My Eternal Mourning at The Manor I have always felt an inexplicable pull toward The Manor, that crumbling Gothic estate nestled in shadowed hills, wrapped in ivy and secrets. Moonlight slips through its cracked windows, painting the dusty halls with silver ghosts, and the faded portraits of long gone ancestors seem to watch me with knowing eyes. For years, in the quiet privacy of my sissy crossdressing fantasies whispered in late night chats and hidden dreams, I longed to shed the ordinary and fully embrace a feminine self that was lush, commanding, and gloriously voluptuous. Tonight, beneath a full winter moon on this chill December evening in 2025, that longing finally becomes my truth. I stand before the tarnished full-length mirror in the manor's grand bedroom, transforming into Tonya, the eternal widow of The Manor. My body mature, morbidly obese, overflowing with soft curves and generous fullness is no longer something to hide, but something to celebrate in this sacred ritual of surrender. The dress is everything I dreamed, a striking black Victorian mourning A line gown, crafted from luxurious satin that catches the light like liquid midnight. Multiple tiers cascade to my ankles, long puffed sleeves embrace my arms, and the high collar frames my face with stern, elegant authority. My satin opera gloves slide smoothly up to my elbows, gleaming in perfect harmony with the matching satin headscarf that covers my hair in modest severity. Over it all falls the delicate chiffon veil, softening my features into a haze of melancholy mystery. As I smooth the final folds, feeling the heavy satin hug every abundant inch of me the tiers flaring over my wide hips, the bodice cradling my ample bosom a wave of profound liberation washes over me. I am no longer the secret sissy of fleeting fantasies. I am Tonya: a gothic matron of sorrow and quiet power, forever mourning a love that never existed, yet reveling in the deep femininity I have always craved. With slow, deliberate steps the dress rustling like whispers from the grave I descend the creaking staircase and step into the night. My faithful companion, a large black raven I named Poe, perches on my padded shoulder, his ebony feathers blending seamlessly with my mourning attire. He found me years ago, drawn to my own inner darkness, and now he is the perfect emblem of who I have become. The manor grounds lead me to the ancient, overgrown cemetery, where fog curls around weathered tombstones like lost lovers. Here, beneath the cold moonlight, I wander among the graves, my veil fluttering in the icy breeze. Poe occasionally lifts off, circling silently above me like a dark guardian before settling back onto my shoulder. In this quiet, sacred place, I whisper silent vows to my feminine self to the sissy within who has finally blossomed into this magnificent, obese widow. Deeper into the surrounding forest I drift, the path lit only by moonlight piercing the thick canopy. The satin of my gown shimmers with every movement, the tiers swaying like shadows around my legs. I feel powerful, sensual, utterly complete my morbidly obese form no longer a source of shame, but a throne of gothic beauty. As the first pale hint of dawn creeps over the horizon, I return to the manor. Poe caws softly, as if bidding farewell to the night. Tonya will dwell here forever, in the heart of darkness and desire. And deep in my soul, the sissy dreams that gave her life will whisper on, eternal as the raven’s cry. Nevermore will I hide.

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?😊🤐

Felt super cute today wearing these full zip knee high leather boots😍

My new heels are too high and killing my feet. Not good to wear.

Outfit for the day is Faux Leather Midi Dress, Crimson stockings, Block suede Knee high boots with block heels, fur lined hooded cloak to keep the chill off the shoestring strapped shoulders

Another new dress thigh highs and new push up bra love being able to buy new clothes. Now some naughty alone time

I have a couple that lives with me and when they're gone I dress up, so today I looked out the window and their truck is gone, they always park out front and I listen for when they come home, their truck is real loud and I'll run into my room and change, so today their truck is gone so I put my little pink satin nighty on, my white thigh highs, pink high heels and my little pink panties, I go out into the garage because I like the sound of high heels on concrete, I'm watching some trans porn, doin my thing, I get done, change back to guy cloths, I throw the dress and stuff in my trunk and just then both of them walk out into the garage, startled I said "did you guys just get home? " where did you guys go,? they said nowhere, I said "but your truck was gone, they said, " we had to park down the street cuz someone was in our spot, we were in the room taking a nap, OMG! 5 minutes earlier and they would have caught me watching trans porn wearing pink panties,OMG!

I'm waiting for your opinions girls, I have to give up this beautiful life, even though I don't know how to walk in high heels yet, and my girlfriend left me, I don't know what decision to make, I need help

Which combination looks better, white knee high socks or........

