Go on...........Click the play button. I DARE YA!! xx

Its time
To stop
My train
Arrived
I'm getting out
I don't mind
The night
The weight
Another try
Another day
After a night...
I go slowly
Nowhere
I do not know
I don't care
I am just looking
For a sign...
The sign
So hidden
In my mind
But when
I see it
All will click

My stop
I'm leaving
Time tick ticks
Another walk
Another pain
Another hope
For a day
To come
To silence
Of the night
I walk alone
I don't mind...

The Pink Satin Parcel

The parcel arrived on a rainy Saturday morning, wrapped in plain brown paper packaging with nothing to hint at what was inside. I carried it quietly upstairs before anyone else noticed. It wasn't an expensive purchase or some rare collector's item just a vintage satin nightdress from an eBay listing that I couldn't stop thinking about.
I carefully unfolded the tissue paper.
There it was.
A beautiful sissy pink satin nightie, soft and unmistakably vintage. The faded label still read UK 32–34, although the seller had suggested it was more comfortable for a 30–32. It measured a generous sixty inch bust and fifty inches long. Delicate lace trimmed the neckline, and a tiny satin bow sat in the centre, giving it an unmistakably feminine charm.
It looked as though it had stepped straight out of the late seventies or early eighties.
The listing had been wonderfully over the top. It described "special Saturday nights," satin that whispered over the skin, and invited the buyer to imagine slipping into it after a long, stressful week. Part of me laughed at the dramatic sales pitch.
Another part of me couldn't stop reading.
There was something oddly familiar about it.
When I was young, I always found myself fascinated by the contents of my mum's bedroom drawers. Tucked neatly away were satin nighties, lace trimmed slips, and other beautiful garments that seemed to belong to a mysterious grown up world. I never touched them, but I often wondered what they felt like. The colours, the fabrics and the elegance stayed in my memory long after childhood had passed.
Over the years that curiosity never completely disappeared.
Eventually I accepted that I simply enjoyed feminine clothing. Wearing it wasn't about pretending to be someone else. It was about exploring a softer side of myself that I'd hidden away for far too long.
That's why I clicked Buy It Now.
For the next couple of days I found myself checking the tracking number far more often than I cared to admit. Every update made me smile. It felt strangely exciting knowing that this little piece of vintage femininity was making its way towards me.
When it finally arrived, I slipped the satin nightie over my head.
The fabric settled around me with surprising grace, cool and silky against my skin. It flowed almost to my ankles, and the lace rested gently around my shoulders. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help smiling.
I wasn't trying to become anyone else.
I was simply allowing myself to enjoy something I'd been curious about for most of my life.
The satin shimmered softly whenever I moved, and for the first time I understood why garments like this had once been treasured. They weren't merely nightclothes. They were a quiet ritual a way of ending the day with comfort, elegance and a little touch of luxury.
I made myself a mug of tea, picked up the novel waiting on my bedside table, and climbed beneath the duvet.
The satin moved gently as I settled into the pillows.
Outside, the rain tapped softly against the window.
Inside, everything felt peaceful.
The vintage style listing had promised anticipation, dreams and imagination. It had exaggerated, of course but not entirely.
Sometimes all it takes is a simple vintage nightdress to reconnect with a forgotten part of yourself. As I switched off the bedside lamp, wrapped in soft pink satin and surrounded by silence, I realised I wasn't chasing a fantasy.
I was simply embracing a side of myself that had been waiting patiently for many years to be welcomed home.

Tuesday Click

Saturday Party Night Click

Thursday Click

I started sharing my stories on erotic literature sights. One of my favorite stories, and my real fantasy, is this one: https://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600110809

Here is the first part of it, edited to fit this post. To read the original, click on the link. Thanks! Kisses!

Tuesday Click

Friday Party Night Click

Thursday Click

Night Click

You can click on my YouTube link. Have fun!

