I had spent my life thinking I was a tough guy and it is safe to say I was homophobic.
Sexually, I was always submissive. Women were to be loved, honoured and most of all obeyed but it was the sight of a woman in anything shiny and skin tight which turned me on more than anything, perhaps a throwback to Wilma from Buck Rodgers or Olivia Newton John in Grease growing up.
I remember enjoying when Bambi and Thumper beat up James Bond though in Diamonds are Forever and I loved Sarah Douglas as a villain in Superman 2, so being dominated or beaten by a woman in an arm wrestle was a turn on from a young age.
This all culminated in my earliest sexual experiences being with Professional Mistresses and a love for PVC, leather, rubber and lycra going into adulthood.
Then I discovered WB270 and women wrestlers.
At around the age of 25, one of them brought me right down to size. A woman who could literally kill me with her bare hands. I was a boxer and did judo in my youth, I thought I was a tough guy but this woman was on another level in terms of her strength. She made me realise I was weak and feeble by comparison to her.
I went to various Fetish Clubs and collected femdom porn but I was never attracted to anyone of the same sex, aside from the transgender Jay Davidson in the movie The Crying Game, who’d caused some temporary confusion. Caroline Cossey likewise but those were isolated examples and I was generally put off at the thought of them having a penis.
Fast forward a couple of years and a TV Show/Film called “Is Harry on the Boat” comes on my TV. The extremely pretty actress Davinia Taylor wearing immaculate, dark heavy lipstick/makeup.
She is PVC clad and comes on screen wearing a black strap-on which seems to be built into the hot pants she’s wearing. I’d never seen anything like it. My mouth went completely dry, my pulse increased and I’m thinking, it’s the sexiest short movie scene I’ve ever seen.
I start asking myself what it is that turned me on so much and fooled myself into thinking that the strap-on had done nothing for me but it had, it looked amazing sticking out like a beacon and I suddenly wanted to experience being bent over a table and fucked the way the guy in the scene had been (however short lived the scene was) my femdom addiction started going down the strap on route. I was still straight but I was 29 by that point and still single.
I was invited to Ireland to attend a wedding. My favourite woman on the planet at that point was probably Jennifer Lopez, I loved her in Cell and other movies but the newspaper in my room had an article for an up and coming UK TV Show called “Something About Miriam”.
The transgender model the guys were all trying to win the affections of (without their knowledge of her being transgender) was actually like Jennifer Lopez in terms of stature, skin tone and hair colour. She was maybe slightly taller but not that far off in terms of her good looks. I left the wedding when I’d had enough to drink and got bored, got back to my hotel room and proceeded to rattle one off but there is no wank material except for this transgender model Miriam Rivera.
I masturbated to her pictures but when I ejaculated it seemed more intense than anything that had come before it. Was this because it was taboo? Someone born my own sex but who now looked the way she did? Every inch a woman to look at but born male! I immediately felt wracked with guilt.
It was my first ever homosexual masturbation and it seemed more intense than any straight porn or femdom experience doing the same, surely it was a one off?
A few nights later, I masturbated to my usual femdom images, videos etc. I was into extreme stuff but had only indulged once personally by getting Mistress Peel in Manhattan to pee on me, I liked women spitting and urinating on their male subs etc but my collection of strap-on related porn had increased after Davinia.
Nothing seemed as intense as the ejaculation I experienced due to Miriam. So I began looking at shemale galleries and shemale porn sites. I soon discovered hundreds, thousands of images and videos I liked and TgirlsI felt who were even nicer than Miriam (my early favourite being Camilla De Castro arguably the sexiest human I’d ever seen before she tragically died) and my addiction for shemale porn began.
Again, when I masturbated it seemed more intense than any female porn. I started to ask the question, am I gay? I quickly find that the realisation of applying that label was actually turning me on even more.
Cocolouise, a Manchester based Northern Irish Tgirl came on a TV Show in the UK and by that point, I was already hooked on transgender women. I started to want to experience being with one.
