ANAL SEX ANYONE ?
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Posted:Jul 7, 2006 11:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2006 10:26 am
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What I wanna know is what is your best position, or experiance of anal sex ?
THE MYTH: bend over and fuck my ass
THE TRUTH: bent over hurts a bit, lying down, with legs in the air...THE BEST SENSATION IN THE WORLD !!!!
But thats just me - what about you guys and girls ?
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WOW ! - sex with a nice man
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Posted:Jul 7, 2006 11:17 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2006 10:26 am
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It just feels so great to [popst this blog. I have had sex with few men, three I think; and one of them does not count as he was so rubbish it was an anticlimax. But this guy, WOW. he knew how to treat me and boy did he treat me good.
I met him through a faithfull old friend, the internet and invited him round to mine. The whole afternoon waiting for him was filled with trepidation and nerves, but it should not have been. When we met we got along really well and he weas such a nice chap he put me so at ease. He had said that he loved the idea of me dressing up for him, so, not to dissapoint, I did. my knickers were so wet and hot under my little pleated skirt, knee high botts, black stockings and suspenders, bra, camisole and white blouse. I was expecting to be a bit of a nervous wreak when it came to the crunch, but was totally the opposite. In fact I led the way at the begining, making him quite horny in the process i think. I asked him if he liked me dress up and he said he did. So I gave him a bit of a twirl and a little dance and then moved over to him. He greeted me with passionate kisses and moved in close to my bobdy. He smelt nice and was very fit as well, was he too good to be true,...NO ! As my lips slipped down his front to his zip I could fell myself begining to want to explode inside, I had never felt so good and so femaine. I pulled his zip down and was greweted by a nice sized cock, all upright and waiting to play !
He tasted nice as well !
Most men at this point are a let down, they are either:
A Fish Finger packer (smelly)
A Lemon sole (smelly and slimy - the worst)
A twig (need I say more !)
A whole tree (large is good to look at, but painfull)
A head grabber (if you want me to be sick themn thrust it in there, if you don't then dont !)
Or Gone in 60 seconds (Nicolas Cage is hot, men that shoot at the drop of a hat are not)
But this guy (lets call him 'Purley queen') was none of the above. he was nice to the taste, a nice size and enjoyed a long lingering, teasing, caressing touch. I was down there of quite a long time, when he puuled me off and sat me down on my bed. He then knelt between my legs and slowly glided his hands up my skirt, stroking my thighs and reaching forward to kiss me. Now this was very sex, only one man i have been with has give me thye feelings i was now getting. The waves of passion rollijng over me were uncontrolable, I was so loving this.
I don't usually like men sucking me off, but he seemed to be so gentle that it was a shame to stop him. His mouth massaged me for a long time, almost making me come. I did so want him to fuck me and in the end told him so.
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(the next few moments are the bit that porn movies miss - condom comes out - ass is greased - condon struggles to go on - things go limp - sucking is required - first attempt is aborted - more sucking - second attempt is nearly there - more sucking - third attemp - BINGO !)
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He lifted my legs high into the air and entered me so gentley, it felt soooo nice. he then spoke to me softly, reassured me and then started to slowly thrust deeper and deeper. I WAS BEING FUCKED ! it flet like losing my cherry all over again, but this time the romantasised way. i flet like screaming in extacy, I hugged him close annd he kissed me deeply. I grabbed hold of his back and pushed him in closer, let him sway back and foward deep into me. I can honestly say i don't know how long he was fucking me for, but a whole day would not have been enough. i wanted more and more and was slightly disapointed when he came. Not that i didn't enjoy it, i just wanted so much more of it.
When he came I was left in a heep on the bed, while he cleaned himself up. After some small talk he left and now my only regret is I didn't get his number ! I would love to meet him again and maybe make a regular thing of it. As i said it is so harde meeting good men and he was a bit special.
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Pettiecoats and Pectorals - pt:3 - ACID HOUSE
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Posted:Jul 3, 2006 9:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2006 11:25 am
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I had left this story of my life (Pettiecoats and Pectorals - pt's 1 & 2) in the middle of my awkward teens. I had met with and had sexual contact with other men and also had the same with girls. During the years sixteen to eighteen I had looked back with enjoyment and wonder at my time with both sexes, but I always felt more turned on by the thought of being with a man and especially with a man who would treat me like a girl. I wanted that feeling of unease that came with thinking about men and the more intense feelings that came when I dressed up. But i was now 18 and had to lose my cherry, it was to come and at the time it felt great.
