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I can water the Christmas tree.
Happy New Year everyone,
I can water the Christmas tree. 🤣😊
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- Good morning everyone, well we're up to ten lords a leaping already and it will soon be time for all that tinsel to come down and the tree packed away for another year. I really love everything to do with Christmas, both commercial and spiritual. And I always hope that I find something exciting in my stocking. Or excited that I am in it! Love to everyone this Saturday mornGood morning everyone, well we're up to ten lords a leaping already and it will soon be time for all that tinsel to come down and the tree packed away for another year. I really love everything to do with Christmas, both commercial and spiritual. And I always hope that I find something exciting in my stocking. Or excited that I am in it! Love to everyone this Saturday morn ☺️💋💋💋8 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1658 Views 3
- Happy New year everybody.
I must apologise for not being on here a lot recently and especially to a certain few who may think I’ve ghosted them or lost interest, you know who you are and its all me not you and I’m truly sorry.
It finally happened my wife and I have split and I am no longer “ married “
There’s lots to sort and I’ll apologise in advance im im hit and miss again but I’m trying for new year new me
I love you all and hope you all got what you wanted for Christmas and had a fab new year.
Here’s to 2026Happy New year everybody. I must apologise for not being on here a lot recently and especially to a certain few who may think I’ve ghosted them or lost interest, you know who you are and its all me not you and I’m truly sorry. It finally happened my wife and I have split and I am no longer “ married “ There’s lots to sort and I’ll apologise in advance im im hit and miss again but I’m trying for new year new me I love you all and hope you all got what you wanted for Christmas and had a fab new year. Here’s to 20262 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1280 Views 
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- Note: While this drive was real, the story is fictional. This is my fantasy. Will it become true one day? I hope so. And maybe I'll run into you at a truck stop? Kisses!
-Chrissy
My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road
I’m not out. Not really.
Not to my family. Not to the world. Maybe not even fully to myself.
By daylight I pass as what people expect: a tall, thin man in his forties, dark hair, dark eyes, quiet, unremarkable. But underneath—always underneath—I carry Chrissy. Smooth skin hidden under denim. Lace and silk where no one is supposed to look. A secret pressed close to my body, warm and constant.
I don’t know yet if Chrissy is a role, a mask, or my truest self. I just know I’m not ready to live her openly.
The drive from San Diego to Prescott was long and lonely, the kind of drive where your thoughts stretch out across the desert like the road itself. I left late—too late, really—and by the time I pulled into the truck stop it was just after four in the morning. Christmas was only days away. The air was cold. The place was nearly silent.
Except for the trucks.
Rows and rows of them, idling and dark, their drivers asleep inside. A whole hidden world resting while the rest of America slept.
Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed. I bought coffee I didn’t really want and a hot dog I didn’t really taste. That’s when I felt it—that familiar sensation on the back of my neck. Being seen.
He was older. Weathered. The kind of man whose life is measured in miles and nights like this. His eyes lingered too long. Not crude—curious. Knowing.
When I stepped back outside, he followed—but not aggressively. He spoke softly, close enough that his voice stayed between us.
“Chrissy,” he said, like it was a question and an answer at the same time.
My heart kicked hard in my chest. Fear and thrill braided together.
We talked. Quietly. Honestly. About boundaries. About money. About what I was—and wasn’t—willing to do. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. When I followed him to his truck, it was because I chose to.
Inside, the cab was dim, warm, insulated from the world. I shed my outer layers slowly, deliberately, revealing what I’d hidden all night. His attention wasn’t violent—it was reverent. Hungry, yes, but controlled. I felt myself settle into Chrissy fully, like slipping into a familiar skin.
What happened between us stayed there, contained within the cab and the dark and the hum of the engine. Time stretched and blurred. I was present in my body in a way I rarely allow myself to be.
When it ended, I didn’t feel used.
I felt… seen.
He paid me without haggling. Then something unexpected happened: he didn’t boast, didn’t leer. He simply told a few others—men like him, tired men, lonely men—who understood discretion.
I made my own choices again. And again.
Not a dozen. Not chaos. Just a handful of quiet encounters, spaced out across the early hours of the morning. Each one brief. Each one negotiated. Each one leaving me with cash folded neatly into my purse and a strange, steady calm settling in my chest.
By sunrise, I was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Chrissy had been fully awake all night. And she was tired.
Under the Dashboard Lights
The cab door closed behind me, sealing us into a private world of low light and humming machinery. The dashboard cast everything in a muted red glow, like we were suspended inside a heartbeat. I could feel it then—how small the space was, how large he felt in it, how nowhere I could go made everything sharper.
He reached for his phone almost casually.
“Stand right there,” he said.
I obeyed.
