The next day I logged in and texted Ambrose.“Yes I’m bisexual but I like being a girl I’m not gay I think.”“It’s okay to feel like you are...feeling, I’m not going to judge you. Tell me your real name first dear.”“I’m ajju”“Hey ajju I think I can be your real friend, you can be yourself when your chatting with me”So we begin chatting freely, I tell him how I think I’m a girl trapped in a boy’s body and he asks me to try cross-dressing. I tell him I’m scared to and that I don’t have any clothes. Coffee by my side, I sat down at my computer and started to type. Believe it or not, the words started to make sense, at least to me.So I started writing... Outline for the story of "My Cheating Wife"'Oh yeah that's an original story title, I can change it later. Most of this I will leave unchanged, maybe a comment or two here and there. I don't want to get confused. What names to use? How about Mike and Betty, that's our real names? Knowing Betty, she wouldn't mind.'Main Characters: Mike and. I reached for the massive tool and shoved it into my mouth. I could barely fit 5 inches in my mouth but I wanted more. I wanted to swallow it all I wanted was to feel the monster down my throat. As my mouth filled with more and more saliva I noticed that I could take more and more of the big throbbing cock down my throat. Paul started to moan I could hear him mumbling suck it suck my fucking cock you bitch. Make me feel good oh God make it feel good make me cum.. Paul saying these things to me. Next she attached clover clamps to my nipples with a chain and tied my balls tight. Next she attached hooks to the rope, I suspected to hang weights off of. Normally this is when Goddess hangs weights on my nipples and balls, but apparently there was an additional step this time. Goddess strung Christmas lights around my body and at parts tied it and interwove them with the ropes that she had tied me with. With the exception of my cock ring, rope, and now Christmas lights I was naked. Finally.