I had been asked by some people if I was gay throughout my life, including people close to me but when I’d answered, I was always telling the truth because up to the age of 29, I really didn’t believe I was. As a matter of fact, I knew with all certainty I was not.
I began to reflect on those conversations which normally cropped up because I couldn’t seem to hold down a long-term relationship. There is nothing camp about me or anything but then I met a girl, within a couple of years we were engaged and married a couple of years after that.
I met her about a year after my first gay feelings began to surface. She was everything I had ever wanted in a girl, beautiful, intelligent, and willing to dress up for me but I kept two secrets from her, my love of being dominated and my growing fledgling admiration (becoming an addiction) of Tgirls.
We arranged to go to Thailand. I wanted to know how I’d feel about seeing a ladyboy in the flesh and whether these images and videos were all just touched up and misleading but sure enough, I found myself to be sexually frustrated throughout that whole holiday because I saw ladyboys who were mindboggling in their beauty and I wanted to be with them but couldn’t be.
By this point, I was getting pulled deeper and deeper into a relationship and emotions were now involved. I loved the girl I had asked to marry me but my fascination for shemales was getting worse but I was still hoping I could overcome this temporary condition.
What made Thailand worse was that whenever I left my wife to go to the toilet. The ladyboys would try to get my attention, one even grabbed me by the balls at the toilet and propositioned me.
I was desperate to go with her but couldn’t. I did however manage a quick snog with one of the prettiest ladyboys I’d seen, when I left a nightclub briefly for that specific purpose. Amazingly, she kept our secret kiss to herself but I’d taken a very brazen chance towards the end of our holiday.
A few years later, I got married but often when I was making love to my wife, I was thinking about shemales but I was equally obsessed with the scrawny milf nextdoor, so I’m clearly bisexual in my thoughts. Thinking about tgirls and women in equal measure.
My wife then revealed to me she had been keeping a secret and I was gutted and disappointed by it. It was a financial one, I threw my life and soul into sorting out her mess but it made me realise that maybe it was time I tried a shemale, after all she had lied to me and was now pregnant. My life was now determined and all mapped for me.
A few months later, I made contact with one her name was Sabrina Morais and she was incredible. She was a 5ft9 inch dominatrix from Brazil or Italy, her cock was XXL. She was in my hometown and she was exactly what I had been looking for.
I screwed up the parking to get there on time for the arranged session time, she was grumpy as hell and seemed really annoyed but it was my own time I was eating into, so I couldn’t understand her anger. She sounded mean but that made me want her more. She called me names and told me I was a pathetic scrawny little loser after seeing me through her spy hole on the door because had I arrived at her door late. She’d said “come now” but I was in my car at the other end of town, she told me where to park but I didn’t want to park in a place she could look out her window from, needless to say, I got there but late and she turned me away at the door.
I then phone her again and begged to see her in texts and phone chats, she finally said “okay, come now”. I got there, she opened the door and she was as spectacular as I had hoped. The photographs of her had been spectacular but she had posted a video of herself which wasn’t quite as glamorous as the photos but it seemed a more accurate indicator and I knew that if I liked the video, I was going to like her in reality. Photographs can be misleading, and I prefer to see someone speak in a video before I know for sure I’m going to fancy them. The last thing I wanted was to turn up at the door and think “I don’t fancy her” and want to leave.
In heels, she was slightly taller than me, slightly more muscular in the arms which was fine with me but she looked every inch a woman, despite being flat chested and more transvestite.
She lead me through to her bedroom and told me to suck her cock. It was the first time I had sucked a cock and it was softer than I had expected but I sucked it enthusiastically like a lollypop.
