I'm looking for a man who crossdresses to fxck my girlfriend in the butt and make me watch because she likes anal. I live in Indiana.

A CD called Kev got in touch wanting to meet up but we had a problem we both are married and could not easily accommodate so it seemed like a non starter from the beginning, it was a shame as we had near enough the same CD preferences, kev was Smooth where it was needed and he was Into Lingerie like me, as we chatted it was clear that he had a no mess approach to knowing what he wanted, which is exactly what most want if they were honest about it.
I told him that I finish work around 2pm and I'm home changed and trimmed by 3pm the only problem is my wife can turn up anytime even though she finished at 5pm...
I told him I often work in my Shed/Workshop which is heated but it's not exactly comfortable..
He suggested that if he arrived for about 3pm we could have fun of some sort in the workshop that way if the wife came back early, I could suggest it was a colleague from work...
I thaught it out and to be honest could not come up with a reason not to, so arrangements were made, we had discussed him being dressed already under his normal clothes, which I did the same after I fully prepared myself in the bathroom.
Kev arrived and after a quick greeting and chat, he used the bathroom to freshen up after his trip.. we then made our way to my small workshop now as tidy as it ever was and already nice and warm with my fan heaters.
I locked the door, and this is always a nervous part, I always ask if he/she wants to carry on and most of the time it's a yes, so I take off my Joggers, revealing Stocking Tights and Tiny Sheer Thong, I grabbed a bag which had my Red Stilettos and a Basque which I asked Kev to help with as they can be a bitch to get on, zipped ones are best.. Kev then removed his Joggers and he had Crotchless Tights then grabbed his bad and surprised me with some 2" Stilettos which was a little bonus, he had regular black Knickers but only his regular T-shirt on top, I suggested he, tie/knotted his t-shirt at the front, which was perfect...
I wasted no time and asked him to remove his knickers which he did, I did the same, I was trying to keep Calm and not get over excited.
I grabbed a seat cushion and put it on my workbench and pulled myself up onto the edge, I opened my legs, holding my knees and said, help yourself....
Kev dropped to his knees, put his arms round my thighs and sucked my semi into his mouth, giving it a full mouth wetting, unsurprisingly I started to get hard, at which he switched to sucking up and down my now solid ****....
I said stop, we swapped, I did the same, I slid his beautiful smooth **** into my mouth, already hard, after giving it a good wetting I cupped his **** with my lips just behind his **** head, then I did quick short sucks up and down, nice and tight, no more than two inches movement, up and down... It had the correct result, moaning with pleasure, after a few minutes we swapped again, then again, eventually we were both fairly close, I grabbed the sun bed cover and lay it on the floor, I lay down and asked him to 69....
No arguments there. .. he got on top sliding his hard shaft in my mouth ready, I started on him again as he did with me, after a few more minutes I was getting close, I said pause, which he did, then a few more minutes he said he was getting close, so I said start, he wasted no time, sucking the life out of my hard ****,vivwad close again, I started oh his again, really going for it.... A minute or two later, I shot my load into his mouth, he was swallowing just as my mouth was being filled twice with his juice, oh my got this Feed was amazing....
We were both so pleased with our Feeds, it was definitely on the list for the next available moment, to feed again....

Shall i do a dress up in my baby blue latex skater skirt and pink petticoat and stockings and suspenders and heels on ? X

I'm such a little b!tch for men who crossdress, I love being used by them and I was made to serve and worship them.

Ohhhhhh! This is so me! Mmmmm https://youtu.be/TFe5_GX5nsg?si=1RbT38gjWdKiyk5V
https://youtu.be/Zos-Da_hhj4?si=rwFOYItvZYM3fd_l
Ohhhhhh the big pink dress!

Mmmmmm my lovely dresses! They always make me want to cum!

Mmmmmm very horny today thinking of my beautiful dress!

I am in ecstasy after finding this website, thank you. I am blown away by the lovely attractive people. I always favored U.K. crossdressers and they are still by far the most desirable.

Wish i was at home fully dressed up sigh x

I love dressing up x in petticoats and skirts and stockings and suspenders x
#petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I little dressup #highheels #skirt #petticoat

Happy Horny Sunday . Hope you've all dressed for the day

I admit, men who crossdress are just more exciting and hotter than girls. I want their nut soooooo bad.