It was after a drunken night and day that I found myself in the arms of a fellow student and FEMALE worker 'Irish girl' She was not especially good looking, but had a great body and more importantly she wanted me ! After far too many Irish coffees (I think it was St Patricks day) I was taken back to hers, where she took me into the bed room and started to kiss me. I could feel myself bursting inside and very soon after was busting inside her ! That was about it, short sharpe and to the point.
For the next few years I found something else in my life, drugs. It was a period I look back and wonder why I did it, but I did. Do I have any regrets, of cause I do. Did enjoy it, YES ! But don't get me wrong, I would NEVER advocate it. It didn't ruin my life, but ruined so many others around me. I lost 2 friends to drugs and some are still suffering now, 15 years later.
The late 80's were a time of great rebellion in this country (the UK) Maggie Thatcher and her government were hated more than ever. The government and the Police seemed to be out of control, and very much out of touch, and a new generation wanted to party hard to the vibrant music scene that was coming out of the UK, Belgium (?) and America. Acid House had hit the streets, the UK were producing bands like Happy Mondays, Stone Roses, Prodigy and lots simular and America was chipping in with the whole sub pop thing with Nirvana et all and Janes Addiction, the Pixies, Mudhoney, Red Hot Chillie Peppers and many more. Everyone seemed to want to party hard, talk revolution and take drugs. Acid and Extacy hit the UK hard. In Manchester and London the dance scene was awash with people either hugging you or crying with laughter. Illegal raves were everywhere and the police struggled to cope with this and the riots against the poll tax. My drug of choice was acid, speed and hash and my politics were of watching more than participating.
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The drugs and politics were just a small thing really, music was the key. In my lifetime never has such a wide and varied scene hit in such a short space of time. Between 1987 and 1992 music seemed to pull up new bands, sounds and scenes every day. I saw Nirvana, Janes Addiiction, Happy Mondays, Red Hot Chillies and many more alike, plus at weekends I would stand in a field, arms in the air dancing like a wild banshee to bleeps and whistles !
So as you can guess sex seemed to take a back step. Maybe this is the difference between this, self preclaimed, 'second summer of love' and the first summer of love - everyone was hugging, yes, but only beacuse of the extacy, nothing to do with sex. Personally this was a very barren period for me, I had the odd fumble, but nothing else. And my love of dressing up ?...gone. I didn't want to, apart from the odd saucy and knowing grin men and me parted company for many years. It was only many years later that my real sexual urges came back. And bloddy hell did they come back !!!!
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MEETING A MAN !
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Posted:Jul 3, 2006 9:02 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 7:42 pm
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LATER ON I HAVE ANOTHER MEETING WITH A MAN, WISH ME LUCK !
I don't know what i am going to wear, I'm have a bit of a wardrobe crisis ! He wnats me to wear something sexy and short...I'm thinking little pleated skirt and boots !
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sexy lacy panties
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Posted:Jul 3, 2006 8:53 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 7:42 pm
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Now we are talking, they HAVE to be my favourite. Not only do they look great on, but they FEEL great as well. I have my favourite clothing and some are nicer, some just naughty. But the good ol black panties are always the best. They seem to fit so smug, but not catch the parts that need air. They feel femanine and look great on my ass. Also they do not give me VPL, so can be warn underr my work clothes.
If it was an election they'd get my vote. Any comments anyone ?
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Pettiecoats and Pectorals - pt:2
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Posted:Jun 30, 2006 10:54 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 7:42 pm
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By the time I was halfway through my teenage years I had started to realise that this 'phase' I was going through was not going to go away.
I was only 16 but I realised that I was a crossdresser, I just liked dressing up too much for me not to be. But what was interesting me now was why was I starting to get attratcted to man as well as girls. The girl who I had my first sexual experiance with had come back for more, this time leaving me again for another mate (she really knew how to crush a guy). The relationship lasted much longer this time, 3 weeks ! I even put my hand up her skirt.