She took her cock out my mouth and slapped me with it across the mouth. It was heavy and I heard a crack. She’d damaged a cosmetic aspect of a tooth but I soldiered on and never mentioned it to her. I needed to get it fixed afterwards but that was a reminder of a great experience. She then sat down and commanded me to sit on her erect cock. It was the first time a cock had ever entered my asshole but this was a XXL 10 inch cock or thereabouts, it was painful and I tried to climb back off her but by now she grabbed me and warned or demanded I “sit back down”, pulling on my hair to ensure I did. It was a real turn on to be so dominated and so I tried again to ease myself onto her cock.
She managed to get most of her cock up my ass and it suddenly dawned on me that I’d sent all those messages and texts to her saying that I wanted to be dominated and for this to happen, so I’d granted her “carte blanche” and had practically begged to visit.
She was sat down, I was on her but this was her in total control but the thought that I had given my ass to her so willingly, so freely was turning me on. I could not go to the Police if I’d begged to be raped so I was completely at her mercy and although that’s a horrible word and I’m not suggesting I was, what I’m saying is that I could have no cause for complaint even if she had.
After some ass fucking, she took the condom off and I think there was more cock sucking. I asked her to spit on me and she obliged several times, in my mouth and on my face but neither of us came. That suited me because it was my first time and I was scared of not liking CIM.
I walked away with a sore asshole and that beautiful painful reminder of what she’d done to me lasted a week. I remember my first shower afterwards and when cleaning my asshole, it felt as though my hole was gaping. What had she done to me? It was great but I was alarmed and wondered how long it would take for the hole to close or if it would. She left Glasgow days later and my ass felt back to normal a couple of days later.
About a year later, Sabrina came back to Glasgow. I was keeping a regular eye on Birchplace and saw other Tgirls come and go but Sabrina was back. She came back earlier but I was on holiday if I recall and out the country. It still amazes me that I’d gone for such a well-endowed tranny to begin with but it’s worked out well.
I was at a works night out one night. I was feeling horny because I fancied this girl from my work in a leather dress she had worn (until she got thrown out the club for being too drunk and cheeky to a bouncer)
I got bored after she left and decided I had drank enough and just wanted pumped.
I made the call to Sabrina and got the same message as last time “okay come now”, at least this time I knew where I was going.
A Tgirl called Camila Sampaio opened the door much to my surprise and amazement. I knew her face and she was practically famous in the trangender world. By this point, I had great knowledge of the transgender beauties out there. I had gone in with the exact money for the session requested but seeing Camila in her lingerie was a sight to behold. She was perfection personified, I’d never been in the presence of such beauty, she really was exceptional and she was making it clear she was available too. I told her I’d only brought the amount of money needed but it was the biggest regret of my life. For another amount of cash matching whatever I’d paid Sabrina (whether it was £150 or £200, it was so long ago now I can’t recall) I could have been spit-roasted by the pair of them.
Sabrina then came to the door of her room and gave me a very domineering, disapproved scowling look as if to say, “you’re mine, not hers, come with me now”. Sabrina must have known I was nothing short of blown away at seeing Camila and she must have known my head was turned and I was extremely tempted to go with Camila instead of her but that nasty look Sabrina gave me, had me right under her spell in no time. I’ll be honest, I preferred the beauty of Camila but there was no guarantee she’d be as good with the service or dominant like Sabrina, so I went off with Sabrina as planned.
It started similarly to the time before, she pointed out she recognised me and asked if I’d visited before and I confirmed I had. She told me to get on my knees and suck her cock and I did so like a good little boy. I tried my best to be a good little sissy bitch for her. I sucked her dick for a good amount of time maybe five minutes or so but then she told me to get on the bed on all fours.
Camila came to the door but only for a quick look as did another less attractive trans girl but neither joined in. Sabrina was shagging me hard and fast from behind and I was squealing and thanking her for the pleasure she was giving me with every pounding. Her giant cock had gone in relatively easily this time but I could feel it grow inside me and it was a truly magical feeling. This is what I had hoped it would be like. Maybe the alcohol had made me more relaxed, maybe it was the poppers Sabrina had told me to sniff and her being more lubricated but I was being stuffed like a turkey and I was loving every second of it. Amazingly, the best part was still to come. That occurred five or ten minutes later when she spun me around and did me in the missionary position but not before spitting on her cock for extra lubrication before inserting it again.