Monday Click

Thursday Click

Night Click Before Sleep

New Stocking Tights for June xx
The Full versions are on my Flickr page or I can Private Msg them xx

Above every picture on my Profile there is Information, Stories, Details and Very Naughty Stuff....
Click the blue "Read more"

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Paul offered to help...... (Read Below)
I was very happy to hear from Paul who sent me a message saying he was available for training Help during my availability times, 2:30 and 4:30pm and he was around 15 minutes away from Ilkeston... We chatted extensively about everything important and at the same time he said he was happy to be Smooth and wearing his wife's Holdups..
So on that we arranged a call from me Tuesday and I would arrive around 2:45pm.. which gave me plenty of time.
He lived in Nuthall just on the Nottinghamshire boarder... Paul opened the door in joggers and hoodie and me obviously still in my Postie uniform...
We said our quick Hello's and he said he had to get back to work and showed me through to a spare room with a smart Raisable Desk, he said I use my wife's desk when I'm working from home, she is slightly disabled so needs it, he just took off his Joggers to reveal Holdups and a Thong which I did not expect..
He raised the desk right up so it was standing hight and asked me to get under, which was very easy, he had already got a pillow ready, he slipped the Thong to one side, revealing a nice 5" Soft Smooth Co ck... He just said help yourself and carried on working on his laptop ..
I was getting hard myself seeing his co ck and wasted no time getting it into my mouth, sucking it into my mouth until it got hard at which I switched to sucking up and down his beautiful shaft which was now about 6.5" I was so hoping he wants me back again..
He was obviously enjoying it as he spread his legs wider to allow better access, I was holding on to his legs at the top of his Holdups sliding myself up and down his shaft, I switched from this to Wanking with my mouth still on his co ck head, back to sucking on and off for about 20 minutes when he paused his job, Grabbed my head both sides and used me as his **** toy and just as he started to moan just had the head in my mouth, two very large loads shot in filling my mouth twice with his beautiful cum, he kept hold untill every drop was gone....
He said go wait in the living room untill around 3:30 and come and try again.
OMG that's wonderful yes ok and I did exactly that, by 4:15 I had had my second helping of cum, much less obviously but I was so so happy... I had plenty of time to go straight to my Wife's work to fetch her.
I do hope he calls for me again.....
If you can help, then please let me know asap...


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OOTD
A handmade hip huggers

Lick my ass

I fantise about being dressed up so sexy and feminine and then being in a group of people guys girl cross dressers and transgenders and being the centre of attention because I look so beautiful, yeah then having my virgin hole penitrated and filled my mouth filled and lickin fanny and fucking holes and have lots of fun exploring my sexualty more and being the sissy cum dump whore xxx

A member asked me why, if I enjoy co cks so much, why not just offer to suck any....
I said well that's not the point, I actually don't ask that much.. A smooth shaven co ck with full head showing. That's my personal preference, one because it is much cleaner, ( just ask a Nurse) and two I cannot stand Hairs....
The only Boundary I'm pushing is asking those interested to wear Tights, Stockings or Holdups.... Not exactly the end of the world is it..... My idea here is two fold, one I just love Lingerie and Smooth Co cks, it really really gets me going and Two, it could very well not be the last time there wear some, as I and all CDs know it can get very addictive... To be honest I think I may have an issue as I love smooth **** in Stockings probably too much....
I wonder if the is a Co cks Annonomous
I would travel more to meet other people offering there help with my Training but time is an issue when married and working, I often have a short window of opportunity of a couple of hours, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, on the occasional day off I may get longer.. most of my availability is between 2:30 and 4:30 at the latest... Hence why travelling is an issue...
So if anyone can accommodate this then let me know, if I find a trustworthy person, they can come to my house but even then we would have to be careful.. or maybe I would end up servicing you in the workshop
The other question I get is Why do you have to Swallow... Well again, I love it and no way am I cleaning that mess up
It's much easier just swallowing it all and job done, no dirty lingerie either....
______________________________________________
My original Details..........
Derby UK Lingerie CD Looking for Training

I'm looking for Co ck within 20 minutes of Spondon or Ilkeston for ongoing training purposes, I don't expect anything in return,
These are my criteria..
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Sacks
Full Co ck Head Showing
5" or more when hard
Willing to wear Tights or Holdups/Stockings ( Which I could supply)
This is for training only, I don't expect you to do anything else at all, ideally you can sit on the edge of the sofa or arm chair with your legs spread, you can read a book or play on your phone or watch TV.... I'm there to gain as much experience at sucking co ck as possible, I will be trying different techniques and will leave No Mess at all... So long as you are happy for me to Swallow.
Hopefully this will be at least 3 times a week hopefully more...
No one needs to know anything so if your married or with someone then that's fine.
Feedback on how I'm doing and how I can improve my extraction would be even better as the faster I get my fill the better I'm doing.
Age and looks are unimportant so long as it's legal, you should be fit and healthy and free from anything catching.
I expect you to be Very Clean, Tidy, Discreet and pleasant and Trustworthy... What I do will go no further and I expect the same.
Please check out my Profile and Pics and my Favourites to see what I'm like and what I like.
Contact me for any questions or details..
This is my Profile:-
https://www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/

