Ma ayana nenu bangalore lo vuntamu.Ma ayana software engineer. Me kosam malli na experience share chesukuntunanu. Na old experiences “kobbari thota ...o ma paleru tho padukunna” & “paleru pakka lo second time padukunna”. Manager tho jarigina experience cheputa ani chepa na last post lo. Andaru na experience kosam wait chestunaru ani telusu. First of all thanks to iss and iss readers. Na stories chala mandi chadivaru. Responses chala baga vachai. Nenu asala ohinchaledu na stories ki antha response. One of those was when She stood in front of a mirror with Her back to me, lifted Her skirt past Her stocking-tops right up to Her knix so I could see in the mirror, and said “I love to pose”, and made me erupt into my underpants, unable to stifle a whimper which caused Her to turn round and laugh. In the age of the Internet, worship starts online, i.e. worshipping at a distance, and my hope was that I would be allowed into Her presence, which happened with three Goddesses. With Miss Melanie, I. I lookedaround my shabby little flat, which ought really to be my home and onceagain dissolved into tears. At times, striding through town in myminiskirt, I had felt quite confident and strong, but now I felt almosthopelessly weak. As I struggled to pull myself together, I made myselfremember how much I had wanted to be female and young. I would cheermyself up by trying on different clothes I might possess.The first new garment I discovered in my drawers was a leotard. Ithought it was my. She often found it amusing how most people thought a town like this would make the kill easier. She sat at the bar, as far away from her target as possible, and had herself a few white Russians while some small town band played on the stage. The lead singer was a handsome looking lab with chocolate colored fur. The rest of the band was comprised of similar “farm” dogs as folks tended to call them. Three drinks in her target left the bar. She was fine with that and let him escape for the time.