Meeting Tina Cross (Tinakins), was one of the highlights of the holiday!

I love fishnets & high heels 👠 😁

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Bored high and horny porn time soon

#highheels #qos #legs

Hey sweets, I wanted to open up and share something real with you—something raw, honest, and close to the bone. If any of this resonates with you, if you’ve ever felt the same hunger, the same questions, the same ache—I’d love to hear from you. You're not alone. Leave a comment, share your truth. With all my heart (and a few kisses), I’ve hated my dick for as long as I can remember—not just for how it looks or what it symbolizes, but for how it keeps me tethered to a version of myself that never felt real. It’s not that I want to erase my body—I just want it to feel like mine. I want softness. Curves. A place to be entered, to be held, to be loved in a way that matches how I feel inside. I want to be her. And in many ways, I already am. I haven’t transitioned. Maybe I never will. But I live in the space between genders like it’s home. Most people have no idea. They see what I let them see. But under my clothes, I’m wrapped in the truth of who I am—lace panties, a matching bra, delicate straps across my chest, sometimes a garter if I need to feel extra pretty that day. It’s not just for arousal. It’s for survival. And always, always, I wear my prosthetic. My fake pussy. My secret salvation. It’s made of silicone—soft, skinlike, shaped just right. The slit is subtle but perfect. There's a hole you can enter, if you know how to treat me. When I slip it on and feel my cock tucked away, my heart slows. My body goes quiet. I look down and see smoothness, femininity, me. Not a fantasy—reality. My reality. I wear it all the time. Not just for sex, not just when I’m alone. It’s part of my daily ritual, part of how I make peace with a body that’s caught between what it is and what I wish it could be. It keeps me close to her—the woman I am when no one’s looking, and sometimes even when they are. Most lovers don’t know how to handle that part of me. They want either a woman or a man, and I’m both and neither. But some—some—see me. They touch me with reverence. They kiss my neck like it’s sacred. They press against the silicone, kiss me through it, call me beautiful. And when they slide inside that prosthetic slit, I feel... loved. Not just fucked. Chosen. Other times, they want what I hide. They pull down my panties and take me as I am. My ass becomes my pussy. They call my cock a girl cock, and I let them, because in those moments it belongs to the version of me who still needs to be worshipped, still deserves to be adored. There's no shame in it. I’m done apologizing for the way I live in my body. But the most powerful moments are the quiet ones—alone, silk between my thighs, hips swaying as I move through the world with my little secret pressed tight against me. The prosthetic warms to my skin. I forget it’s there, and yet I’m constantly aware of it. It doesn’t just hide what I hate. It shows me who I am. Every soft curve, every subtle line—it’s mine. I’ve had men fall in love with me through it. Not just because of how I look, but how I let them in. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. When I let a man undress me slowly, kiss down my stomach, slip his fingers over that smooth slit... he doesn’t just touch silicone. He touches me. He touches the part of me that’s always been waiting to be seen. And when he enters me there, when he moves inside me through that perfect opening, I close my eyes and feel a kind of peace I’ve never known. A feeling that says, This is what it means to be wanted. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what it means to be loved in the body you’ve built for yourself, on your terms. It’s not a costume. It’s not pretend. It’s truth, wrapped in silicone and lingerie and longing. And it’s beautiful. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent

Daily grind...high on poppers...I am a horny tranny mess...💋

Just f#cking WOW, just got back from the Skindred gig... OMG the vibes, the energy, was sweating like a kid in a sweetshop with unlimited cash. Girls I highly recommend going to see them if you get the chance. You WON'T regret it.

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy

Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy

Short skirts & high heels...these are two of my favourite things 😊👠

What do you think of Alcina Dimitrescu super sexy hot version showing everything during the Halloween evening..???🤤💃💋😋🍑#jadore #hallowen #sissy #crossdress #Dimitrescu #loveit #hightheels 👄👻🐩🍓🍒🍌🍑🍑🍑

(How to Spot a Fake) This is a few things you can look for when spotting a Fake Pictures. Of course there is also the The Very Poor Picture which can make things tricky. A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and manu many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance. The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin. As you will see Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake. Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this .. Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts. Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, and not likely to be here... Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this. Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply. Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this. Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes. Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face - Fake. Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too. Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something. Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes. Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you. This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

some costumes I'd like to dare to wear this Halloween... I love showing off... shimmying around in very high heels with sexy, super feminine makeup... I love it!!!👠💄💃💋💍🎀👰🏼‍♀️👠👠👠🍓👄💝😻😘😘😘🍑