These are my Favourites:-
https://www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/

A member asked me why, if I enjoy co cks so much, why not just offer to suck any....
I said well that's not the point, I actually don't ask that much.. A smooth shaven co ck with full head showing. That's my personal preference, one because it is much cleaner, ( just ask a Nurse) and two I cannot stand Hairs....
The only Boundary I'm pushing is asking those interested to wear Tights, Stockings or Holdups.... Not exactly the end of the world is it..... My idea here is two fold, one I just love Lingerie and Smooth Co cks, it really really gets me going and Two, it could very well not be the last time there wear some, as I and all CDs know it can get very addictive... To be honest I think I may have an issue as I love smooth **** in Stockings probably too much....
I wonder if the is a Co cks Annonomous
I would travel more to meet other people offering there help with my Training but time is an issue when married and working, I often have a short window of opportunity of a couple of hours, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, on the occasional day off I may get longer.. most of my availability is between 2:30 and 4:30 at the latest... Hence why travelling is an issue...
So if anyone can accommodate this then let me know, if I find a trustworthy person, they can come to my house but even then we would have to be careful.. or maybe I would end up servicing you in the workshop
The other question I get is Why do you have to Swallow... Well again, I love it and no way am I cleaning that mess up
It's much easier just swallowing it all and job done, no dirty lingerie either....
______________________________________________
My original Details..........
Derby UK Lingerie CD Looking for Training

I'm looking for Co ck within 20 minutes of Spondon or Ilkeston for ongoing training purposes, I don't expect anything in return,
These are my criteria..
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Sacks
Full Co ck Head Showing
5" or more when hard
Willing to wear Tights or Holdups/Stockings ( Which I could supply)
This is for training only, I don't expect you to do anything else at all, ideally you can sit on the edge of the sofa or arm chair with your legs spread, you can read a book or play on your phone or watch TV.... I'm there to gain as much experience at sucking co ck as possible, I will be trying different techniques and will leave No Mess at all... So long as you are happy for me to Swallow.
Hopefully this will be at least 3 times a week hopefully more...
No one needs to know anything so if your married or with someone then that's fine.
Feedback on how I'm doing and how I can improve my extraction would be even better as the faster I get my fill the better I'm doing.
Age and looks are unimportant so long as it's legal, you should be fit and healthy and free from anything catching.
I expect you to be Very Clean, Tidy, Discreet and pleasant and Trustworthy... What I do will go no further and I expect the same.
Please check out my Profile and Pics and my Favourites to see what I'm like and what I like.
Contact me for any questions or details..
This is my Profile:-
https://www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/

These are my Favourites:-
https://www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/

Derby UK Lingerie CD Looking for Co ck

I'm looking for Co ck within 20 minutes of Spondon or Ilkeston for ongoing training purposes, I don't expect anything in return,

These are my criteria.........
1. Smooth Shaven Co ck and Sacks
2. Full Co ck Head Showing
3. Prefer 5" or more when hard
4. You must be Willing to wear Tights or Holdups/Stockings ( Which I could supply)

This is for training only, I don't expect you to do anything else at all, ideally you can sit on the edge of the sofa or arm chair with your legs spread, you can read a book or play on your phone or watch TV.... I'm there to gain as much experience at sucking co ck as possible, I will be trying different techniques and will leave No Mess at all... So long as you are happy for me to Swallow.
Hopefully this will be at least 3 times a week hopefully more...
No one needs to know anything so if your married or with someone then that's fine.
Feedback on how I'm doing and how I can improve my extraction would be even better as the faster I get my fill the better I'm doing.
Age and looks are unimportant so long as it's legal, you should be fit and healthy and free from anything catching.
I expect you to be Very Clean, Tidy, Discreet and pleasant and Trustworthy... What I do will go no further and I expect the same.
Please check out my Profile and Pics and my Favourites to see what I'm like and what I like.

Contact me for any questions or details..

