When dating my then girlfriend she encouraged my dressing. We got progressively kinkier with until we tried strap-ons. She absolutely loved it, it turned her into the Energiser Serxxammering away, but she complained she needed more from it. We looked into it and discovered the Feeldoe type of strap-on. When it arrived we made a night of it, and she tried it out, she lived walking round the room with it inserted, it bounced about, and as it was inserted into her it gave her much more feedback and sexual pleasure.
We started a session with it, and she soon really got into it, she kept telling me how she felt like she was inside me, that she could feel so much more, and she really began to build up a rhythm, long deep hard fucking strokes , she really went to town on me, faster and faster, we were both getting incredibly hot and sweaty, it was incredible, then all of a sudden she hit the sweet spot, and every last single drop of cum erupted out of me, it wouldn’t stop, I was spraying like a fire hose around the bedroom, but there was no accompanying orgasm, she had just literally fucked the cum out of me, and it left me incredibly horny. I was begging her to fuck me like a bitch, to really nail me to the mattress, to fuck my brains out, I was absolutely gagging for it. Then she had a point where she started cumming herself, wave after wave, then as one orgasm subsided another would trigger the moment she moved, and that just drove her insane, eventually we had to stop, we were too exhausted to carry on, but both very happy. I walked funny for a few days, and she kept smirking and asking if I was ready for more!
It was transformative in our relationship, as she decided that now she was a much bigger man than I was that we would go for a full role rehearsal. All my male underwear was taken out and burned, and it replaced with new sexy feminine underwear, the only concession were some Sloggi briefs for doctors visits. I was expected to be in lingerie, have my make up and nails done, albeit neutral and clear shades, and do all the female tasks around the house (sorry I’m old, I still have old-fashioned thoughts about work housework and roles). She took to wearing the Feeldoe every day, and to wearing y-fronts instead of panties, she would sit and stroke herself lasciviously, then decide she was horny, either fuck me on the spot, or drag me to the bedroom and give me a really good seeing to! It really was a wonderful period in our life together. When we got married, I wore full bridal lingerie under my suit, and under her wedding dress she had the Feeldoe inserted, and a new pair of bright y-fronts.
Our wedding night she fucked me on every surface in the bridal suite, it was relentless, first in my bridal lingerie, then some slutty lingerie she’d bought me, then in her favourite of mine she liked on me, in my favourite, everything. It’s a miracle I wasn’t pregnant after that, not for lack of effort on her part. She wanted a rest, it had a huge bath in the bedroom, so she filled it with bubbles, had a soak, refreshed herself, then fucked me again for good measure! In the morning we went to breakfast, I had my going away lingerie under my clothing, for some inexplicable reason she then tells her maid of honour every last detail in great uncensored detail, even made me flash my suspender belt, the look of disgust from this woman was unbelievable, I mean utter outrage, contempt, and loathing she could muster, she stormed off, my wife grabbed my wrist, dragged me to the room, and fucked me raw, no lube, right there, she was like an animal possessed! It didn’t take long for her to cum! She told me they’d had a bit of a falling out over something, and didn’t care of she never saw her again, but doing it had turned her on so much! I gad been surprised she picked her to be honest, if she’d picked one of her other friends she’d have probably asked for a go, and I wouldn’t have said no to her!
After a few months things calmed down, then she announced that period was over, and she now wanted me to be dominant and assertive, and she wanted to be submissive. It’s not really in me, it ended up my sat all made up, nice basque, new stockings, 5” heels, dolled up to the nines sat on the bed crying as she screamed at me to beat the snot out of her. I just couldn’t and wouldn’t do it, it’s not me. So, behind my back she found a cast of thousands who would. If you’ve a BD/HU postcode the odds you’ve fucked her are better than those of winning £10 on the lottery. She tried murdering me for money she thought she’d get, and botched it, all ways, the policies were all lapsed. It ended in acrimonious bitterness and regret.
I don’t miss her in the slightest, in fact I’ve a panic alarm connected to the Police if she ever turns up, but I do miss the Feeldoe sessions, a lot! That’s the only way I’d go with a woman now! But that sort of woman, without the murdery and adulterous qualities, would appear to be quite rare. |
