Good morning everybody, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Another fly away photo - me wearing makeup. Just love what this AI generator can do for me. Still me in every aspect - body has not changed - love to hear from you, all my bbfs and bgfs. Am I hitting the mark. Are you wanting to see me do something special?

Looking for somebody to dance with me and to appreciate in intimate ways my body. Is this you?

Tiredness

After happy happy time return to work is tiring.
I did not want to make up after tights broke.
Who cares.
If I am old and lost my time I could hardly change it.
It is not heels that could be hidden in wardrobe until better time...

Have a happier mood everybody please...

I feel so sexy posting pics of my legs even if it’s all a dream in my head I really love trying, I hope everybody has sweet dreams about your favorite girl

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

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..

Bodystocking from yesterday xx

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

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

I need my whole body worshipped with someone's tounge

Anyone want to talk please message me id love to see your beautiful bodys poking out of your outfit, also i have photos to share that wont upload and we can talk about whatever you want no matter how twisted you can get ill match the energy hope someone takes me up on this, love you girls

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.

Hi Girls. Happy Sunday. I went out yesterday, Baby blue gym shorts, over the knee grey socks, small ladies white top and **** ring. I was shopping, walking around an outdoor event, it was wet, so I had trousers on. I felt very good. I got home, getting undressed, took my shorts off, Oh Oh, no **** ring, Doh!!!. So somebody out there will be seeing this bright orange silicone ring and wondering, What is this? Oops. need to go shopping for another.

Hi all! Its been forever since my last dress up day. Having a bad week so i thought i treat myself a bit :)

i've been sitting on this bodysuit for a while now, wasn't sure about how it will fit. Also, are you supposed to wear something over it or just wear it alone?

I met an awesome man the other day, and I’m still smiling about it.

We originally connected on Doublelist and spent a few weeks flirting, talking, and exchanging some very naughty messages before finally meeting last Saturday. I’ll call him “Ken.” He’s in his 70s, White, with gray hair, glasses, and plenty of body hair—all things I find incredibly attractive. There was something about him that immediately made me feel comfortable.

Yes, he’s married. I know that part may be controversial, and I’m not pretending otherwise. His personal situation is complicated, and I’m going to leave the private details of his marriage to him. I don’t pursue married men, but when an adult man makes his own decision to pursue me, I sometimes allow myself to see where things go.

One of the things I liked most about Ken was that I didn’t feel pressured to become somebody else for him. I told him about a previous experience where a guy was disappointed because I didn’t show up in a wig, makeup, and a full feminine outfit. That really bothered me because, although I have a very feminine side, that doesn’t mean I always want—or am able—to transform myself into someone who looks completely female.

Ken understood immediately.

He told me he likes me exactly as I am: a feminine man with smooth skin, a softer personality, and my own way of expressing femininity. He has even started calling himself my “Daddy,” which, I admit, pushes several of my buttons.

When we finally met, there was definitely sexual chemistry between us. We kissed, touched, explored each other, and tried a few things together. We jacked ach other off and sucked each other's dicks. He also tried to **** my asspussy, but I was too tight for full penetration. I told him as long as he got into my crack, it felt great.

We them cuddled together on my bed naked. And that is actually the part that matters most to me.

As sexual as I can be, what I really crave is sexual intimacy rather than sex for its own sake. I want somebody I can lie beside, cuddle with, spoon, kiss, touch, and feel completely comfortable around naked or in my girl clothes. The idea of spending an evening together on the couch watching television, wrapped around each other with nothing to hide, sounds almost heavenly to me.

Ken seems to understand that side of me too.

We’re still flirting and messaging each other, and he has already talked about seeing me again. I didn’t take any pictures or videos of our first meeting. For once, I was simply enjoying the moment instead of trying to document it.

Whatever ultimately happens between us, I’m glad I met him. I felt desired without having to perform, dress a certain way, or pretend to be somebody I’m not.

And that may have been the biggest turn-on of all.

#sissy #sissyboy #crossdresser #shemale #tgirl #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #femboy #gurl #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #naked #nude #fullfrontal #oralsex #analsex #gaydate

I decided to play around with AI. I asked it to give me a nice body and bring one of my photos to life. What can I say... it worked great. I'd love to look like this in real life. But I understand that someone meeting someone might be disappointed by the discrepancy between what they see here and what they'd see in person. So, I'm getting by without AI, just as I am, with my not-so-great figure, aging face, and amateur makeup. Think of it as a bit of fun. A joke. I definitely won't abuse it.

