Happy Saturday everyone, sorry I have not been able to come here for a week , been bloody busy xx

Right here we go dressed up in my skirt and petticoats x xx the soft petticoats brushing on my soft stockings omg I am leaking in my condom in my metal cage x x love to do abit longer video twirtling in my petticoats sigh x bloody site let up do abit longer videos
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

What an absolute arse on getting back onto this site.
It’s taken me 3 bloody weeks of constant attempts using various methods and the only one that worked was a mug shot.
Even tried an email I have had for 26 years and use every day and that wasn’t good enough.
What a crap system.

Bloody hell I finally got through age verification!

Once again, munch-in-a-vanilla-pub - it was bloody freezing in the beergarden, excuse shaking pic, even more excuse ugly mug!

Hi girls, I'm just chillin again tonight, making some pork kebabs with chilli and garlic, potato salad and corn on the cob. All Iv'e had to eat all day was a Greggs steak bake! So bloody starving! Oh, and yes, I have cracked a can of hazy IPA

In the dim parlour of a narrow terraced house on the edge of town, where the January dusk pressed against fogged windowpanes, Hanimefendi (once Tony, though the name now felt like an old coat left in the attic) sat perfectly still before the tall cheval mirror.
At sixty four, the body that looked back at her was soft and heavy, rolls of flesh pressing against the seams of her chosen mourning. Yet every inch of it had been reclaimed in Barbie Pink the violent, unapologetic pink of bubblegum, flamingos, and little girls’ birthday dreams. She had buried the muted blacks and charcoals of conventional widowhood the same afternoon she buried her former self. Grief, she decided, deserved better than drabness. Grief deserved to scream.
Her long gown swept the floorboards in heavy, liquid folds of pink satin. The fabric caught the lamplight in subtle, expensive highlights shimmering like wet sugar or the inside of a seashell. Tiny seed pearls marched along the modestly high neckline and down the front in orderly, virginal rows. The sleeves ended in deep cuffs of gathered pink chiffon that trembled with each slow breath.
Over the gown rode the blouse: glossy, deluxe, almost liquid in its sheen. Frills cascaded from throat to waist like a waterfall of spun sugar ruffles upon ruffles upon ruffles, each edge finished with the thinnest piping of darker rose. The cuffs alone could have doubled as christening bonnets.
But the true crown was the headscarf.
An oversized triangle of blush pink satin, almost cartoonishly large, draped from the top of her head and cascaded past her shoulders in glossy waves. She had tied it under the chin with an extravagant bow, the ends trailing like rabbit ears. Pinned beneath it floated a sheer pink chiffon voile veil long enough to brush the upper swell of her ample chest, fine enough that her features showed through like a watercolour left in the rain. The veil softened the male jawline she had once hated, blurred the double chin, turned every blink into something theatrical and tender.
Her mouth was a dramatic wound of matte fuchsia, outlined sharper than a paper cut. Above it arched brows drawn in powdery rose, while the eyelids shimmered with pearlescent pink shadow and were rimmed in vivid bubblegum liner that flicked outward in exaggerated Rococo commas. Cheeks bloomed with circular rouge like a porcelain doll painted by an over enthusiastic child. The overall effect was sissy maid meets Marie Antoinette in full defiant mourning feminine, excessive, absurdly pretty, and deliberately inconsolable.
He, her male persona had hated the colour pink. Called it childish. Called it weak. On the nightstand sat the little brass urn containing what remained of him, his cremated wardrobe of male clothes, positioned so that the urn had no choice but to stare at her forever.
Hanimefendi lifted one plump, ring laden hand. The nails were lacquered the exact shade of strawberry marshmallow. She touched the veil where it lay across her lips, pressing the satin bow against them as though kissing herself goodnight.
I wore navy coloured clothes for forty-one years, she whispered to the mirror, voice low and cracked from crying and cigarettes she had given up in 1998. Navy and sensible shoes and ‘yes dear’ and ‘not now.’ You had your funeral in charcoal. Mine is pink. Barbie bloody pink. And I’m not sorry.
A tear escaped, cutting a bright path through the rouge. It hung on the veil like dew on candyfloss before soaking in.
She rose slowly, arthritic joints protesting and moved to the ancient radiogram in the corner. The needle settled onto an old 78. A scratchy soprano began to sing something unbearably sentimental about lost loves and rose gardens. Hanimefendi began to sway. The gown whispered against itself. The frills trembled. The veil floated like breath.
In the mirror a vast, pink, glittering figure danced alone widowed, overweight, outrageously made up, and for the first time in six decades entirely herself.
She was mourning, yes. But she was mourning in colour. And the house, for one evening at least, smelled faintly of rose talc, hot satin, and the sweetest kind of revenge.

