I don’t know if anyone will see this post, or if they will give a shit about the person writing it… but I’m doing it anyway if I don’t I might...as well just go back to Tumblr or I don't know, hire a fucking Psychiatrist. So here goes, I fantasise about being a slave, a slave to the sexual desires of others, I want to be turned into a sissy slave and used as a human flashlight for men and women, to be used and played with as they desire. I want to be turned into the most perfect sissy slut slave.. Maybe not even later. If Clarissa and I DID end up making love, it would be something between us, never to be revealed to anyone under any circumstance. And I had to be free to make that decision, one way or the other, until such time as it had to be precluded because I was ready to marry, which I decidedly was not.“Contrary to what you seem to be thinking, the only person I am sleeping with who I don’t want to stop sleeping with is YOU.”“But you are sleeping with other girls?”“Which goes right. . Dopahar ko muje mera kam patana tha isliye me sandhya ko wahi room par chhodakar chala gaya.. Me jab ja raha tha to vicky mila mene use bataya ki sandhya room par he aur me kam se kuch ghante ja raha hu.. Fir wo chala gaya..Me office gaya to kuch emergency se muje jisse milna tha wo sir aaj nai ane vale the isliye dusre din deside kiya aur me flat par wapas aya.. Mene uhi keyhall se andar dekha sandhya apni nighty pahenkar english news padh rahi thi.. Aur bathroom ka door keyhall ke samne hi. So we chatted and got to know each other. I told her I had never done anything like this, and she said the same. She said she was attracted to the pics and profile and our online chats and thought it would be hot to meet at a public place. I couldn't believe how at ease we were with each other.So, after almost one and a half hours, she asked me before I go, would I flash her my cock. I almost choked on my sweet tea I was drinking. We both laughed at my reaction, and her brazen question. "Its.