Good morning everybody hope you all had great weekend

new sexy tight open bodysuit

Good evening all. I came across a post of mine I really liked and wish to re-run it. Sorry if it's boring for those with a good memory. Anyway, imagine you were meeting me for the first time. In 3 words each tell me:

1. Where we would meet,
2.What would we do and
3. What you would say to me.

Of course you might prefer to stay home so I shan't complain if nobody answers - it's just for fun!

Have a pleasent evening everybody!

Good morning everybody one more day til the weekend hope you all have a great day today

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 everybody happy Wednesday 2 more days until the weekend yayyy can't wait

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.

Early Morning
A little bit shy
Walk to Work
And nobody
To mind

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

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

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

Good evening everybody, It's good to be back after short, but pleasant holidays. Enjoy the weekend!

Evening ladies. Anybody up for a tussle ❤❤

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....

Im in manchester Sat 8th and will be bringing my heals and an outfit if anybody wants to join me from about 10:30 onwards travel-lodge by the arena

Im in manchester Sat 8th and will be bringing my heals and an outfit if anybody wants to join me from about 10:30 onwards travel-lodge by the arena

Hello, anybody interested

OH dear, Niamh83xxx seems to be a bit upset, is it because i said there were rules to which she should pay heed, or because she's so lonely wondering where everybody is? They're not going to be at the back of your wardrobe with you, sweetie, you need to get out to meet anyone, however frightening that may be to you.

Now, where's my smallest violin and postage-stamp tissue for my tears...

I want to be used and abused. Don't be shy! Where is everybody.... Venezuela?!

Anybody need any secretarial/oral work doing??

My, what a nice person PantyPrincess2 is, taken exception to me not being a 400 pound lardball MAGA moron posting tired transphobic fetishist memes and other people's pics...

"You're a fucking democrat, evil, go jump off a fucking cliff u ****
Completely miserable piece of shit
Nobody would EVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH U MORON "
Not exactly eloquent, is he?

Oh dear, how sad, never mind - I'll live my rather enjoyable, allegedly "authentic", life, and pick and choose from the Real People that want to date me (one has persuaded me for Thursday, he's perhaps a bit young, 20 years younger, but not bad looking and very keen!)... While PeePee2 rants at the keyboard and makes a mess in his nappy

Anybody know of reliable dating sites for girls like us?

Happy Pride, Everyone !!!

Well...what a lovely, surreal day! Rhiann's first Pride! As a straight guy, I usually don't 'celebrate' Pride as such myself...though I'm not particularly against it either. Live & let live, right?

However, I decided that Rhiann deserved to attend a Pride and set out...in my home town no less...where everybody knows me...as Rhiann 🫣

The response was amazing! I was told I had great legs and awesome hair many times (tbh...the red wig got more compliment than I did, actually!) and felt really loved!

I even walked into my regular drinking spot - VERY surreal - but everybody just accepted Rhiann, told me I looked awesome and poured my drinks like nothing was different! Great People

I also got to meet the lovely Sometimes_Amelia and she met my friends, my lovely fiancée and had a great time.

Thank You Barnsley Pride. See you next year xx
#pride #crossdresser #feminine #crossdressing #outonthetown

Been a while. anybody still about?

Have a lovely weekend everybody

Kate goes dancing

Yesterday I finished work late .
Sudden tiredness tried to paralise me , telling go to sleep, do not travel with Kate tonight.
But I did. Orange lipstick on platform.
And She was happy trying to dance on heels. It will take time to recall all forgotten movements an move girly and not wobbly.
I really did not cared what flow of people thought.
Kate came happy and tired. It is a fourth day she wears new heels that she adopted with straps herself...

Dance Dance Dance
Happy Friday Morning Everybody !!!

Morning Etude before work

Good morning everybody
Wishing you nice calm start of a truly pleasant day...

Sunday morning runs don't get much better than this xx
Do any of you girls have a spare left knee you might like to donate to a completely unworthy cause
Have a great Sunday everybody xx

Another wonderful video to share today. Showing off my body and loving it!

Today is my birthday and I am celebrating my feminine body and my emotional changes. Now with over a decade of herbal hormone support and special hormone medications my body is close to where I want to be. My breasts are size Bs and my hips are several inches bigger as well. My goal in this next year is to get back to my feminine fighting weight. (Under 140lbs) I wish all my BGFs and BBFs a wonderful day. Please give me comments today if you have time. You journies are important to me as well XXX The next two videos I post really show how I see myself. Again enjoy and comment

Join me for a hike This is AI at its best as it is really my body and it knows my complete photo gallery and can generate this video. As I am an avid hiker this really is my element. So true to who I am. Try slowing the video down and enjoy.
I love comments