In most every relationship I've found myself in I've been the bottom, serving someone superior to me, a total omega. Adding to all this my conflicted ...exuality in feeling feminine yet trapped in a horrid male body. I've always seen fit to stay in shape as I've figured if I must make do with this male exterior I might as well treat it well and make it over how I see fit. My attraction to femininity lead me to cross dressing early on in life which like my submissive nature has continued to grow. One of those ones where you work all day and feel like you got nothing accomplished but you know you did because you had a lot to do. And people are so taxing that it takes all the patience and energy you possess to maintain your composure and not blow them up. So I get home, go to the gym, shower and have a glass of red wine to help unwind but what I really need is to fuck viciously and without remorse or regard and let go of the tension.I have another glass of wine and get ready for bed with. Um ... it's not like there's nothing to do, but I wasn't exactly Miss Social when I was growing up. I was always overweight and knowing it didn't help. Seemed like there was no reason to shape up because no one liked me anyway. In high school I reshaped my image, if not my body. I forced myself to be social, was on every committee I could get on, was on the student council ... you know. Everything except dating. Except once or twice, you know.aroslav: What about Tony?BETH: Oh sure. There were. " I told him. "Ricky came close to popping my cherry, but I couldn't do it. It hurt too much." I did fantasize about uncle Steve fucking me, but it was just a fantasy. I wanted to wait, to save that special part of me for Ricky. Having all these sexual thoughts about your uncle seemed wrong in the first place. But I loved fantasizing about him popping my cherry with that huge, veined cock. That was taboo and I guess that just made it more enticing. In my fantasies, uncle Steve slipped it in and.