This is my Profile:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/">www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/</a>

These are my Favourites:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/">www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/</a>

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In all cases I tend to have a rather get on with it sort of attitude, obviously everyone says hello and introduces themselves but time is prescious so getting down to business asap is just what I'm looking for. We will have got to know each other before by txt email or phone so when I arrive if you can just get comfortable, spread those legs, and let me have your co ck to feed from, it will allow me to be elsewhere or even get a second helping if your up to it....
Look forward to hearing from you soon

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It's been brought to my attention that some people offering there cocks for practice do NOT want to see my doing the task at hand, which Is perfectly understandable... Well other than closing your eyes there are a couple of options as it turns out...
1. Is to sit at a Table with legs spread under the table, then I will be under the table doing my training... Uncomfortable but I don't mind if it helps.
2. If you get on all fours with legs apart I can slide on my back behind you, lower you co ck down untill I can train like this.. this is the Reverse 69....
Hope this helps xx

If you are a CD anyway and fit the above criteria then obviously we can have even more very naughty fun together so long as I get my fill lol xx

My Best Pics and Very Naughty Stories are in my Group Below:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Luv the feel of the cool night air on my tits and the sound of my heels clicking on the tiles!

Click‑click, curtain call, pavement runway — turn the volume up and let these heels do the talking. Red dress swaying, glossy heels tapping a rhythm that turned the pavement into my encore. If confidence had a soundtrack, this is it — loud, proud, and unapologetically dramatic. Turn the volume up and feel every step.

Derby UK Lingerie CD Looking for Co ck

I'm looking for Co ck within 20 minutes of Spondon or Ilkeston for ongoing training purposes, I don't expect anything in return,

These are my criteria.........
1. Smooth Shaven Co ck and Sacks
2. Full Co ck Head Showing
3. Prefer 5" or more when hard
4. You must be Willing to wear Tights or Holdups/Stockings ( Which I could supply)

This is for training only, I don't expect you to do anything else at all, ideally you can sit on the edge of the sofa or arm chair with your legs spread, you can read a book or play on your phone or watch TV.... I'm there to gain as much experience at sucking co ck as possible, I will be trying different techniques and will leave No Mess at all... So long as you are happy for me to Swallow.
Hopefully this will be at least 3 times a week hopefully more...
No one needs to know anything so if your married or with someone then that's fine.
Feedback on how I'm doing and how I can improve my extraction would be even better as the faster I get my fill the better I'm doing.
Age and looks are unimportant so long as it's legal, you should be fit and healthy and free from anything catching.
I expect you to be Very Clean, Tidy, Discreet and pleasant and Trustworthy... What I do will go no further and I expect the same.
Please check out my Profile and Pics and my Favourites to see what I'm like and what I like.

Contact me for any questions or details..

This is my Profile:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/">www.flickr.com/people/11512300@N05/</a>

These are my Favourites:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/">www.flickr.com/photos/11512300@N05/favorites/</a>

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In all cases I tend to have a rather get on with it sort of attitude, obviously everyone says hello and introduces themselves but time is prescious so getting down to business asap is just what I'm looking for. We will have got to know each other before by txt email or phone so when I arrive if you can just get comfortable, spread those legs, and let me have your co ck to feed from, it will allow me to be elsewhere or even get a second helping if your up to it....
Look forward to hearing from you soon

----------------------------------------------------------------
It's been brought to my attention that some people offering there cocks for practice do NOT want to see my doing the task at hand, which Is perfectly understandable... Well other than closing your eyes there are a couple of options as it turns out...
1. Is to sit at a Table with legs spread under the table, then I will be under the table doing my training... Uncomfortable but I don't mind if it helps.
2. If you get on all fours with legs apart I can slide on my back behind you, lower you co ck down untill I can train like this.. this is the Reverse 69....
Hope this helps xx

If you are a CD anyway and fit the above criteria then obviously we can have even more very naughty fun together so long as I get my fill lol xx

My Best Pics and Very Naughty Stories are in my Group Below:-
<a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Love flaunting my ass to be admired, touched, spanked, kissed, licked, fucked. All contact is amazing . Who wants to give me some ass loving

Does anyone else only get the top bit of videos when they click on them? Windoze 10, Firefox browser...

Why do I love Co ck......

This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


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((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Without Filter only Just Normal Click ....

Click

Just A Normal Click

No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.
Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Today's Click In Saree

Just A Normal Click

No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see it me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck

This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


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My fingers tremble, just a faint quiver, as I reach for the foil packet on the nightstand. It’s almost weightless, a promise in silver. I tear it open with deliberate care (the small rip loud in the stillness), and the condom unfurls like liquid mercury. Cool and impossibly thin, it glides down over my already aching ****, sheathing me in a trembling second skin. Safe. Secure. A fragile barrier between me and the avalanche of satin to come. A bead of pre-cum kisses the latex tip; I smile. Patience, little sissy. You’ll have your reward.
The first layer is a whisper-pink satin chemise, so fine it feels wet. I let it slither over my head, down my chest, until the hem brushes mid-thigh. Instantly it warms, clings, releases, and clings again with every breath. My palms chase the fabric, front and back, greedy for the slick heat blooming beneath my touch.
Next, the Black nightgown (double-layered, heavy, devotional). I step into it and draw it upward. The inner lining kisses the chemise, and they sigh together: shhh, shhh, my private lullaby. It falls to my ankles in a perfect liquid column. When I move, both layers ripple, cool against cool, warmer where my body heat pools.
The robe is deep rose, quilted satin outside, and champagne gloss within. Arms slide into sleeves, and the lining floods over my skin like chilled cream poured slow. I cinch the sash, and the world contracts: four surfaces of satin now stroking one another with every heartbeat (chemise on nightgown, nightgown on robe lining, lining on skin). I walk barefoot across the room, and the fabrics answer in overlapping waves: the chemise clings, the nightgown glides, and the robe slithers and sweeps. A private orchestra of frictionless lust.
In the mirror I’m only blush and ivory shimmer, face flushed above an ocean of gloss. I lift my arms; sleeves fall back like slow-motion waterfalls. When they drop, the collapse is a soft, wet thud against my body that I feel in my teeth.
I sink onto the midnight-blue satin duvet and let the robe bloom beneath me. On my back, layers flatten and spread, cool against my shoulder blades, my thighs, and the arches of my feet. I arch (just slightly) and the slide is obscene: satin on satin on satin, endless, merciless.
Knees drawn up, fabric pools thick and warm between my thighs like molten candy. My palms smooth down the front (quilted diamonds, slick columns, clinging chemise, skin), and every layer moves with me, against me, inside me.
Now the first of my headscarves, ballet-slipper pink, three feet of pure satin. Folded triangle wide, draped, pulled beneath my chin, crossed, and knotted tight. It cups my jaw and seals my throat. A second knot sits just under my lower lip like a soft gag. The world muffles instantly.
Second scarf, ivory and heavier. Over the first, tied again triangle wide. Four thicknesses now cradle my head, press my cheeks, and frame my face in a gleaming oval.
Third, a deep rose bandeau wound low, looped twice, and knotted at my nape. My chin is forced gently down; swallowing makes every layer glide against my throat in one slow, liquid swallow of its own.
Then the veils.
Pink chiffon, so sheer it’s barely there, yet it turns every texture beneath into a caress. Ivory voile next, pinned high, floating like breath. Last, pale mint over my face alone, tucked beneath the lowest knot. The room becomes watercolor. Breathing through it is filthy intimacy: the fabric flutters against my lips, tasting faintly of dye and my own heat.
A final white satin ribbon, narrow and merciless. Three coils around my neck over every knot, until only a thick, glossy band remains, pulsing with my heartbeat.
From crown to toe, only satin and chiffon speak. When I turn my head, the scarves whisper, and the veils drift like perfume. Pressure under my chin is constant, loving, and absolute.
One sleeved hand slips beneath the pooled folds at my thighs (satin, satin, satin then the cool, taut drum of latex). The contrast is blinding. I stroke once, slowly. My breath flutters the veil against my lips.
Knees higher. The other hand presses the stacked knots beneath my chin (gentle ownership). I begin: lazy circles that turn greedy. The condom translates every ridge of fabric into bright, liquid fire. Veils drift across my chest with each ragged inhale. Heat blooms, trapped, multiplied, sacred.
Faster. Hips rock. The robe lining slithers against the duvet in one long, wet slide. Scarves tighten as my head sinks deeper into the pillow; the ribbon collar throbs.
Release crashes silent and total. I bite down on nothing but chiffon, a muffled whimper swallowed by layers. Pleasure pours into the latex sheath in thick, obedient pulses, trapped and perfect, echoing through every fold until my whole body is one long satin tremor.
After, I lie glowing. The condom keeps me immaculate (another reverent layer). My chest rises and falls beneath quilted satin and drifting voile; tiny aftershocks ripple like quiet tides.

I never thought a simple late-night scroll on Temu would change how I saw myself in the mirror.

My hands were shaking a little when I clicked "Buy Now" on that dress. The listing was a chaotic poem of keywords: Black Satin Fairy Vintage Sweet Dress Mesh Long Lace... Hollow Out Puff Sleeve Floral... Off Shoulder Fairy Princess Long Satin Mesh Gothic Lady Ruffle. It was everything at once — sweet, dark, romantic, dramatic — and somehow it felt like it had been waiting for me.

I'm sixty-four. Short. Heavy. The kind of body the world politely looks past. For most of my life I kept the part of me that loved beautiful, flowing things locked away in a mental attic. But the older I get, the less patience I have for hiding.