I was in ecstasy, looking up at a gorgeous looking shemale while she gave it to me hard and deep.
It all became too much for me and I shot my load much to her disappointment. She had wanted me to last longer so that she could cum but this was by far my most amazing ever sexual experience, so how the hell could she have expected me to hold on.
Again, no fluids other than her spit in my mouth and face exchanged hands, no ejaculate from her but this time, she had been a bit more pleasant and gave me a very brief kiss on the lips when leaving. Again, I was well satisfied, the first experience had been a 4/5 with her. This was an easy 5/5. I left with that brilliant feeling of having been well and truly rattled and my asshole had been expanded again and again I had the enjoyment of finding it hard to sit down for a couple of days to remind me of her. My only regret was that my I could have been sucking Camila while being fucked by Sabrina and then given Camila a shot of my ass, if I had withdrawn more money before going in.
Sabrina never returned for a while and when she did, I was away on business again. My ass belonged to Sabrina in my mind but my addiction for shemales couldn’t restrict me to just one, so it was time to try something new.
Julie Angel XXL came to Glasgow about a year later and she was advertising herself as 5ft10 over 6ft in heels and offering a dominant service as well as the rest of her range.
Ideal, I thought.
Her videos were amazing and the reviews were fantastic.
I never told her how important it was for me to see her in high heels and towering above me from the moment she opened the door, so when she answered in her bare feet (perhaps to bring herself down to my height and not come across as too intimidating) it was a bit of a disappointment because I had wanted to feel shorter and inferior, that’s exactly what I was looking for.
Julie Angel XL was probably the nicest Tgirl I’ve been with personality wise and most people would probably feel she had provided the best service because of her versatility and it being so unrushed but I prefer to be dominated more and felt that it was 50/50 with her.
She was gorgeous, stunning, beautiful in every way but the flat footed look without heels on entry and immediate instruction for me to keep the noise down so as not to waken her flatmates or people downstairs or whatever was a bad start.
It got good when she put her hand around my throat and was face fucking me etc. She was very much in control at that point and I enjoyed being a little bit scared. I enjoyed her fucking me immensely, but it was short lived by comparison to my previous session with Sabrina.
When she offered me the chance to penetrate her from behind, I felt reluctant to say no because I never wanted her to think I wasn’t attracted to her but that made me feel like the dominant one and I just prefer being a bitch boy.
I guess Julie picked up on the fact that I was losing my erection a little and wasn’t quite so into the topping, so she made me suck her dick some more with my cock in her ass. The bending of my entire body to suck her cock while my dick was in her ass was making me rock hard again and I ended up asking her if I could come. She said yes of course and I shot with my dick in her ass (obviously with a condom on)
Julie then told me that it was her turn to cum and asked me where I wanted it. I should have said CIM but I was nervous, so when she gave me the alternative of the body or face, I said “body”.
She seemed to be a bit confused by my muffled responses or my accent and when she saw me open my mouth, she maybe thought she’d picked me up wrong. She shot the bulk of her sperm on my belly and chest but managed to shoot a tiny splash into the back of my throat, I could feel a small splatter hit my lip and further inside which was actually perfect for a first time of being cum on.
It was another brilliant experience and when I look back on it in reflection, it gets better in my mind.
I’d say it was a 4/5 again but not maybe quite as good as my second session with Sabrina but more than a match to the first session. The difference might have been the time of day or my relaxed state due to alcohol but I’d gone for the earliest sessions available and I guess, it takes these Tgirls a while to get warmed up and into it, whereas later in the evening on a Friday or Saturday night, they are maybe better because they see the last client as their final one for that day before a well-earned break.
