I've been a naughty girl. I've ordered some items for a school uniform!

Ugh so bored..

I just read an interesting post regarding the use of ai enhancing of pictures and it's something that I can relate too as i have posted lots of things that are ai enhanced usually my facial likeness is very close to my actual likeness. My body however needs enhancing now as i get older. I dress up because it makes me feel sexy and turns me on checking myself out. So i like using ai to modify my body. I don't use ai to attract people as im not interested in meeting as a crossdresser. Well not for sexual reasons anyway. So is it considered cat fishing if a person uses ai in posts? What does everyone think.? Two pictures on is ai enhancement and the other not so much...

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' Red baby doll ' followed by
' Heels ' or ' Boots '
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Red ,white, blue petticoats x lovely and soft and heavy x
#petticoats

Well jane you seem to have disappeared off the radar xx

All those wonderful nylon covered legs ooh

hope you don't mind one last red .... a*s :)

Evening all - so many wonderful things have been delivered today - I’m so excited - here is a little taste of what’s to come

omg i'm so in love with this rose red dress. and this patterned fishnets are so adorable

Hi gURLs xx I love this site so much but find it incredibly frustrating trying to post & navigate without interruptions

Omg I was going to put on my new dress tonight and take some photos for you all.. but I fell asleep lolol and it's now 3:16am..... I'll really try to get some done tomorrow night we'll see what happens...lol I had over a hundred notifications on my photos and my post and about six of them actually left a comment Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.... cmon please what's all that about? People flitting through my pics and moving along lol nothing much to see here lol.... love you all and that's the truth and I absolutely promise... I don't bite lolol...

Red hair, yes? No?

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

Anyone wanna chat with me I'm in my black panties and flowery shirt and leggings very bored

Has the scammer Damazonia been deservedly banned, or just blocked me? Reported before he disappeared, maybe he's back to being a fat sweaty bloke in a Nigerian Internet cafe by now?
If he blocked me, thanks, saves me the effort!

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

If you wear varifocal glasses.
I bought these from Aliexpress. They "Claimed" they were progressive lens. They were so cheap I thought what the hell, give it a go - expecting them to not work at all.
But, colour me shocked, they really do.
My presciption is +1.25 with +1.75 addition. So i ordered the +3.

Far, mid and reading - all work.
I mean, they probably no substitute for proper prescription, but as a spare pair, a change of look, they really worked, for 3 quid.
https://www.aliexpress.com/item/1005007506952580.html?spm=a2g0o.order_list.order_list_main.15.36be1802nvX9n8

hey im keris im 33 from uk perfecting
being a sexy bitch in my spare time but now kinda taken over and become most the time priding on looking as girly as possible although i still only do it behind closed doors as scared but would love to do so xx

New leggings and my favourite red heels

It's so much quieter here now that age-proof is a required :-(

Was just wondering how many friends I have if I removed all the married and partnered up wouldn’t have many

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)

I love both these but can’t decide on red or black xx

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

Why does it say error you can't chat with " x" .......... very strange thing to happen..and some people have just disappeared????

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
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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...

Wife bought me these red undies

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.

Touch...

Gentle touch
To my tired neck
Touch
Of fingers
Then palms
Then lips...
I 'll forget
I'll forever forget
Who you were
Who you are
Why we met...
Yes you opend
My hidden door
And your fingers
Will find pearl
On floor
When my dress
Will so suddenly
Fall
You will see
I am innocent girl...

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.

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.

Morning everyone, JUST! Having a lazy Sunday after a full English breakfast. Hope you're all having a lovely weekend. Sorry to those whom I fell asleep on this week. Just been too busy and got too tired. But if you wanna chat now, I'm putting my feet up for a bit

Sorry folks, really tired. Night night . Z

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

Warning again this profile hassles u to be his friend he just wants u to fuk him and his wife report him please need him barred for good

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...

Really had a hard time thinking about what to post today; sexy video, just me being normal, me trying to look beautiful, AI enhansed me (but still me). Ok a totally normal shot for today (This is how I normally look on salon day). I just love looking great - no make up - do use skin toner and cream and lip gloss. Love going shopping or to a restaurant and being called a lady all day. Please some comments on what you want me show you next? - I am a bit fired up for some dilldo time and a hot chat.

Ladies i used to sell all this and a lot lot more but even though i am retired i still have a website www.nicebuttnaughty.co.uk as name suggests it is a whole lot of naughty. If you have questions feel free to ask

What was all that about? I was chatting away with someone and pifff they disappeared oh well I’m dressed now xx

Wow! I like red! Simply beautiful!

TOday Im in the mood for a total Lilly day, wearing what I want, shopping or browsing, I want a basque, and I want some leather trousers, always wanted some, not pretend leather, real leather. I want to smell of leather,,and feel it, no panties required. Leather will smell like Lilly.

Sooo bored lol! All morning and afternoon free and alone... but have no clothes or anything with me I seriously couldn't think of anything better than being my full girl self having a chill day having cuddles on the sofa and feeling love

#needaman #love #cuddles #crossdresser

"Red Shoes ..."

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...