The package arrived on a grey Tuesday afternoon. I signed for it quickly, heart thumping like a teenager sneaking something forbidden. I carried the brown box upstairs like it contained state secrets, locked the bedroom door, and tore into it.

Inside lay folds of deep black satin that caught the lamplight like liquid night. Delicate mesh panels shimmered with tiny floral embroidery. The puff sleeves were ridiculously romantic — exaggerated, dreamy, almost cartoonishly glamorous. Lace spilled from every edge. The off-shoulder neckline promised to bare collarbones I usually keep hidden under sensible jumpers.

I stripped down, stood in front of the full-length mirror in just my underwear, and stepped into the dress.

The satin whispered against my legs as I pulled it up. It was surprisingly forgiving — stretchy in the right places, structured in others. I wriggled my arms through those massive puff sleeves; they ballooned around my upper arms like dark fairy wings. I tugged the bodice into place, smoothed the ruffled layers over my stomach, and finally reached back to zip it (with some creative contortions and a coat hanger as backup).

Then I looked up.

And I stopped breathing for a second.

The woman — no, the creature — staring back wasn't sixty-four. She wasn't short and soft and ordinary. She was a midnight fairy queen who had wandered out of some gothic storybook and decided to be indulgent today. The black satin hugged and draped in ways that turned every curve into intention. The hollow-out lace panels teased just enough skin to feel dangerous. Those enormous puff sleeves framed me like I belonged on a velvet throne instead of a suburban bedroom carpet.

I turned sideways. The long skirt flared dramatically, the mesh overlay catching light like spiderwebs covered in frost. I twirled — actually twirled — and watched the layers float outward in perfect slow motion, the ruffles whispering secrets to each other.

For once, the mirror wasn't my enemy. It was showing me something true.

I hadn't planned to go anywhere. But suddenly I needed to feel this outside these four walls.

I threw on a long black coat (practicality dies hard), slipped my feet into the only pair of low heels I own that almost match, draped a soft scarf over my wig to hide the fact I hadn't styled it yet, and stepped out into the January dusk.

The cold air hit my bare shoulders like a slap and a caress at the same time. I walked to the end of the street and back — only fifteen minutes — but every step felt like gliding. The satin moved against my thighs. The sleeves swayed. A neighbour's security light caught me as I passed; for a heartbeat I was illuminated, black lace and floral shadows glowing against the night.

No one stopped me. No one shouted. A dog walker nodded politely like I was simply another eccentric on an evening stroll.

When I got home, I locked the door, dropped the coat on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror again — this time under brighter light, no scarf, no hiding.

Here’s the thing about that dress: it doesn’t care that I’m sixty-four, or that I carry extra weight, or that my hands are rough from decades of practical work. It simply drapes itself over me and says, You are allowed to be this glamorous. You are allowed to be this much.

I smiled at my reflection — a real smile, not the careful half-one I usually wear.

Then I whispered to the woman in the mirror, the one who finally looked like she belonged in a fairy tale:

"Thank you for coming out to play, love. We’re keeping the dress."