My fourth session with a Tgirl is one which was more than a match for my second session with Sabrina and one which will be hard to beat, having been with two Brazilian girls. Now it was time to try a Thai or Malaysian.
I had after all thought about that part of the world and the beauties it possesses since my trip to the country and whilst I couldn’t do anything there, now I had a chance to try a far eastern girl in Glasgow in the form of Putri8989. It was the one and only time I had gone to a Tgirl without seeing a video. I relied purely on the photographs. Videos are better because not only do they give you a more accurate portrayal, but they make you want that person more and photographs can be misleading and touched up or altered etc. Putri has been putting black redactions over her eyes in her photographs which does nothing to entice you to return.
I was much more confident this time around making the call and explaining what I liked. I told Putri I liked to be dominated and she said that sounds like fun. Communications were much better than the two Brazilians and there was no rigmarole to get in. That aspect had been pretty poor with Julie Angel where I was left waiting outside for ages, feeling as though I could be getting watched.
I had to walk around the block a couple of times and wait for text messages, I had almost given up.
Putri was straight forward. She gave me the street name and told me where to park and gave me an address to head to. I was to phone her when I got there if I remember right and she gave me the flat number.
She opened door and to my instant delight, she was pretty when she spoke. She looked great in the little black leather dress she wears in her pictures and although she was small, she wasn’t tiny.
Could a girl this small in stature truly dominate me?
I figured I might need to use my imagination but then two things happened. I noticed she had nice leg muscles and some conversation ensued whereby she asked me; “so you like to be dominated do you”?
“Yes”, I replied.
“Do you want me to make you weep or just tied and teased”.
Those words coming out her mouth, the thought of being made to weep caused an instant erection but for some reason, I was too chicken to ask for it. I guess I wanted to be dominated but I wasn’t sure I wanted her to hurt me to that extent, so I went for the softer option but the fact she’d made that offer was a real turn on.
The session was amazing. She gave me an expert massage and teased my asshole throughout, making it well and truly lubricated. The massage was long lasting and very pleasant but just at the point where I was starting to think, “this is not what I came for”, she decided to start the sexual action.
I was made to suck her cock, she sat on top of me with her dick bouncing around in front of my face and at times in my mouth. Her verbals were amazing (the best by far) calling me a little “bitch boy” and that I was “her little bitch”, she then proceeded to tie me to the corner of her bed in handcuffs and screw me from behind, while I could feel her soft hair caress my back. It was something I’d wanted done to me since seeing Camilla De Castro screw a guy in the same manner.
I was in heaven but the only thing was I couldn’t see her face. The best was yet to come, she turned me around and by now I could see that gorgeous face, propped me up on some sort of cushion and did me in the missionary position. It was amazing to look up at this little ladyboy, treating me like a bitch and calling me one. She had great boobs and a nice sized cock. Bigger than I’d expected and bigger than she’d advertised and she was more busty than I expected. I remember looking up at her and thinking there was absolutely no way anyone would think she was anything other than a beautiful wee Asian girl.
The sex felt very gay and was a stark reminder she was born male but who cared, I was loving every second it. What I was experiencing was absolute ecstasy. I asked her to spit on me and she did so in the mouth and on my face. She was nothing short of perfection.
I’d asked for a golden shower after she’d made the “would you like to weep” comment, she said something about it being better to do in the shower room instead of with mats on the floor but she either forgot about my special request or chose to ignore it. Either way, I wasn’t too bothered, what she’d given me in spit was plenty but I fancied her so much, a golden shower would have been amazing.
She seemed surprised that I wanted to shower afterwards, having applied some beautiful smelling oils but my sperm was all over my stomach after some incredible ass fucking and I wanted to wash that off. If a towel or paper towel had caught that sperm then, I would have happily gone home smelling of the nice oils. Putri never came but she had told me her cum was £50 extra if I remember correctly. I again only took the amount of cash I thought I needed, so I wasn’t in a position to ask for extras.
