He clearly wasn’t an adolescent on the threshold of manhood, but a sexually mature ‘man’.A fire rose in my belly. For years I had craved for a s...x partner. I was tired of masturbating and fucking myself with carrots and zucchini’s and now I longed for hot, throbbing male flesh deep inside me. I even fantasised about rape! I wanted Jack to use my female body. I wanted him to abuse me. Yes, I did.He took cues from my facial expressions. He turned towards me smiling mischievously and threw the. He followed her lead, standing with one leg on either side of her, facing the window with his elbows on the counter. It was tall enough that anyone walking past the shop would only see a bored clerk.Alice’s heart was pounding with excitement. She wrapped her lips around his head and pulled him into her mouth. He gasped at the sensation and quickly began to stiffen against her tongue. Before long he was fully erect, and she was bobbing her head, seeing how deep she could take him.His breathing. I became the closet cross dresser who was also attracted to transsexuals keeping it under lock and key in my mind. it was the only place where I could find comfort with it. now let me state after sometime I did not feel weird about how I felt just who the hell would except it. I was a person who gave in to pure pressure all the time back then. since I was too stubborn to be me completely honest eventually it ruined my relationships with people I dated. because I wanted to wear women's panties. Let us not bore ourselves with the submitted pervy poems and witterings that the amateur poets desperately offered, as I’m sure we can all write our own very successfully. But the winner was a real cougar of a woman. In her late forties, this honey blonde (not her own colour) trollop had sexy curves in all the right places (she had those because she had a fantastic surgeon), and she could eat men for breakfast. And all day, actually, if they had the staying power (which, after ten minutes with.