Who wants to go out for Halloween?! Do you know of any parties? I'm free. This Halloween I want to show off... very high heels and minimal covering. I'd like to show myself to everyone, I'm choosing the right theme... suggestions welcome..👠🍓👄👚💄🎀💦👰🏼‍♀️👡🐩👗💃🩱💅💍👒💁🏼‍♀️😘🥰😘🍑💋💋💋

The wife threw these soiled knickers out today & I was quick to salvage them! I must admit I prefer the colourful flowery frilly knickers than the plain ones! But hey each to their own. ❤️ you can imagine the amount of sniffing I’ve been doing he he ! I’m getting high! lol 😂 💋

Got my hair and my eyebrows done yesterday. I so love to go to the stylish and living in a girls world. My hair is highlighted and is now 1/3 of the way down my back. So neat because years ago the military cut it all off - But look at me now. Feminine styled so soft my hair is. Tell me what you think? - Two photos to see - AI clothes and background on my body, and my clothing wear as I sat in the salon. No changes to my body, just all me under this look. Friends please give me comments? I will post another remarkable photo of my hair tomorrow. So what do you like the most? Me on the podium? or just in my back yard without enhancement. 🥰

Good day everyone. Today I am modeling an outfit that was given to me as a gift. I really like this sports wear, the look. Light Blue is me today. Hope you all like seeing me in it. 🥰 ---- My bra is a Jockey Brand - is slightly padded. Really love how it feels and would highly recommend to my girlfriends.

I think it's time to get some new stockings. I did have a rather large supply of Fiore stockings, but sadly lots of them have laddered, only a couple of new ones left! I did find them to be very good quality and a nice fit. better than the ones from Shein and AliX, they were just too small and one batch of fishnets almost cut of the circulation in my thighs! I do prefer stockings to holdups, just because I love the suspender belt. Well, supose it's time to shop!! 😍💋💋

#HeelsOnly You'll all be pleased to know that I, Strictly, wear High Heels At All Times. On my Tippy Toes with a smile Thank you [Adrianne] for my first comment💋

I am current making some homemade marsh-mellows but sadly not dressed in a polka pot 50's style dress and red high heels

Just something a bit different. Famous cross dressers and trans people through the ages. Elagabus, Emperor (204 – 222 AD) Elagabus was made Emperor of Rome at the age of only 14, after successful political maneuvering by his maternal aunt. During his reign as Emperor, he preferred women’s dress. He had his whole body depilated, wore makeup, and referred to his chariot driver Hierocles as his husband. He even made an offer of money to any doctor who could perform surgery on him to make him biologically female. None of this exactly made him popular in the highly traditional Rome of the time. His popularity also wasn’t helped by the fact that Elagabus married a priestess who’d been sworn to virginity, and instituted controversial sun-worshiping religious practices. He was assassinated in 222, at the age of only 18.

Getting the hang of these high heels xx

Finally got 5 mins privacy to dress today, sheer tan pantyhose and lingerie 🥰 My pantyhose of choice are Oroblu. They are high quality, like Wolfords, but half the price. I usually buy direct from Oroblu's website, especially when they are doing 4 for 3 offers 🤭💕💕

I was asked last night about my shoes and if i had some really high heels. So i thought I'd share. These are the highest heels I own, I have this pair and another the same but in Blue. I got them both from ebay, BNIB. I don't wear them often as you need the right occasion but they are so amazing to wear. Paired today with stiletto seamed nylon stocking and suspender and a slinky black dress. The dress is Gok Wan by Tu, bought several years ago figure hugging and so nice to wear

Just in for a moment. Had the most wonderful time at the stylist. Hair highlighted and brows waxed. I am showing my worst photo and my best. Worst is me in the chair with foils on. Best is me out running in a new peach/pink running outfit showing off my wonderful looking hair. Love your comments. 🥰

I'm so horny but on my sexy shiny stretches satin panty sexy hot pink see-through bra playing besides my panties high on my hips and grinding against the material I'm ready for another man in sexy lingerie to cum play with me

How high should a sissy wear a thong ? X

Horny high and getting hard

These heels are so high need to learn to walk in them lol xx

Once long ago in times misty swirl, A little boy wanted to grow up a girl, The years and time slowly went by, His dream was lost he wanted to cry, Then one day right out of the blue, He suddenly realised what he had to do, Swap his shirt for a very short skirt, Buy foundation, give it a squirt, Powder, lipstick and eyeshadow too, Now some stockings and high heeled shoe, A blonde wig, breasts and nails all brand new, At last a pretty girl was there on view, Alas the dream was all locked away, In the closet his girl had to stay, To face the world had been her intent, But when she tried her nerve always went, Then one day the urge was to great, She opened the door, walked out of the gate, She wanted to yell, shout it out loud, Look at me I'm female and proud.

