I wasn't too big on makeup as I've never seemed to need it to be mistaken for a girl, so I don't like it when I dress up in private.I eyed myself in t...e mirror, posing and strutting, thrusting out my ass and pursing my lips. I was hot. I was the kind of girl I wish I could fuck. Spinning round, I looked at the toys laid on my bed, the small collection I'd managed to gather over my few years of debauchery: a small purple plug, an eight-inch pink dildo and several red ropes for bondage. I had. I preferred a straight razor. Yes, you heard right a ‘straight razor’ even men of this generation don’t know how to use it. But I enjoy being old school in certain things. I always got a fascination with straight razors. I used to practice with it on Rohan. And when I felt confident enough I gifted him a custom made German Dovo brand straight razor along with Italian shaving cream and a real fur shaving brush.Quite often we shave each other with it. It requires a confident, patient and skilled. She slid my cock into her mouth, taking me all the way into her throat, you like that she moaned? Oh jeez yes I said, barely able to breathe, this may just be the best blowjob of my life! Keep going I said in a deep tone, don’t worry she said, this won’t be over too soon, we will make sure of that........Hang on I thought, something doesn’t seem right here, what did she mean, ‘we’? Also how did she talk when my cock was all the way in her mouth like that? To be honest I was enjoying this so. With every jolt, I saw different things. Astrange woman, who seemed familiar yet foreign at the same time. A houseI'd never seen before but felt like home. Flashes, I suppose, of adifferent life.It wasn't until I woke up the next morning that I realized I'd missed theparty at Julie's. I had about a hundred texts and voicemails reminding meof it, though.Days off work came few and far between. Between working at the shop,acting classes, and the occasional actual acting gig, I didn't really.