She called me a faggot, and I loved it
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Posted:Jan 6, 2018 5:56 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2018 12:08 pm
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She called me a faggot, and since I had her cock in my mouth at the time it would have been pretty difficult to argue with her. But more than that was the feeling I had when she called me her tranny cocksucking faggot. it was a feeling of happiness, a sense that I now knew my true self. I was finally able to accept what I was. At that moment there ws no place in the world that I would have rather been than right therewith her hands on my head and her cock in my mouth. That moment unleashed a torrent of feelings deep inside of me and they were all good.
A few months later I was at a club in Manhattan that sadly, no longer exists, Edelweiss, There I was surrounded by trans girls of all shapes and sizes. I started speaking to a Latina trans girl named Tara and she asked me why I was there. I told her that I was there to become more of a full member of the trans community explaining how I had felt with that other girl earlier. She then asked me if I was sure of my feelings, that I was not just looking for a cheap thrill. I told her that I was fairly certain. She smiled, leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips while placing my hand on her growing bulge. You understand, she said, that you are kissing someone who was born a male, I nodded and kissed her again, more passionately than before. She stood up, took me by the hand and led me to the door of the club. I followed her to a large open air parking lot across the street where she again kissed me, this time grabbing my ass at the same time. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours but was only a minute or two. Then she put her hands on my shoulders on coaxed me down on my knees.
You can easily guess what happened in the next hour or so but that is not what is, and was, important to me. What was important was that in that night, I could feel more restraints being released on my true nature. With every act that night, with every moment, I felt more free, more relieved, and far more honest with myself. Since that night, I have never had sex with a genetic girl. O h, I tried om occasion but I could not make it happen, my heart wasn't in it.
Yet, all these years later, I still have not been able to be honest with the other people in my life. Fear, bordering on terror still controls me, it is the last restraint, the last thing holding me back from openly declaring myself. This blog is, in large part, my attempt to start the process of eliminating that last restraint.
Thank You for reading this
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Taking the Next Step
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Posted:Dec 1, 2017 12:49 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2018 4:30 am
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I remember it like it was yesterday which it most definitely was not. I had to drive up to Albany, NY to take care of some paperwork. On the way up, I stopped at an Ames, a discount department store that closed many years ago. While walking to the men's room, I passed the 'intimates' section. I was strongly attracted to the panties for sale there. Instantly, my breathing increased in rate and I began to get weak in the knees. I picked out a pair of white panties with a little bit of lace trim, paid for them and took them into the men's room where I put them on. They were probably a size too small for me but at that point, I did not care. Driving up the NYS Thruway wearing my white panties was an exhilarating experience. I have never stopped wearing panties for any length of time ever again. My current collection numbers about 50 t0 60 pairs, plus bras, bustiers, corsets, blouses, skirts and dresses. I suspect that I have more lingerie than I have male clothes and I love it all
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A New Life
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Posted:Oct 7, 2017 5:34 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 4:6 am
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I have recently developed the need to put down, in words, the journey that has taken me to the place I currently find myself, a cross dressing submissive who is addicted to performing sex acts as though I were a woman. So, as this seems to be the most logical place for me to do so I have decided to tell my story here. I will start with my very first physical encounter with another man. I apologize in advance for the length of this post, and most likely any posts that follow and I apologize to anyone who might be offended by the subject matter included here.
My Introduction.
This all started for me a long time ago. I was in graduate school in upstate NY and was quite naive when it came to m2m sex. I knew that I had some interest in gay sex but had done nothing more than jerk off in bathroom stalls reading the messages on the walls. One night near the middle of the semester, one of the students, a local guy, took about 3 or 4 of us on a tour of the local sex establishments, strip clubs and ABS. After two or three stops, we came to an Adult Book Store and we each went to a separate booth to watch some straight videos. I noticed that there was a hole cut into the side wall of the booth I was in. As I said, I was quite naive, so I had no idea what the hole was for so I asked the guy acting as our tour guide why there was that hole in the booth. He just laughed and explained the whole idea of gloryholes. He said it with such obvious disgust that I dropped the subject quickly, acting just as dismissively as he did. Back in the dorm, I was unable to sleep thinking about that gloryhole.
The next day I went to class and then to the school library to get some work done but I could not concentrate on my studies at all as my mind was completely preoccupied with what I had seen last night. Unable to accomplish much of anything, I got into my car and drove the 10 miles to the nearest ABS. Inside there were about 15 booths showing 8mm films (I told you it was a long time ago). I chose a booth that had 1 straight film and one gay film. At the time there were two lights on the outside of the booth which indicated which of the two films you were watching. Being nervous about the whole process, I put on the straight film and sat back and watched. In a minute the door to the booth next to me opened and someone entered. Through the hole I could see the light flickering from the movie he was watching. I relaxed a little but then I saw his finger come through the hole. I froze! The finger wiggled around a bit and I am pretty sure I stopped breathing. The finger soon withdrew from the hole and I slowly started breathing again. Then, a semi-erect cock slid through the opening. Other than my own, this was the first cock I had ever seen up close. Its effect was instantaneous, as if by some magnetic force my hand was drawn to the cock and I put my hand on it. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. As I slowly slid my hand along the shaft, it started to grow. It was magical. I bent over to get a closer look and before I was even aware of what was happening, my lips touched the tip of his cock. A heavenly sensation overwhelmed me and I was soon taking more and more of that cock into my mouth.
As I slowly sucked his cock deeper into my mouth I was unaware of any control I had over my own body. This was everything I was looking for in a physical encounter and I was loving it. Then he pulled out of my mouth and again stuck his finger through the hole but I was not interested in getting head, only giving it. After a few seconds the finger again retreated only to be replaced by his cock. The entire process repeated itself two more times. At that point I guess that he was not getting what he wanted so he left. I quickly got up and left the store, breathing very heavily the whole time. Drove away but did not get far before I turned around and went back. Still breathing heavily I entered a booth on the opposite side of the store next to a booth that was already occupied. This time, I put on the gay film and stared at the glory hole. In seconds, a long curving cock came through the hole. I was on my knees in a flash and took this new cock into my mouth. This felt even better than the first one and I sucked that cock for what seemed like hours though it was probably only a minute or two, when he pulled out and started cumming all over the floor of his booth. I was completely hooked and sat back to catch my breath. I was getting ready to leave when the door opened again and another man entered that booth. I watched through the hole as he lowered his pants and displayed a beautiful and growing cock. I motioned to him and he fed me his cock which I sucked for all I was worth. Again, he pulled out to cum but not before I felt a couple of drops hit my mouth. I licked my lips and I liked it. Two hours in and I am a complete and dedicated cock sucker. As I left the store with my legs shaking, I knew that I would be back, often, and trust me I was.
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