all the bags, boxes were labelled, stacked and ready to be loaded into a van...

But she left some large boxes and bags in the spare room which she did say 'Its all for the bin unless I want it'... Then she went, that was it, my house is mine again

I decided to check in the boxes a couple of days after and it was full of her clothes, makeup,
lingerie, accessories, shoes, bags, jackets, perfume, eyelashes... Absolutely everything that I
would ever need and pretty much all the exact stuff I'd been using when I was alone, so maybe she
knew about me? Maybe she knew that deep down I was a girl? Anyway I stayed there for two years, built up my collection of clothes toys etc.., built up my confidence and happiness, met a few people as a girl, had a few around, I had the pure freedom to wake up get dressed up, do my make up and be myself, spend the day as myself and go to bed being myself with no worries.


Haha that was my story what I wrote years ago for someone online such happy times though when it all worked out!

Anyway love you all

#crossdresser #truth #fem #cd #happy #sissy

Nice surprise from my partner earlier, Date night apparently treating me to dinner and and a few with friends at our local and she got to choose the outfit, I couldn’t decide shes a kink 🫦 have a good evening

Anyone tried or worn a quarter cup bra? There's one on the way for me via Evri, so I'll probably never see it....