I couldn'tget that out of my mind as I brought him to orgasm a couple of times. Am Ithe only one ever who wanted to sit on a guy sexually while he was...riving? Kind of like jumping up and down like a little girl on herboyfriend's engorged member. Sicko, sicko, sicko, but I wanted to do itanyway. And the oddest thing is looking at my fingernails, all pretty andred as they moved up and down on him. What on earth was wrong with me?It's time for counseling. Mother had mentioned something yesterday. So please forgive me for my mistakes.U can contact me at The story begins with my first boyfriend rahul and to other men in my life. But before that let me introduce myself. My real name cannot be revealed in public. But I can share the name with which my boyfriends addressed me. I am doll. In public, I am pretty decent straight boy, but whenever I am alone, I wish I was a girl. When I am alone, I cross dress and behave like a girl with my walks, gestures, talks and everything tracked like a. The reporter, with her list of questions, camera and recorder, and the girl with nothing to hide. After ordering a couple of drinks, they took a table in a dark back corner of the bar and started talking, without actually getting into the interview. Once the reporter's gear was all ready, she asked the girl if she still wanted to go through with this. With a big smile, she nodded "yes".Reporter: "This is Lauren O'Riordan with..."Girl: "Molly..."Lauren: "...with Molly. It's just gone 6 pm on a. It was a bitchy move on my part, but I meant it. I was a stubborn, controlling, manipulative slut. But I wanted to be controlled! I wanted to be abused! We talked about it, and agreed that an old-school chauvinistic relationship would be best. I started telling my boyfriend how I had been watching porn and masturbating at least two hours a day for the past few days, even though we had both said wed take a break from that. I wanted to get him mad. We talked about rules. No watching porn or.