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dimly lit bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. At 64 years old, my body had softened over the years—my ample belly and wide hips a testament to a life of indulgence, now embraced in my secret world as a sissy crossdresser. Layers of shimmering satin enveloped me like a cocoon, not restraining but caressing every curve. A voluminous satin nightgown draped over my frame, its glossy fabric pooling around my thighs, while beneath it, satin panties hugged my skin, and a satin slip added another silky barrier. I felt shrouded, encased in luxury, every movement sending whispers of fabric against fabric.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the condom on the nightstand. I tore open the packet with care, the latex unfurling smoothly. Sliding it over my hardening arousal, I savored the initial cool tightness, a prelude to the symphony of sensations to come. It fit snugly, ready to capture the climax of this intimate ritual.
Now, I turned my attention to the fabrics that called to me. My fingers glided over the satin nightgown, tracing the smooth, slippery surface that clung to my obese form. The material shifted with each breath, rubbing against my skin in waves of electric silkiness. I ran my hands down my sides, feeling the layers bunch and slide, the overwhelming sensuality building as the satin whispered promises of ecstasy. My belly, soft and round, pressed against the inner layers, amplifying the friction—cool satin warming to my body heat, turning into a second skin that teased every nerve.
I moved to the dresser, where my collection of headscarves awaited. First, I selected an oversized satin one in deep crimson, draping it over my head like a veil of night. It cascaded down my back and shoulders, the edges brushing my neck. I tied it firmly under my chin, the knot secure but gentle, then looped the excess around my neck in a loose bow, adding another layer of encasement that framed my face in glossy folds. The satin pressed softly against my cheeks, its texture so smooth it felt like liquid silk pouring over me.
Not satisfied, I layered another—emerald green, even larger, overlapping the first. I repeated the process: over the head, tied under the chin with a double knot for that extra hug of fabric, then wrapped around my neck in elegant loops that nestled against my throat. The combined weight was delicious, the satins rustling together with every turn of my head, sending shivers down my spine. A third layer followed, ivory white and billowing, tied and looped in the same manner, now creating a multi-hued shroud that muffled the world outside, focusing all sensation inward.
To complete the encasement, I added the sheer voile chiffon veils. These were lighter, almost ethereal, like mist. I pulled the first one over my head as a hood, its transparent layers fluttering down to my shoulders, veiling my vision in a hazy dreamscape. The chiffon whispered against the satin scarves beneath, a delicate contrast to their heavier gloss—airy and teasing, brushing my lips and eyelids with feather-light touches. I added a second chiffon veil, then a third, each one encasing my head further, the sheer fabric layering into a translucent barrier that heightened every breath, every subtle movement.
Encased now from head to toe, I lay back on the bed, the satin sheets beneath me adding to the chorus. My hands explored freely: sliding under the nightgown to feel the panties' slick embrace, then up to my chest where the slip's fabric bunched against my skin. The sensations overwhelmed me—the cool slide of satin on satin, the warmth building where layers met my body's curves, the chiffon veils shifting like a gentle breeze across my face. My arousal throbbed within the condom, begging for attention.
I gave in, my hand wrapping around myself through the thin latex. The strokes were slow at first, savoring how the satin panties amplified each motion, the fabrics around me rustling in rhythm. The headscarves tugged slightly with my movements, their knots and loops a constant reminder of my shrouded state. Faster now, the sensations cresting—silky textures merging into a tidal wave of pleasure. With a muffled gasp beneath the veils, I released, filling the condom in blissful waves, my body quivering in the satin embrace until I lay spent, utterly satisfied in my encasement.

My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road Continued... (Part II) (To see the beginning, Part I, visit my page and scroll down):
The bra came next.

I hesitated for half a second—long enough for the moment to stretch—then let it slide off. Cool air kissed my skin. His breath caught audibly. He didn’t touch me yet. He didn’t need to.

Click.
Click.

I could feel my body responding to the attention, to the knowledge that this version of me was being captured, saved, proof that Chrissy existed. That I wasn’t just a thought or a secret ritual in front of a mirror.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and I believed him.

When the last of the fabric was gone, I stood there fully exposed under the red glow, arms crossed loosely at first, then letting them fall to my sides. Vulnerability pulsed through me—electric, frightening, intoxicating. I felt open, claimed by the moment, by the lens, by his gaze.

He stepped closer then. Close enough that I could feel his heat without being touched. One hand lifted my chin, not roughly, just enough to make me meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he said. “Not the camera.”

I did.

The photos continued, slower now, more deliberate. Less about documenting and more about possession. When he finally set the phone down, my skin felt hypersensitive, like every nerve had been tuned too high.

When he guided me back onto the bunk, the vinyl was cold at first, then quickly warmed beneath me. I lay there open to him, knees drawn up, posture unmistakable, my body arranged in a way that made refusal impossible—but refusal wasn’t what I felt.

What I felt was permission being taken.

The cab groaned softly as he leaned over me, blocking out the low red light, blocking out the rest of the world. His hands settled at my hips and stayed there—anchoring me, claiming the space where my choices narrowed into a single direction. He didn’t hurry. He waited. Long enough that the waiting itself became its own kind of pressure.

My breath went shallow. My body answered before my mind could intervene.

When he finally moved, the sensation was overwhelming—not sharp, not violent, but consuming. The kind of closeness that demands you make room for it, that insists you soften or break. I felt myself give way in small increments, each one deliberate, each one erasing a little more distance between who I pretend to be and what I was becoming in that moment. He plowed my asspussy over and over....in and out...in and out...in..in...getting deeper each time.

He watched my face closely, as if he needed to see exactly where I disappeared. Every sound I made seemed to encourage him, draw him deeper into his own control. I clutched the bedding, holding on to something solid as my thoughts scattered, replaced by a single, relentless awareness of being used with purpose.

“Relax,” he said quietly, almost kindly. “I’ve got you.”

And I surrendered.