Photo Dump Part 2 of one of my favorite dresses ever

Heres Photo Dump part one of one my favorite dresses

My bestie thinks I dress like a hippie lol

Pre-outfit lazy sunday~
You think i should try red lip ?
Gonna show a new dress today~

Instead of sitting here watching snow and crap on TV in my nightie I'm gonna get dressed and watch the snow and crap on TV

A nice little dress up today #latexskirt #petticoat #stocking #suspenders #highheels

I still remember the afternoon I found them, tucked inside a dusty cardboard box at the flea market on the edge of town. The vendor had labeled it simply "Old Paper Ephemera, 50 pence each" but when I lifted the lid, a soft waft of aged paper and faint vanilla greeted me like a long lost friend. There they were: a stack of vintage 1950s fashion postcards, each one measuring that perfect little four by six inch's, small enough to slip into a pocket, big enough to make your heart skip. The first one I pulled out showed a woman who looked like she had stepped straight out of a Technicolor dream. Her dress was a riot of floral patterns, deep roses and soft peonies exploding across a cream background, the full skirt flaring out in that classic New Look silhouette. She posed with one hand on her hip, the other delicately holding a string of pearls to her smiling lips, her victory rolls perfectly coiffed, red lipstick glossy even in faded ink. The caption at the bottom read something cheerful like "A Lovely Day in the Garden," but it was the way the flowers seemed to bloom right off the card that got me. I could almost smell the imaginary perfume. I bought the whole stack twenty of them, no haggling. Back home, I spread them across my kitchen table like treasures. One after another revealed mid century magic, a pinup housewife in a polka dot dress, red spots dancing over crisp white, apron tied in a perfect bow, winking as she held a cherry pie like it was a trophy. Another wore a geometric wonder, bold atomic era diamonds and zigzags in turquoise and coral, the pattern so sharp it felt modern even now, her pose confident and playful, one eyebrow arched as if daring the viewer to keep staring. There was the one in the sunshine yellow swing dress with tiny scattered daisies, cinched waist showing off curves that the 1950s celebrated without apology. She leaned against a pastel kitchen counter, frilly apron spotless, a feather duster in hand like a scepter. "Keeping House with Style," the back proclaimed in elegant script, the space for a message blank and waiting for secrets that never got posted. I couldn't stop touching them, the cardstock thick and creamy, edges softly worn from decades of careful handling (or perhaps neglect). Some had faint crease lines, tiny bends where thumbs had once held them dear. Others were pristine, as if printed yesterday. I imagined the women who once received them: a birthday girl giggling over the pinup in the cherry print halter dress, or a newlywed pinning the geometric beauty to her refrigerator as inspiration for her first dinner party. That evening I sat with my junk journal open, glue stick in hand. I layered one postcard onto a page with bits of lace and old ticket stubs, another beside pressed flowers from my own garden. The floral pinup became the centerpiece of a wedding themed spread vows unspoken but visualized in every perfect curl and blooming rose. The housewife with the pie? She headed a birthday collage, surrounded by retro recipe cards I'd scribbled myself: "How to Bake Happiness, 1955 Style." As night fell, I propped a few on my shelf like tiny paintings collectible mid century decorations glowing under the lamp. The room felt warmer, softer, like stepping into an era where women wore their femininity boldly: full skirts twirling, patterns popping, smiles bright and unapologetic. Those postcards weren't just paper; they were little portals to a time of optimism, glamour in the everyday, and quiet rebellion wrapped in petticoats. I still flip through them when the world feels too fast. Each one reminds me that beauty can be small, collectible, and endlessly charming pure vintage love.

Pics of this morning.... see you #crossdresser #goodmorning

I feel so cute in my lil black dress

Well I had another good day buying lady things-got two new dresses but failed to get shoes-high heels. So I will have to have a mooch in a real shoe shop. Let me know if you like my new dress

Here’s a question. No right of wrong answer, just my warped mind….

If you went on a date as a boy with yourself dressed as a girl and you got lucky, would you rather…..

Feeling great dressed

Stop hiding, its me... #crossdress #red #valentinesday

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My newest additions, dress, wig and shoes

I got a tutu!:

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OMG I found our song girls!

https://youtu.be/8T1xAy59yjo?si=qRta2-w6_5qbvLUL

#crossdresser #trans #good #girl #sexy

A few weeks old this pic, I would love to go out clubbing dressed like this though. It would feel so naughty