But at the same time I was becoming more aware of my femanie side, I loved wearing pettiecoats and silk and adored window shopping. I would spend hours wondering what it would be like to have the time and freedom (and money) to shop until I dropped, buying: skirts, dresses, knickers, knickers, knickers, bras, stockings and the old fav pettiecoats
I was 16 and an athlete, a sprinter, and I had just finished training at the national sports staduim in London. I used to train three days a week and this day I had been training in the morning and was at the station, waiting to go home. Sitting on the station in my tracksuit top, tight and high cut blue running shorts, pop socks and trainers (this was the 80's). I was drying my hair with a towel, having had a shower just before I left training. While drying my hair I could see a man looking at me and I was sure he was checking me out. He was sitting just down the station from me, looked quite fit and was about 30ish. I felt flattered and slightly turned on by the thought of another man looking at me. I noticed men look at me before and had enjoyed it. Also (as explained in my blog before) I previously had some sexual contact with men. But this was different, I was slightly older and was more sexually aware of my body. I thought it was my looks that were turning him on and felt good about that, a shimmer of pride went through me. This was until I noticed what he was looking at ! I tried not to look at him, but caught his gaze once and followed it down from my face, over my chest, down past my tummy and ! That was when I noticed I had my legs slightly apart and my high cut athletic shorts were not leaving much to the imagination !
Trying desperately to suppress an embaressed smile, I turned and walked away, into the waiting room, but foolishly I looked back behind me, smiling at him as I went. Why did I do that ? I was alone in the changing romm cursing myself at my stupidity, why did I smile at him ? I felt annoyed with myself, but still turned on. that was it, i realised that i was getting more and more turned on at the thought of him looking at me. I sat there wondering if...then he came in. I was frozen to the spot, scared and nervous, he had followed me and I had kinda given him the excuse. Nervously I smiled at him as he came in, smiling back he walked past and sat down, his gaze never leaving me. I crossed my legs and looked away shy and timid, looking anyware but at him. I could see his eyes baring down on me again, down my neck, onto my chest and down onto my waist, ligering between my legs and slowly moving up and down my thighs. I felt him undress me, touch me, his hands slowly moving over me. His eyes were his fingers, slowly pushing back the elastic of my shorts and slipping inside. They were touching me and caressing me, my whole body felt on fire, urging him to rip my top off and bury himself in my chest, freeing my erect nipples with his lips. I was fighting the temptation to respond, I so wanted to look back at him, check him out, undress him. I couldn't, I was younger than him, I was still innocent, still a virgin. More importantly I was a boy ! My feeling for girls had not been explored, let alone men.
I felt my groin starting to respond, it felt like it was on fire and it was getting a bit wet !!! Oh god, I felt so good and my inner thoughts were giving me away, I so wanted to fight this, but i was giving in. I turned round to face him. Leaning back I rested my head against the wall, half closing my eyes and opening my legs. My penis was now getting larger, I could feel the fabric of my shorts strain and the air whispering against my manhood as the gaps between the fabric and my thighs started to widen. He was getting more excited and was touching himself, I wanted to touch myself but couldn't I was frozen with fear. I imagined him next to me, his hand drifting up my thigh, under my shorts, touching me again, releasing me. I sat there looking at him through my half closed eyes, wanting to explore my body, me laying back and letting him. I did want him to, so wanted him to. I HAD TO
I got up looked at him and walked perposefully into the toilets.
Has he followed me ? did he come in ? who's that walking in ? I sat in the cubicle thinking. I did so want to see what would happen, what he would feel like. Would I touch him, would he touch me, I did so want him to. I had parted my legs and I was touching myself through my shorts...suddenly the door of the cubicle started to open and he was standing here watching me and I was caught, playing with myself in his gaze. I looked up at him and my eyes gave away my pain,. I could be taken at any time, I was putty in his hands.
But.....
I came, I came straight away, I trembled as I wet my shorts, closing my eyes and thrusting back my head at the shear release, my body trembled and I went limp. He wasn't upset, he wasn't angry, he just blew me a kiss and closed the cubicle door, leaving me to clean myself up.
That was my last real gay experiance until another 15 years later, when finally I was able to go with a man. It was a long wait, but I still had my petticoats and pectorals to dream about.
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Pettiecoats and Pectorals - touched for the very first time !
