As usual, I like to write here when I’m in the mood. That is, fully crossdressed and feeling like miss me. Over the years though, (and it has been quite a lot of years writing here) I’ve gone from slipping on some pantyhose and maybe lingerie to full-on shaving, makeup, wig, perfume and paying attention to those little details to transform myself into a more feminine persona. Oh yeah, and a spray of Chanel No. 5 really does help with that.
I know I’ve dived into this before but the more I’m transformed into a woman and see more of a woman in the mirror, I can’t help but to convince myself I just might actually pass for one. It’s definitely a feeling of empowerment and, not to mention, quite a high that I get off of. I don’t know, I would say kind of like an adrenaline rush I’m having even though I’m not out in public strutting my stuff if you know what I mean.
Of course all of this makes me incredibly horny yet in a way that truly distinct from my usual male self. It is just something about smelling that perfume or noticing that flavor from my lipstick or even noticing that warm silky feel of the pantyhose draping my legs. Or is it the wine? It is as if it is an experience of being the woman who has the feeling of being turned which, in itself, I can say is truly a pleasure I crave.
Then it’s moments like these that I occasionally break out the Fleshlight (with that little thing so I can mount it on my refrigerador) and desire to be rammed in the backdoor, ironically, while standing in my heels and thrusting into my little toy. I have sort of man-boobs, too, so I also like to pull down my bra and push them together wishing a cock would squeeze right between and come right in the middle there. Oh, and then I like to give a soft rub on my nipples which gives me mini-orgasms. You can say my masturbation has evolved over the years.