New lingerie and sexy thigh high boots. Love it!

Joanne's kinky night on the golf course. Joanne (48, a librarian by day, a siren of the twilight by night) adjusted the black lace bra & panties set and stockings, its delicate fabric a stark contrast to the rough texture of the damp grass beneath her bare feet & slipped on her black heels. The golf course, usually a scene of quiet precision, was her personal stage tonight. A setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows, transforming the manicured greens into an ethereal landscape. Tonight’s performance featured a selection of rather… large props nestled in her oversized handbag: a collection of vibrant, sculpted silicone anal toys, each promising a different kind of ecstatic violation of her arse. Her camera & tripod, a trusty Canon EOS, hung from her shoulder, ready to capture the all the moments of her self-expression, her daring exhibitionism & dizzy hights of pleasure under the watchful gaze of the setting sun. She hoped, with a thrill that sent a shiver down her spine, that someone, some stranger, would stumble upon her, witness her transgressive ritual. Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery – a woman, stood silently among the shifting light and shadows, motionless all but a slight movement under her top, was she caressing her breast, Joanne couldn’t quite see through the lengthening shadows cast by the warm light now fading sun, she walked silently towards her, her eyes transfixed upon Joannes hand, now clutching a black 18 inch silicone dildo, dripping with lube, with an unnerving glance and a very slight but nervous smile, she said nothing, her hand was on her breast squeezing it quite intensely. Joanne, momentarily startled, didn't scream or run. Instead, a perverse curiosity overcame her fear. This was unexpected, far beyond her usual nocturnal escapades, but something she had fantasised about for many years. The woman approached, gazing at her discarded panties laying on the grass, then curiously picked them up & inspecting them, “nice” she softly said, “ don’t mind me, I’m happy to see what you intend doing with your toys” Joanne tried to talk, but her mouth was dry with fear and she trembled with anticipation of what this evening may become, one of the anal toys she had not long before putt in her arse was slipping, she could feel the lube running down her leg, then it did, it dropped from her & their it laid out on the dew-kissed grass! OMG, I’m so embarrassed Joanne squeaked like a fool, the woman smiled as she gazed upon the size of the slippery escapee, the woman took a few more steps towards Joanne, she was just inches from her trembling body, she could smell her musk perfume hanging in the air, she wasn’t young, perhaps in her early fifties with dark but dies hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes “turn around” she spoke in soft Irish accent that was calming and sweet. Joanne obliged and turned her back to her, she felt the woman’s hand upon hers slowly taking the long black snakelike toy from Joanne’s hand, with a gentleness Joanne hadn’t felt since being in the company of her mother she felt a hand gently caress her back and ever so gently pushed her into a bent over position, in that moment she felt she was in the most amazing place had ever known, to her amaze the woman slowly pushed the toy into her arse, not working it in and out but with one long slow determine push, it slid all the way into her arse. With the lady now leaning into Joannes back, her perfume intense in Joanne’s nose it was almost like a drug, sending her into a heavenly blissful trance. The woman took her other hand reached around to grasp Joannes cock, it was so cool, soft and gentil, almost childlike, slowly teasing her fingers over the tip, playing with a small drop of precum that she found dripping from the head, this seemed to go on for a eternity, slowly increasing the rhythm and grip, Joanne could feel her pleasure building as her shaft grew harder and harder, she slipped one hand behind her and found the top of the woman’s shorts and panty line, slowly she slid her hand down to the woman’s neatly shaved vulva, but just at that brief moment of contact Joanne burst bout a great grown and stood shaking all over from head to foot, her hot moist seamen flowed from her the woman’s grasp, falling to the floor and landing on Joannes discarded panties. Feeling a little faint, Joanne fell to her stocking clan knees, then to her hands, panting like a hot hound and quivering like a leaf on a tree she couldn’t believe what had just happened, composing herself she turned to face the mystery woman, she had gone, as silently as she had appeared, the sing that she had ever been present was a small white flower laying next to Joanne’s now spoilt panties.

So hot today! My big thighs are sweating up a storm! 🥵😩

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