Is it me or do all these BDSM Girl Touts look the bloody Same

I know it’s a bit “pot calling kettle” but there are some bloody weirdos on here just now

Well it's finally warmed up enough to dress! bloody snow and ice and goose bumps! Maybe time to fill my bed with something hotter than a hot watter bottle! Mmmm! Well anyway, enjoying a couple of glassess of red

Good evening girls, nice to be dressed in stockings after a horrendous day fighting my way around Sainsbury's! Only went in for some smoked salmon and dressed crab, Oh, it will be a five minute job, I thought! 25 minutes driving round the carpark to find a space, then que to get in the bloody door! Thankfully I couldn't get a trolly, so grabbed a basket. It was like a snail race around each isle, dodging all the overflowing trolleys ladden with 6 months supplies! Anyway, thankfully I had the basket, the self checkout for baskets proved to be the fastest. Few! I had to have a moment of meditation when I returned home. Now bathed, shaved, and stocking clad, with a cold beer and dinner in the oven

Well walked the dog, bloody freezing so back to bed to get warm again.

Hi everyone I’ve messed up lost my Zangi number hear it new one I’m bloody gutted 43-4716-7143

#happy #Halloween #bloody #fun

I can't believe it's be two years already since I joined this site and came out as a cross dresser and I'm not really any further forward than I was back then, ok I know what clothes I like and most of what I like is really not right for me, I also know that some sites that I shop from is really rubbish I also know that though high heels may make my legs look really long heels are just too bloody uncomfortable and I can get away with wearing black trainers or DM's, I'm already 5 feet 9 so tall enough, I also know that though my silicon breast fillets feel amazing I can get away without wearing them a few of my dresses come with the right shape that gives the look of breast

If there was a magic door to walk though that turned me into a permeant woman with out a question I would walk through it because when I am Zara Jones all the stresses of my Male life are gone I don't have a care in the world ok if I was now a woman I'm sure it would then come with new stresses but at least I would be the person I long to be

Well, so much for motorbike ride for me and The Twins, fried egg n onion bap, hot choc and admiring the bikes - Dracula Prince Of Darkness' eyeball, eyelids puffed up like a bad boxer's, bloody conjunctivitis! And it looks SO damn attractive, eh?
Can't even blame it on sharing massacre with another girl, but might be down to other "organic matter" in the eye the other night...

Bloody hell that picture is terrible lol

Trying to stay cool.. it's so bloody warm!

On nights tonight its bloody hot and the idiots are out or maybe im the crazy one

Is anyone else finding that replies and the links in "alerts" aren't working? I've commented on or been commented back on people's posts, get the alert, click just brings me back to the to of the home page? Is the bloody thing (to quote Major Clanger) broken again?
Or... have they been deleted/blocked cos i'm a Bad Girl?

Bloody hell what are you people doing to me. I'm having so many conversations with members just lately where i end up horny as ..... i dont think my middle aged body can take much more. Its f***ing awesome

So all them sexy things I got delivered today only one bloody string thong fits me

How do you ladies cope with nasty remarks while your out and about? Some days i can deal with it easily but other days i find it quite hard. Thankfully ive got my headphones in now and blasting out metallica so cant hear a bloody thing now lol. Ive been properly out about a month now and still find it hard when you hear a nasty comment aimed in your direction. Just wondered what other ladies do and how they manage it. Thanks girls xxx

Shit the bloody bin man just wolf whistled me when I took these !!