Not just my body—my resistance. I let the tension drain out of me and allowed the sensation to take over completely. There was a point where I stopped tracking time, stopped measuring what I was giving and what I was losing. My body responded on its own terms, breaking open in waves that left me shaking, emptied of pretense.

I heard him make a sound above me—rough, unfiltered—and knew I’d been brought exactly where he wanted me. I knew he came, he ejaculated, he sprayed his man juice, his sperm, his DNA deep inside me. I could feel it, the warm, sticky liquid clinging to my insides.

Afterward, when he pulled me up toward him again, there was no gentleness in the request—just expectation. I recognized it instantly. My knees braced against the seat, my hands guided into place, my mouth following where my thoughts no longer led. I focused on the task, on being useful, on doing it right. There was comfort in that narrow focus. Safety, even. More to cum....

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Note: While this drive was real, the story is fictional. This is my fantasy. Will it become true one day? I hope so. And maybe I'll run into you at a truck stop? Kisses!
-Chrissy

My First Experience as a Truck Stop Wh-re or Chrissy — A Night on the Road

I’m not out. Not really.

Not to my family. Not to the world. Maybe not even fully to myself.

By daylight I pass as what people expect: a tall, thin man in his forties, dark hair, dark eyes, quiet, unremarkable. But underneath—always underneath—I carry Chrissy. Smooth skin hidden under denim. Lace and silk where no one is supposed to look. A secret pressed close to my body, warm and constant.

I don’t know yet if Chrissy is a role, a mask, or my truest self. I just know I’m not ready to live her openly.

The drive from San Diego to Prescott was long and lonely, the kind of drive where your thoughts stretch out across the desert like the road itself. I left late—too late, really—and by the time I pulled into the truck stop it was just after four in the morning. Christmas was only days away. The air was cold. The place was nearly silent.

Except for the trucks.

Rows and rows of them, idling and dark, their drivers asleep inside. A whole hidden world resting while the rest of America slept.

Inside, fluorescent lights buzzed. I bought coffee I didn’t really want and a hot dog I didn’t really taste. That’s when I felt it—that familiar sensation on the back of my neck. Being seen.

He was older. Weathered. The kind of man whose life is measured in miles and nights like this. His eyes lingered too long. Not crude—curious. Knowing.

When I stepped back outside, he followed—but not aggressively. He spoke softly, close enough that his voice stayed between us.

“Chrissy,” he said, like it was a question and an answer at the same time.

My heart kicked hard in my chest. Fear and thrill braided together.

We talked. Quietly. Honestly. About boundaries. About money. About what I was—and wasn’t—willing to do. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. When I followed him to his truck, it was because I chose to.

Inside, the cab was dim, warm, insulated from the world. I shed my outer layers slowly, deliberately, revealing what I’d hidden all night. His attention wasn’t violent—it was reverent. Hungry, yes, but controlled. I felt myself settle into Chrissy fully, like slipping into a familiar skin.

What happened between us stayed there, contained within the cab and the dark and the hum of the engine. Time stretched and blurred. I was present in my body in a way I rarely allow myself to be.

When it ended, I didn’t feel used.

I felt… seen.

He paid me without haggling. Then something unexpected happened: he didn’t boast, didn’t leer. He simply told a few others—men like him, tired men, lonely men—who understood discretion.

I made my own choices again. And again.

Not a dozen. Not chaos. Just a handful of quiet encounters, spaced out across the early hours of the morning. Each one brief. Each one negotiated. Each one leaving me with cash folded neatly into my purse and a strange, steady calm settling in my chest.

By sunrise, I was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Chrissy had been fully awake all night. And she was tired.

Under the Dashboard Lights

The cab door closed behind me, sealing us into a private world of low light and humming machinery. The dashboard cast everything in a muted red glow, like we were suspended inside a heartbeat. I could feel it then—how small the space was, how large he felt in it, how nowhere I could go made everything sharper.

He reached for his phone almost casually.

“Stand right there,” he said.

I obeyed.

My hands shook just slightly as I slipped off my jacket, then my shirt. I could feel his eyes tracking every inch of me, lingering, memorizing. When I was left in my bra and panties—the ones I’d chosen carefully before the trip, just in case—I felt a rush of heat flood my chest and face.

The phone came up.

A soft click.

Then another.

He moved slowly, circling me, telling me to turn, to arch my back, to lift my chin. Each instruction felt like a pull downward, stripping away the version of myself that hides. I wasn’t performing anymore. I was presenting myself. Offering. More to cum....

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