My hands shook just slightly as I slipped off my jacket, then my shirt. I could feel his eyes tracking every inch of me, lingering, memorizing. When I was left in my bra and panties—the ones I’d chosen carefully before the trip, just in case—I felt a rush of heat flood my chest and face.
The phone came up.
A soft click.
Then another.
He moved slowly, circling me, telling me to turn, to arch my back, to lift my chin. Each instruction felt like a pull downward, stripping away the version of myself that hides. I wasn’t performing anymore. I was presenting myself. Offering. More to cum....
#crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent #sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/Note: While this drive was real, the story is fictional. This is my fantasy. Will it become true one day? I hope so. And maybe I'll run into you at a truck stop? Kisses! -Chrissy My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road I’m not out. Not really. Not to my family. Not to the world. Maybe not even fully to myself. By daylight I pass as what people expect: a tall, thin man in his forties, dark hair, dark eyes, quiet, unremarkable. But underneath—always underneath—I carry Chrissy. Smooth skin hidden under denim. Lace and silk where no one is supposed to look. A secret pressed close to my body, warm and constant. I don’t know yet if Chrissy is a role, a mask, or my truest self. I just know I’m not ready to live her openly. The drive from San Diego to Prescott was long and lonely, the kind of drive where your thoughts stretch out across the desert like the road itself. I left late—too late, really—and by the time I pulled into the truck stop it was just after four in the morning. Christmas was only days away. The air was cold. The place was nearly silent. Except for the trucks. Rows and rows of them, idling and dark, their drivers asleep inside. A whole hidden world resting while the rest of America slept. Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed. I bought coffee I didn’t really want and a hot dog I didn’t really taste. That’s when I felt it—that familiar sensation on the back of my neck. Being seen. He was older. Weathered. The kind of man whose life is measured in miles and nights like this. His eyes lingered too long. Not crude—curious. Knowing. When I stepped back outside, he followed—but not aggressively. He spoke softly, close enough that his voice stayed between us. “Chrissy,” he said, like it was a question and an answer at the same time. My heart kicked hard in my chest. Fear and thrill braided together. We talked. Quietly. Honestly. About boundaries. About money. About what I was—and wasn’t—willing to do. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. When I followed him to his truck, it was because I chose to. Inside, the cab was dim, warm, insulated from the world. I shed my outer layers slowly, deliberately, revealing what I’d hidden all night. His attention wasn’t violent—it was reverent. Hungry, yes, but controlled. I felt myself settle into Chrissy fully, like slipping into a familiar skin. What happened between us stayed there, contained within the cab and the dark and the hum of the engine. Time stretched and blurred. I was present in my body in a way I rarely allow myself to be. When it ended, I didn’t feel used. I felt… seen. He paid me without haggling. Then something unexpected happened: he didn’t boast, didn’t leer. He simply told a few others—men like him, tired men, lonely men—who understood discretion. I made my own choices again. And again. Not a dozen. Not chaos. Just a handful of quiet encounters, spaced out across the early hours of the morning. Each one brief. Each one negotiated. Each one leaving me with cash folded neatly into my purse and a strange, steady calm settling in my chest. By sunrise, I was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Chrissy had been fully awake all night. And she was tired. Under the Dashboard Lights The cab door closed behind me, sealing us into a private world of low light and humming machinery. The dashboard cast everything in a muted red glow, like we were suspended inside a heartbeat. I could feel it then—how small the space was, how large he felt in it, how nowhere I could go made everything sharper. He reached for his phone almost casually. “Stand right there,” he said. I obeyed. My hands shook just slightly as I slipped off my jacket, then my shirt. I could feel his eyes tracking every inch of me, lingering, memorizing. When I was left in my bra and panties—the ones I’d chosen carefully before the trip, just in case—I felt a rush of heat flood my chest and face. The phone came up. A soft click. Then another. He moved slowly, circling me, telling me to turn, to arch my back, to lift my chin. Each instruction felt like a pull downward, stripping away the version of myself that hides. I wasn’t performing anymore. I was presenting myself. Offering. More to cum.... #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent #sissy #crossdresser #crossdressing #femboy #sissyboy #sissygirl #trans #transgender #shemale #transgirl #transwoman #transfemale #tgirl #model #modeling #gay #bi #lgbtq #queer #genderfluid #pantymodel #panty #panties #meninpanties #ladyboy More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4273 Views 6 - A poll for the new year. I can't believe I was so busy this Christmas. And now New year's Eve is almost upon us. I love these questions. What would be your choice of new year's eve celebrations? X
A poll for the new year. I can't believe I was so busy this Christmas. And now New year's Eve is almost upon us. I love these questions. What would be your choice of new year's eve celebrations? 🤔 X9 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1476 Views 2 - Good morning my lovelies. Well the dust has settled on another Christmas. My last guests gone and I'm left with a fair bit of tidying up! Just got rid of 11 bags of rubbish and 4 bags of recycling. At least the leftovers are slim pickings. I really rather like the calm of the mid ground between Christmas and new year. Helps me think about myself a bit. Just need to decide weather I get that bright pink plush dressing gown now xxxGood morning my lovelies. Well the dust has settled on another Christmas. My last guests gone and I'm left with a fair bit of tidying up! Just got rid of 11 bags of rubbish and 4 bags of recycling. At least the leftovers are slim pickings. I really rather like the calm of the mid ground between Christmas and new year. Helps me think about myself a bit. Just need to decide weather I get that bright pink plush dressing gown now 😁 xxx2 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1918 Views3
- Christmas Public Shoot! Add me as a friend! Thanks babes!Christmas Public Shoot! Add me as a friend! Thanks babes!0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1540 Views3
- It’s Mistress #Holiday season #christmas🎄🎄 #Mistress
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Had a lousy Christmas being ill throughout it! I'm still not quite right but needed to dress to cheer myself up a little.