I have finally only gone and bloody done it. Nicola is out to the world. Well the bus to Birmingham lol. This is the very first time I've been out fully dressed with full make up on too. Am still bricking it but I took the first step and went outside all on my own!!! Am so chuffed with myself. Xx

Just heels and pop socks today it’s bloody cold ha ha

Whoops my bloody stocking won’t stay up

It seems I'm going to have to block certain members on here, Stop posting the same bloody Post, its boring,

I bloody miss these heels to

I bloody miss these heels they were my absolute favs

Evening girls x bloody cold again xx

I bloody miss these heels everyday

Afternoon ladies x bloody cold and miserable xx

Bloody hot in Aus
It was time for new swimwear

Heels no 1 easy to put in and easy to walk in I bloody love these heels

Sometimes it’s not about wearing sexy heels sometimes it’s about comfort and I bloody love these I could walk all day in them

(The Collector)

A member got in touch with me randomly and we got chatting about Hobbies other than CDing, and we had a common interest in Collecting, I'm not going to say what but either way he needed some help sorting out his Collection, after some time I decided it would be nice to go over and help with this collection and maybe Dress up at the same time to make it more interesting, well I did find out that he was Curious and not interested in Dressing up, but at the same time was keen to see me Dress up.
So round I went, it was about a 40 minutes journey so I had about 2 hrs to stay and help which was nice.
I arrived on time and we hit it off straight away, probably because we had something in common before we even met, we chatted for a while and just before we started on his Collection I said would you like me to change, He said oh yes please if you don't mind, of course not. I'd actually only packed my Nurse outfit with White Stockings with Red Tops and Red Suspenders and Belt and Red Stilettos and I had forgotten my Thong so nothing under the shirt dress, which I prefer anyway.
I walked out and to be honest his eyes literally lit up, he loved it, OMG he said you look amazing, so I did a few little Poses and even flashed a little to Tease him, Wow he said, then he came out with it....
While you are helping me with my Collection can I be under the table helping myself.. Oh I said OK that sounds very nice...
So the table was already set up with part of his collection on it, I sat down on his comfy chair right on the front edge and Spread my Legs as wide as I could, revealing my semi soft Clit to him who had crawled under the table.
He did not hesitate at all, I could feel wis warm wet mouth gobble up my Clit and Sacks and gave them a good Mouth Clean, soon enough I was getting hard, I must admit, it was quite difficult concentrating on the collection with this going on, but learn I must, every now and then I could switch off and let him play, but then the pleasure got too much and I lost concentration again, I tried my best to work on the collection, I quickly mentioned to him that I had rules about what he is doing, I did not finish the details when he said don't worry I know lol, oh ok I said, I carried on with his collection but 30 minutes was all I could manage, eventually he could hear and Feel me moan and Twitch and I shot my load into his mouth, I could hear him swallowing it all down, he did not stop either, untill I was small again, every drop gone.
He came out from under the table and said can I have some more, lol I said, yes but you will have to give me some time, OMG he was so keen, every ten minutes he would get back under the table and try again, and again and again Untill he had his fill, I just continued with his Collection and left him too it, Amazingly he got 3 loads out of me in the 2hrs I was there, which was bloody good going, although I could feel it....It was down to his continued Persistence....
That collection is coming on nicely now, a weekly visit and it's getting there.

Till next time xx

Loads more Stories and Encounters in the CD Stories Group...

