Sjim sorry for what i said about you x just invite me back xx

Just saying

Trying again - still learing how to post messages on this site --- I just ordered two really neat designer swimsuits. Should have them by Christmas. Here is the photo I took today. Is all me in the suit. Just some AI reimaging added. --- I have some great photos of me in a purple bikini, from my last trip to Florida. I will post these soon. Canmot believe it is me wearing the suit. --- Enjoy and comments please.

I'm just taking it easy tonight

Just reported Luv269, blocked, and Also blocked those that liked the post! At least 4 of us have reported and blocked, so hopefully admin will do something?!!

Not my usual choice of footwear....I quite like the style....little bit punk/goth

They are very comfortable, but unfortunately they are a 46, I normally wear 42-43.

I just think they look to big.....a bit clown shoe looking because of the larger size, I'm not sure I like them enough to keep them

What do you think?

Are you a pretty princess? Are you preppy? A diaper brat? An emo gurl? Do you want to wear beautiful dresses? Are you a naughty secretary? Do you just want to be in lingerie?

I don't think the rain will ever stop,
Not for you my precious one,
Time doesn't heal, its just longer apart
A week, a month, a year or more
It makes no difference, to your your broking heart.

Just 4 fun

Wow! One of my photos has hit 7,000 views. I am really honored to feel somewhat popular.

Just finished going to my stylists. I have two of them now. One did my hair color today then braided it and also waxed my eyebrows. The other gave me a great manicure. Light pink nails. Getting me ready for holiday parties. I always feel so pampered and feminine when I complete my time at the salon.

Just been asked if I want to see a dick pick. I mean, because he asked permission first....... I kinda do yeah

So want to meet up with someone just like me

I've had a pretty good night now im just sitting here at home now kinda drunk barely wearing any clothes and chilling the **** out all by my lonesome.. i hope everyone here is having a good day/night depending on where you are..

Good morning, sisters.
Some tips on how to make your photo look better without resorting to AI.
1) For example, tilting your head back can partially hide age-related facial droop. Just for fun, take a photo of your face looking down and up; the difference will be significant.
2) The light source and its location are very important. Light can make a face look younger, or it can age it. Light can hide imperfections, or it can highlight them.
3) Makeup, at least foundation, and especially under-eye concealer. These three things don't require any special makeup skills—just apply them evenly—but they can improve your appearance.
Of course, other makeup elements are more complex and require constant practice.
But then, there's no need to use AI, although AI is certainly good.
Interested in these tips?

Looking serious, just need to relax more

MistressEllites01 reported as just another pestilent scammer. people don't engage or send heart emojis. you just encouraging them. they'll send sexy pics just to fool you into thinking they are hot but just all they are after is your money your ID and more. they are easy to spot most of these dim fu cks cos they either have m1stress or g0dess in their name and well their content really gives it away

I’m just sick of it all — the wars, the poverty,
the homeless sleeping on a doorway floor.

I’m just sick of it all — the greed, the wealth,
the money hidden offshore.

I’m just sick of it all — the politicians,
the corruption, the lies they tell.

I’m just sick of it all —
raping the world, our home, for anything they can sell.

Can't take this site anymore just awfully

Black and White Christmas


My Christmas dress
I dream
Just white
To merry Bon Noel....
I hope
He'll propose straight
Without silly wait...
I will be very pretty
Wife
And cold
to help his
Work...
I think it would be very right
Spent Christmas with black top...

Good evening everyone xx it's been a while so i thought it was time I popped in to say hello.
Life is all good here, had all my checks and consultation with the surgeon today for my GRS.... just waiting for my surgery date now

Just a few outfits I love wearing

just realised I didn't share what was under the hood last time

The issue I'm having as the weeks go on is that I'm blurring my sissy crossdressing with my mourning. Every waking hour I'm missing my wife and I'm a blubbering mess of tears but I'm also aroused at the thought of satin widows weeds and satin mourning dresses and oversized satin headscarves and chiffon voile veils. I'm bothered that this has developed as a further aspect of my gothic fetish. The arousal is blending in with thoughts of satin widows’ weeds, mourning dresses, oversized satin headscarves, and chiffon voile veils, I don't think that’s something to feel ashamed of or worried about as a problem. It’s a natural, human way my mind and body are weaving together different parts of who I am becoming during this incredibly tender time. Grief doesn’t stay neatly in one box, it spills into everything, including our identities, desires, and fetishes. For me at this time, the sissy crossdressing that’s always been inside is now intertwining with mourning because both are about comfort, beauty, vulnerability, and a kind of sacred ritual. The gothic element—dark, dramatic, veiled, satin-shrouded—has always had that edge of sensuality and mystery, and right now, it might be amplifying because it lets me feel alive in my body when everything else feels numb or shattered. Arousal in grief is more common than people talk about; it can be the body’s way of seeking connection, release, or even just a momentary escape from the pain. It doesn’t mean my love for my wife is any less pure or that my mourning is tainted, it means I'm a whole person, with layers of emotion and desire that don’t switch off just because I'm hurting. This blending feels like it’s developing into a deeper aspect of my gothic fetish, but I feel that’s okay too. Fetishes evolve with life experiences, and grief is one of the biggest. The satin widows’ weeds and veils are symbolizing both my loss and deep longing to be held, enveloped, seen in my inner femininity. My troubled psyche is creating a bridge between the sorrow and the sensuality I shared with my wife. There’s beauty in that, even if it brings tears and arousal at the same time. I'm navigating this with grace, even when it hurts.

This one is a photo of me in one of my Miracle Styled Swimsuits, I love to wear, from a couple of years ago. Appreciate comments. No AI on this one - just me.