A completely dry and solitary Christmas is not recommended!
Nor is spending Xmas eve morning and all of Boxing Day up at the hospital! If they had admitted me at least I would have had the company of the nurses and other patients for company, and maybe even got a turkey dinner out of it! But they dealt with me as an out patient! And Boxing Day was murder, sitting in a waiting room from 8.30am until 5pm, just for the Dr to tell me that yes the oral antibiotics were working so no need to admit me and give me stronger ones through an IV! A completely wasted day!🤒 Had a lousy Christmas being ill throughout it! I'm still not quite right but needed to dress to cheer myself up a little. A completely dry and solitary Christmas is not recommended! Nor is spending Xmas eve morning and all of Boxing Day up at the hospital! If they had admitted me at least I would have had the company of the nurses and other patients for company, and maybe even got a turkey dinner out of it! But they dealt with me as an out patient! And Boxing Day was murder, sitting in a waiting room from 8.30am until 5pm, just for the Dr to tell me that yes the oral antibiotics were working so no need to admit me and give me stronger ones through an IV! A completely wasted day!13 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1028 Views 12 - A little bit of me time had to have my Christmas knickers on thoughA little bit of me time 👗 had to have my Christmas knickers on though 🥰6 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2343 Views 33
- Don’t know what Donna’s up to, haven’t seen her for a while, but she asked me to say hello. Hope you had a nice Christmas. we both love you girls….xx
Neil and Donna.Don’t know what Donna’s up to, haven’t seen her for a while, but she asked me to say hello. Hope you had a nice Christmas. we both love you girls….xx Neil and Donna.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1927 Views 5 - Good morning all.
So Christmas is done for another year hope you all had a good one. Let’s look forward to a peaceful New Year ahead.
And start buying Easter Eggs which are now on sale. XxxxxGood morning all. So Christmas is done for another year hope you all had a good one. Let’s look forward to a peaceful New Year ahead. And start buying Easter Eggs which are now on sale. Xxxxx12 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2106 Views 7 - Hi guys and girls I am meeting up with this woman to get 4 new dresses off of Facebook marketplace tommrow! I am so excited!!!!!! Idk if I should wear a Christmas dress, my pink and yellow form fitting body con dress or if I should wear my maid outfit.Hi guys and girls I am meeting up with this woman to get 4 new dresses off of Facebook marketplace tommrow! I am so excited!!!!!! Idk if I should wear a Christmas dress, my pink and yellow form fitting body con dress or if I should wear my maid outfit.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1495 Views3
- On the first day of Christmas, this website gave to me:
Four hairy bottoms,
Three weirdos with no profile pics,
Two '********' friend requests
...and a partridge in a pear treeeee...🎶On the first day of Christmas, this website gave to me: Four hairy bottoms, Three weirdos with no profile pics, Two 'mistress' friend requests ...and a partridge in a pear treeeee...🎶8 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2547 Views15 - Well my dinner is in the oven, still! I'm drinking prosceco, prooosecoo, ah feck it, fizzy wine well only my 2nd glass. Not my usual I know, but just on Christmas day I wish I had a sexy Santa girl red dress, but sadly I don't, so pink it is! Hope you're all having a great dayWell my dinner is in the oven, still! I'm drinking prosceco, prooosecoo, ah feck it, fizzy wine 🤣well only my 2nd glass. Not my usual I know, but just on Christmas day 😍 I wish I had a sexy Santa girl red dress, but sadly I don't, so pink it is! Hope you're all having a great day 😍💋💋
14 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2066 Views 13 - I want a girlfriend for Christmas.
That's what I asked Santa for.
I want a girlfriend for Christmas. That's what I asked Santa for.2 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1703 Views 3
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