STORY
(Can We Meet for a Sample Please)

A member named Jon (Not his full name) got in touch with me on here with a very simple question, Can I Sample You Please, he went on to say he has always been Curious but not a CD, he always enjoyed looking at Co cks rather that pu ssy, but he had never sampled one, he also sent a picture just incase which was very nice, he was smooth all over and around 6" Soft.
It looked amazing but I don't do Gay or Curious men, but I do like to help. I asked him what his idea of 'sample' was, which he said well I'm a no frills sort of person, I'm there for the instant pleasure and non of the build up, he went on to say he had read most of my stories and wanted to sample it all the way, he also said he would not leave any mess as suggested in my stories.
Ok I said, well I will offer you this, I will come over and change into an outfit then allow you to empty me and then if you are prepared to wear some Lingerie then after a rest we could sample each other at the same time, wishful thinking from me I think....
I did get a semi positive reply that said, yes that would be perfect but I'm not sure about wearing lingerie, but you never know, so I decided I will still take some just incase.
I met him at his house which was about 1hr 25mins away so quite a trip, I got there around 10:30 am, we said our Hello's and had a quick chat, then I asked him if he still wanted me to change, which luckily he did...
So I changed into a Slutty looking Black Bodystocking with my Stilettos and I threw on a long blonde wig so I could hide my face a little, I did not wear a thong as I did not see the point, when I walked out I was very surprised to see him sat naked waiting, he got up and looked me up and down and said, you look amazing to be honest considering your older than me, Aww I said thank you, that's nice.. I was struggling to take my eyes off his Co ck which was so so nice... I was so un-professional too as now I was getting hard...
I apologised.. He laughed and said it was fine..
I said where did you want my, he said to get on the sofa and lay back, so I did, he pulled me forward to the edge and spread my legs, he held them back from the back of my Thighs behind my knees, he just helped himself, slid my Shaft Straight in all the way, even sucking my sacks too untill I was fully hard, he slid up and down like a Pro, it did not help seeing him get hard too, OMG he looked so delicious.. No no stop it I said to myself...
He stopped and moved me to the bed where I lay down and he got on top of me holding my legs back and apart with his arms, the bloody Co ck dangling inches away from my mouth WTF. He started sucking again, the intense pleasure was too much for me, I'm so Fuc king weak, I started sucking his Co ck up and down untill I was gagging on every suck, he was really enjoying himself now and so was I to be honest, I sucked as hard as I could and as fast as I could... He paused again and said can we turn over, so we swapped over..
I was now on top and spread his legs out the way so I could carry on emptying this co ck, before that he said to lower myself down untill he said ok, well I to his mouth now, we both started sucking again, I was not very long before I was getting close and I tried my best to get quicker and suck harder, but I could not hold it any longer and pumped my load into his mouth, I could hear him swallowing it all down, we quickly swapped over again and he lowered himself down so he was very deep in my mouth, a few minutes later my mouth was filled with his beautiful Cum, which went down a treat.... I can't believe how weak I was.... We both loved it so much we did it again before I left....

I could happily do this every day...

Till the next time..

Plenty more Stories and Encounters in the CD Stories Group (all free)

I bloody love my spotty tights I literally can’t take them off lol

Bloody cold today, winter boots out i think ladies let me know you have im concerned about you all x x x

Morning all, not a bad sunrise this morning although bloody cold
Have a great day all xxx

Why can I never upload photos on this bloody site

I'm going broke ordering vintage babydoll, nighties, lol. There bloody expensive, but I love them.

Bloody covid

Just got back from a walk through the town centre to the river bank, bloody wind! the sunglasses were a great help with my nerves, just had lippy on as the walk was a spur of the moment thing

Bit of a rant, I've had comments again about how I get my figure. Do I wear corsets, bloody cheek, does it look like I need them.

Omg I started a face-book page and friend requests are mad, me as a fella, I don't even seem to get anyone wanting to chat to me, and then me as Zara I get messages coming in hard and fast, I have seen more dick pics than I have seen in my whole life time in about 2 months, yesterday I had over 200 friend requests a lot of them don't speak English so I just delete them, no point trying to understand what they are on about, I have had loads of men and women devoting their deniable love to me, and video chatters bloody hell leave me alone, had to switch that bit off. I most be just the new fresh meat, my female friends say welcome to our world with the dick pics, its like really do they call that a chat up line lol its maybe also the fact that I share some, hmm lets say playing with fire pictures a little leg a little cheeky and maybe giving the wrong impression about me

Right that's it, I have had enough now, I'm going to go shot my dog, he is driving me up the wall with his bloody barking so what if he is old and has dementia that's no excuse