I just remember Putri asking me afterwards if I was heading back to work and it was easier just to say “yes”. She pointed out that I’d be feeling as though I’d relieved a lot of stress which was actually an understatement, I felt amazing, hard to describe, I guess totally fulfilled and super relaxed.
I came away thinking about how I wished I’d asked for CIM but couldn’t be too hard on myself given the lack of the extra £50 but the next Tgirl I was planning was one I’d happily go all the way with in that regard.
She came in the form of Angie Angelina XXL. I had been keeping an eye on her for several years. Of all the girls advertising throughout the UK, she was certainly one whose looks appealed to me the most. She was perfection, beautiful in every way. I don’t bother about tits and I’m not into “bubble butts”, so Sabrina Morais not having boobs hadn’t bothered me. As soon as the lipstick is on and she someone wants to be a female, she is as far as I’m concerned. I like crossdressers just as much as full on transgender girls.
I didn’t know what Angie had underneath in the chest area but to me it doesn’t matter. I liked her face and her legs and body, that’s all that mattered. She was also a bit dominant.
I’ll not bore you with every detail because I’ve reviewed every Tgirl I’ve been with and this feels like a repetition of that. Angie was less than a year ago, so she’s still fairly fresh in my mind but she wasn’t the most straight forward Tgirl to visit. There was a bit of a delay in her getting ready and lots of calls, texts and waiting but let’s get to the meat in the sandwich.
It’s safe to say that Angie’s appearance, made me weak at the knees. She stood the same height as me in her bare feet but towered above in her heels. I felt the need to bow down to her and get on my knees without even been given instruction to do so.
She asked me to kiss her ass from behind. She still had on her black pvc thong and she turned occasionally for me to sniff and see that dick underneath it. I was really impressed by the firmness of her body. I liked her toned smooth body. It was athletic and sexy as hell but her arm muscles made me feel she’d be capable of kicking my ass. It reminded me of the British athlete Jessica Ennis. I wish I’d challenged Angie to an arm wrestle. If I’d have lost it would have been a real turn on but I never asked. I loved the way Angie pulled her dick out from behind that PVC thong.
She then coaxed me onto the bed as she removed some clothing and the first position, she went into was the 69 position. Her bare asshole was right there in front of my eyes, I had never licked a butthole before on a female or Tgirl but now I had a perfect opportunity and had this overwhelming urge to do so. I asked her if I could “lick that”?
“Of course”, she said.
I licked that cornhole like my life depended on it and for a good 5-10 minutes. She made me gag on her cock and she was all action and intensity from start to finish. My only problem was hearing every word she said. She may have faked an organism with some cream and told me I’d made her cum.
I looked down and thought, that looks creamy, shit that means I probably won’t get CIM now.
I hadn’t asked for that specifically but I was prepared to let Angie use, abuse and cum wherever she wanted on me but whether Angie had faked the cum or used the cream to clean her dick after doing so, I’m not entirely sure but what I do know is that I put her cock in my mouth immediately after, feeling I’d missed out on her load and discovered it tasted of cream.
I’m maybe still a bit hopeless at the sexual side of being with a Tgirl but I try to be good.
I never asked Angie to spit on me, I guess I forgot and the overwhelming vast majority of the session was a 69er but I just enjoyed being able to lick her butthole because even while sucking her dick, I was trying things I hadn’t asked to do with the previous Tgirls, I was licking Angie’s scrotum on the underside and going back around into that butthole again with my tongue, so that was ecstasy enough. As a matter of fact, I almost prematurely ejaculated at the very start of the asshole licking and early cock sucking, she was so incredibly beautiful.
I had a flight to catch but I wasn’t as in big a hurry as I thought, I got my timings wrong, so because of the delay in getting in to see her, I thought my time was very limited. Therefore stupidly, it was me who called a halt to our session. Angie had just asked if I wanted her to penetrate me. I’d already cum but she told me I still had plenty time and that she wanted my ass.