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Posted:Jun 30, 2006 10:36 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2006 10:47 am
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By the time I had got to my teenage years i was starting to dress up more and more. Finding different excuses to go to bed at night. My bedroom had become a haven that i sometimes longed to be in, under the sheets, in a nice lacy peticoat. But i had never thought about sex in that way, i was like any other boy, I wanted sex with a girl.
It was when I was 14 that I had my first sexual experiances. Within weeks I had my first experiances with and girl and a man !.
A Girl !
The girl was a girlfriend, a long relationship that lasted all of 3 days ! (until she went off with my mate). She was sexy, busty (biggest in the school year I'll have you know) and was the girl that all the boys wanted. I was a cute, inocent 14 year old, who was quite athletic and well built for his age. But I was more used to my right hand than to girls ! She was a naughty temptres who led me astray ! Those three days were great, I remember kissing her for the first time, touching my first booby, gettin naked under the sheets with her, and her mate ! and generally having a very naughty time. Nothing too sexual just a little bit of touching. She cheated on me on the third day, I was heart broken, the world was about to end, life could never be the same again and I was depressed,....for at least two hours !
A Man ?
A couple of weeks later I was playing football down the park and went to walk home after the game (which we lost I think - gutted, two tragic events in two weeks. First I lose a girl then football, life surely was about to end !).
A man came up and we started chatting. we were talking for a while and gradually the conversation came round to my experiancces with the girl 2 weeks before. I felt a bit odd as I started to feel a bit horny, now I didn't expect that (most 14 y old boys feel horny 24 / 7 but...). I felt he could feel that and he asked if I would ever go with boys ?, did I like boys ? I didn't know what to say and was even more speachless when he put his hands on me. I liked it. He moved behind me a put his hands up my top and then round to my front and then down my shorts. I just sat there and let him do it. I wasn't scared and I didn't feel it was wrong, I seemed to like it just as much, maybe more than, girls touching me. I started to think, that if I was a girl and was being touched by a man ? I now started to like his touch even more and even raised my hips so he could get closer. I started to get erect and then guilt hit me, why should I like this ? I stopped him straight away.
That was it really we said our goodbyes and then we both parted, he (obviously) very happy, me slightly worried why I liked a man touching me. Later in my bedroom I cried, not because of the experiance, but because I seemd to be getting more and more to like the thought of it. BUT...and this is a biggy, I wanted him to touch me while I was wearing a dress...now that IS fucked up...isn't it ?
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New beginings
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Posted:Jun 28, 2006 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2006 11:27 am
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I was orginally naughi on this website. but naughi is no more. Now I have come clean and have expressed my delight in being what I am, a crossdressing male !
Yipee !
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How did it all start ?
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Posted:Jun 28, 2006 12:15 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 7:42 pm
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How did it start ?
Age:10
I suppose it has to be when I first tried on a skirt. I just wonderd what it would be like.
It was one of my mums skirts a gypsy style (boho)skirt that gatherd into an wide band at the top. It would be quite it fashion now ! The feeling was hard to explain. Firstly it was the touch and feel of it. It felt liberating, strange, wonderful and girlie I suppose. It felt just like I thought it would (girlie) but more. I loved the way the cloth floated off me and how I felt, well, girlie.
Two weeks later I tried on a silk slip and loved it. It felt nice against my skin, cool but warm and comforting at the same time. Over a period of a couple of years I moved onto dresses, night dresses and bras,knickers, cami's, suspender belts 9couldn't find the stockings !?!) and tights. I really liked dressing up like a girl, but didn't have any feeling for men or boys (or girls even) I just liked waring girls clothes.
It is difficult to explain, it is a sexual thing, but a sensual thing as well. At 10-12 years old how the hell am I going to explain that ? All I can say is it felt nice !
By the time I was 14 I knew already that I liked my little secret and was now staying up late in my room, trying on different skirts and dresses(the boho still being my favourite) and playing with myself. At that age I just wanted to see a girl naked, maybe touch, kiss or go with a girl. But I also liked feeling like a girl. Also, in the back of my mind, maybe feel like a girl being touched by a man (not a boy, I never felt anything for my mates or boys my age).
It wasn't too long until I was to find out what both felt like !
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