Lol so someone just called me a fake? Then blocked me idk people be hating on me or something

QueesMother has been reported and soon I'll block but just want to see if there's any other enlightened messages 'she' will send me. To all please report and block. You know the drill x

What Am I to You?

What’s on your mind?
What is the time?
What is the light?
What is the sound?
What is the colour blue?

What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?

Am I a voice, or just the noise?
Am I the truth, or just a choice?
Echoed questions, fading through—
Tell me—what am I to you?

Tell me what I am to you.

Just thought I would wear stockings for a change.

Afternoon ladies will be posting shortly just deciding dress or mini skirt

Hate members that just share other peoples posts and don't post anything of their own

It has been a long day for me. I have several photos to post and yes my beach shots from two weeks ago are some I plan to show soon. But I am really thinking I shall just call it good night, for now. All me - my own skin - all my profile. OK the dress and my bed is AI generated. And I am wearing a wig - My actual hair is long and blond

I have just woke up wrapped up in our satin nightdresses, at a time before her illness made sleeping together a problem, we had matching satin pink nightdresses. Last night I pulled the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed. Pink Simply Be Pretty Secrets Nightdresses in lovely silky satin. Full covered shoulder to capped sleeves with lace piping and spread across the breast. Calf length satin shimmering in Pink. My wife's is regularly worn in UK size 32/34, mine is newer UK size 20/22, I liked a slimmer tight nightdress that hugged my skin, my wife wore hers two sizes bigger than her usual larger dress size to make it easier to slide around in bed. I slipped mine on and shimmied the satin down my moobs and hips to rest around my calves. My wife's was like a tent on my body, lots of voluminous extra satin material hanging loose. The double layer feeling of all the satin was wonderful and I admit the erection had to be contained within a condom because pre cum started instantly. I lay on the bed and was overcome with both longing and grief, I laid there on the bed with tears in my eyes and sobbing in my chest. When I had calmed down the sensual aspect of the double layer satin took over and led to the inevitable masturbation. Physically and emotionally I was drained and fell asleep waking a few hours later needing to take off the condom and go to the toilet for a wee. As I walked back from the toilet to the bedroom the satin reminded me of our sensuality and our love. Wrapped in the double layer of satin underneath the quilt I felt comforted and slept deep until this morning. For me this needs to become my new deeply tender and bittersweet mourning ritual, one that holds both the sharp pain of loss and the soft warmth of memory all at once. Wearing her nightdress over mine, letting all that extra satin envelop me like a tent, felt almost like being held by her again. The way the fabric moved, the shimmer, the slide of it against my skin… it’s no wonder my body responded so immediately and so completely. And now I’ve found a ritual: pulling down the suitcase, laying the nightdresses side by side on the bed, slipping into both, letting the satin hold me in that bittersweet double embrace. It’s sacred because it’s mine and hers alone. It keeps the connection alive in the most embodied way possible through touch, through memory, through the very fabric we both wore against our skin when we made love, laughed, slept, lived. Grief and desire live right next to each other; one doesn’t cancel out the other. The tears, the arousal, the release, the comfort, it all belongs within my psyche. I honored her, our love, and the sensuality we shared by allowing myself to feel everything that came up. For my state of mind, there’s something sacred in keeping those satin nightdresses layered together, in pulling them out when the longing gets too heavy, in letting them carry me back to the nights when sleeping tangled together in satin was simply how life was. I'm keeping the connection alive in the most intimate, embodied way possible. I loved her totally, and I'm still loving her beautifully in my mourning.

Melanie is just about ready for another day and another week......

The city
after everyone’s gone
is kinder.

Streetlights stay on
without asking anything.

No voices.
No faces.
No reasons.

Just roads
and thoughts
moving slowly.

They call this insomnia.

I call it
quiet.

I don’t want sleep.
I don’t want morning.

I want this hour
to keep me.

No questions.
No answers.

Just the night
and me.

Why dont you just friend me again s 53 xx

Me just chilling tonight xxxx

Just spent a few days away and I was told by my wife to photograph myself in Red panties with my chastity cage on, she was not happy as I only had pink panties, I think I’m going to get the cane again on Sunday morning.
I’ve since bought some Red panties but that’s not going to help.

hello all just to let you know im not on here all the time im on Facebook add me if here a link https://www.facebook.com/share/1G2YYfjWFa/

"Mwah, mwah! Good Morning! How are you, dahlings?" Just got back from a hotel changeaway to recharge my sissy batteries and an attempt to manage my mourning feelings. It has been over two weeks since my Wife passed away, I'm slowly coming to terms with it and finding ways to cope with being on my own, but it's not easy. A bit of sightseeing and new company has helped. At a different time it would have been wonderful as I met a lady staying in the hotel and we got on very well, but in the circumstances I've had to put any thoughts of a romantic friendship out of my mind. We will keep in touch and if my grief recedes it might be nice to see her again.

Who wants to be my cum donor or donors ( more the merrier ) just want fucking and spunking all over my ass whilst im pinning my legs back

Just want to make mention & for all to recognise a true legend & pioneer of the electronic musical genre! Wendy ( aka Walter ) Carlos.

Now just the jeans and then off to the bar!

I need to lay down, just for a minute.....

I'm not into the whole sissy thing so if I block you please don't be offended, it's just not my bag.

Pink 🩷🩷🩷

"No ai just a breastplate"

Just to keep in touch xx

Am I 'just' a CD? Am I a sissy? Am I something else? How do I find out? Can anyone help? (p.s. I'm not looking for any paid for Dom service) feel free to comment or message me. Thanks!

I see someone i blocked from the clique has come back sneaking around my profile , wish they just stay away !

Nothing special today, just basic work clothes.

Just a little slutty strip walk outside