I couldn’t say no but I was starting to think about the time when I actually had two hours more than I realised, my flight was later than I’d realised.
Her dick was long and pointy, not as thick as Sabrina’s but probably longer. It was really hard to accommodate her and every stroke from her was slightly painful and stabbing. I wasn’t relaxed and this is the part of our session I’d like to redo and go back to because it was my fault, this part was rushed and not so great. I’m not so sure about how to prepare for an ass fucking beforehand and I guess I could have done a shit but I didn’t want to stink out her toilet. My cavity could have been clearer I guess! I rushed all across London to get there on time.
If I’d let her have me for another minute or so, it would have got easier and we’d have been off and running the way it was with Sabrina second time around and Putri last time around but I told her I had this flight to catch and I guess Angie knew not to detain me.
It was still a 5/5 experience and probably the best sexual experience of my life for some aspects but if I’d stayed another five or ten minutes, it would probably stand alone as the best, rather than being on a par with Sabrina second time and Putri.
Angie made me realise that communication was important for my next Tgirl. I’d tried three Brazilian or Italians by this point and a Thai but it was time to try a homegrown girl.
Brooke Belle was an Aberdeen Tgirl I’d been keeping an eye on for a few years, since seeing her on a TV show and looking her up on google thereafter.
It wasn’t clear she was totally into domination and I’d read mixed reviews concerning that aspect and how she preferred to bottom but her good looks and 6ft tall stature appealed to me and she did say she could be dominant. I’d liked what I’d seen on the TV show and knew she had a superior presence whether into domination or otherwise.
I came across her twitter page and there was a short video of her by a sink saying into the camera “I want you to come here and suck this fucking cock”. That was the deal done! I needed to go and see this beautiful girl but my problem was she wasn’t in town.
Meanwhile Franciny Bella was (another Brazilian or Italian) and this was a girl whose looks appealed to me because she looks a little bit middle eastern. I like the idea of being pummelled by an Egyptian Tgirl and that’s a throwback to Jay Davidson as some sort of goddess in Stargate.
I like the idea of being like Alexander the Great and getting bogged down in India and finding the shemales over there irresistible, that sort of scenario.
My problem with Franciny Bella (although I had been following her for some time) was that she looked too nice, too girly/girly and ladylike. Could she be dominant?
Again, it was a video which convinced me I had to go to see her. I could no longer resist.
In the video, she’s wearing nice structured lingerie or a bra and panties saying, “All the things, perfect so, damn you p………….”. The last word was hard to determine but it was a sexy short clip and the word sounded like “pay” or “pain”.
It had only been a short time since Angie and I wanted some more. Communications were good, a wee bit of waiting around and being sent to an alternative address initially but soon I was at the right place and we were good to go. Probably the nicest apartment of them all, aside from perhaps Angie’s.
I’d asked Franciny to wear a leather skirt and much to my delight, she wore this expensive, classy looking slanting mini skirt. Her appearance was spectacular. She had boobs and was clearly totally feminine in her appearance but thankfully, she still has a penis and hasn’t had the full sex change.
I prefer them to still have a cock and haven’t been with one who doesn’t but one or two have tempted me.
Franciny was so gorgeous, I felt the need to lick her asshole like I’d done with Angie and thankfully, Franciny allowed it. I did a bit of cock sucking of her and licked the underside of her scrotum and then she shagged me in the missionary position, but she never used much or any lubrication and it was tough going in. I enjoyed it for as long as it lasted but maybe I put her off me slightly when I asked her to spit on me. She did once maybe twice at the most but the whole thing was rather short lived after that request. I was in and out of her apartment with 30 minutes when I’d paid for the hour but nevertheless, it was still an awesome experience and still a 4/5.
I’ve never had a bad shemale experience yet, all at least have been 4/5. I would definitely go back to see each of them.