I woke up to the low groan of the radiator and the peculiar hush that February brings to old apartments. My bedroom smelled faintly of cold wax and the sweet chemical ghost of fabric conditioner. The first thing I did, as always, was reach for the bundle on the chair. The rainbow satin headscarf came first. I tied it carefully, pulling the shimmering folds forward so the colours caught the weak morning light from the half closed blinds red bleeding into orange, yellow fracturing into green, then the deeper bruise of indigo and violet. It framed my face like a Renaissance halo gone wrong, the slippery material cool against my temples. Next the nightie. It slithered over my skin, heavy and liquid, clinging where it wanted and floating where it didn't. The hem barely brushed mid-thigh; the bodice stretched taut across my chest and stomach, every breath making the satin ripple in waves of prismatic colour. I liked how it forced me to move slower, more deliberately, as though the garment itself demanded ceremony. The housecoat went over that long, sweeping, sleeves wide enough to swallow my hands if I wasn't careful. More rainbow, more shine, the kind of decadent excess that felt almost violent in the grey half light of my living room. I left it open. No point pretending modesty at this hour. Then the opera gloves. Elbow length at minimum, but these reached nearly to the shoulder, twenty inches of glossy rainbow tubing that made my arms look elongated, artificial, expensive. I flexed my fingers inside them; the satin resisted, then gave, whispering with every small movement. My hands didn't feel like mine anymore. Finally the tights. Sheer enough to show skin tone beneath, yet dense with that unmistakable satin sheen. I rolled them up each leg slowly, smoothing out every phantom wrinkle, watching the colours shift and recombine as thigh met hip. Once they were on, the world narrowed to the sound of my own stockings sliding against each other with every step. I padded into the living room like that. On the longest wall where most people would hang a generic landscape or a framed concert poster hung the canvas. Massive. Unapologetic. An abstract oil painting that someone, maybe me, in a past life I no longer recognize had decided deserved to dominate the room. The brushstrokes were furious, almost angry: thick impasto ridges of crimson and turquoise crashing into one another, black shadows knifing through like storm damage. Yet somewhere in the chaos a figure refused to dissolve completely. A woman. Big. Beautiful. Unafraid. Her body was suggested rather than spelled out great soft curves implied by the way the paint bulged and receded, rolls and swells given form by violent highlights of rainbow satin. A headscarf bled off the top edge of the canvas. Opera gloves climbed impossibly high. The nightie and housecoat fused into one cascading shape, liquid and armored at once. Her legs were suggested only by vertical streaks of glossy color that could have been tights, could have been spilled paint, could have been blood for all the painting cared to clarify. Grimdark realism bleeding into abstraction; beauty that felt dangerous. I stood in front of her for a long time, dressed almost exactly as she was. Sometimes I wonder if I bought the painting because it looked like me, or if I started dressing this way because the painting demanded a witness. Either way, the ritual is the same. I become the afterimage. The room becomes a gallery with only one visitor. The satin warms slowly to body heat until it feels like a second, more honest skin. Outside, the city is gunmetal and salt-streaked concrete. Inside, everything shimmers. Violent colour against violent shadow. No apologies. I turn slightly so the light catches the gloves, the headscarf, the long liquid lines of my thighs. The painting stares back. We regard each other the way old lovers do knowing too much, saying nothing. Then I go make coffee. Still wearing every piece. Still matching the wall. Still not quite sure which one of us is the copy.

Another new dress. X

My Valentine Special Dress For Tomorrow Do you Like It....

Heres a nice and simple dress and honestly it kinda reminds me of like a salon worker dress but I still like it, nothing wrong with simple

Crossdressing stories

Not dressed in a while, wondering if a new wig and knickers will help. Shopping always helps right? I'm thinking long straight black hair and lace....

I so love dressing like this when i can!

Anyone new to crossdressing ?

Saying hi and checking in Begginer crossdresser looking for advice and friends from the uk

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Here's some pics off this cute lil blue dress I had.

Hello everyone, there's a site on Google for crossdressers and trans I forgot the name... title written in green colour... please anyone know about it please
Thank you

Somedays since becoming a Sissy Crossdressing Widower, this is often how I feel, the laughter carries me through.

Mmmmmm this was me before wearing and feeling my lovely huge bridesmaid dress!

https://youtu.be/Zos-Da_hhj4?si=1esar7dvwGTFbYvP This would be my dream! To dress up in a huge pink victorian dress and invite my victorian lady round for tea in her big victorian dress!

POMPÖÖS Couture Living in a Satin Wonderland of Sissy Satin Dresses, Sissy Satin Gowns, Sissy Satin Gloves and Big Mirrors. Oh My!

******* took me shopping today. Got 3 new silk night gowns, alot of cute pants and 4 new short skirt dresses. Starting to think she likes to see me swing under a skirt hehe.

Heres some pics of one of my all time favorite dresses and it has a turtleneck!