Months later, I was gagging again and wanted to try a homegrown Tgirl, however a spanner was thrown into the works at the very last minute, a text message from Putri telling me she was in town.
Do I go back to what may have been the best or try something new?
I wanted to try something new, I want more Tgirls in terms of number. I’m trying to match the number of Tgirls I’ve been with to the number of girls, don’t ask me why, I honestly don’t know why but I still have plenty of cocks to enjoy before I die. So by the time I’ve had anther dozen shemales, I might be able to look back knowing most of my love making was as a sissy faggot. I love those words whether they are politically correct or otherwise.
I was troubled all the way home from a business trip down south in England because I will definitely go back and see Putri one day but here was a chance to speak to a girl from Scotland and ultimately session with. We’d understand each other perfectly well and my excitement might be slightly heightened with her being from the same country and therefore more risky in terms of the possibility of our paths crossing outside of our planned session etc.
Again, I don’t want to bore the reader with the communication details etc and want to get straight to the session. She never wore what I’d asked her to wear and that was one disappointment. The other was than she never shagged me, I shagged her, so I never got that sore arse feeling I enjoy.
That apart, the session was actually pretty fantastic.
She was still able to dominate me in terms of making me suck and gag plenty on her cock, she deep throated me with the face fucking aspect of it all and when she wrapped her big long nailed hands around my throat to kiss me (lot’s a kissing, tons of it and I loved that part and it was a real first for me because the other four had kissed me sparingly). This was full on snogging with tongues and she was nibbling on my ears and taking complete control in that regard, so it was a different type of domination but the more I look back on it, the more I realise just how good it was.
I never licked her asshole or got her to spit on me. I forgot to ask her to do both but the intensity of my session with Brooke outdid the others. I penetrated her in the missionary position and with her on top. She asked me to cum on her tits, I came twice with my cock in her ass first time around and when she’d wanted me to cum on her tits after the missionary fucking. Overall a 4/5 but again a truly wonderful experience, unrushed but intense.
That concludes my experiences with Tgirls. I’ve now been with four Brazilians/Italians (I don’t actually know what they each said to that; Are you Brazilian question? Some said “yes” others said “no Italy” but I can’t remember specifics) one Thai/Malaysian and one British Tgirl.
Am I gay?
I don’t really care, I just know what I prefer and it’s a girl with a cock but I also love video’s where beautiful females are calling the viewer a “faggot, a homo, a gay boy or shemale lover, tranny chaser etc”, I’m all those things.
Once you’ve had shemale, I don’t know if there’s any going back, you just fall deeper and deeper into the addiction and right now, on lockdown, I can’t stop thinking about coming out of lockdown and going with a few as soon as possible. I’m desperate to try a spitroast. I almost went with Victoria Oliver and another Tgirl she had teamed up with recently but again, I was away on business during their visit to Glasgow.
Pretty girls wearing strap-on cocks can be quite appealing but they just make you want the real thing. As for femdom and being dominated by women. I’m no longer really into that so much. I was once asked to think about this; those boots these mistresses are asking you to kiss, have probably been licked or kissed by hundreds/thousands of men before you, perhaps even an hour before.
That strap on she puts a condom on might not be getting washed as regularly as you’d want or expect, at least a Tgirl cleans her cock after every client and the “kiss my feet” aspect is less of a joy when there are other things to be worshipped and sucked with enthusiasm with a Transgender.
I’ve been a sissy, faggot now for over a decade and by the time I die, I’ll be well and truly one. My ultimate target is probably Tiffany Towers. She looks absolutely incredible and is a more realistic target here in the UK than going for my other favourites, Aubrey Kate, Venus Lux, Morgan Bailey, Yasmine Lee etc, not that I could afford any of those girls but despite the negative reviews I've read Cleo Ambrosio was always a target and TS Belle, so I have plenty of cocks still to suck, straight sex with a woman is just not doing it for me these days to anywhere near the same extent.
