No fantasy, just a story of how it is
Starting again
Having run away, purged, thrown away a wardrobe, felt guilt and even shame.
But, the thoughts never left, the memories of how right it feels kneeling, wet mouth open, hungry for cock, craving cum.
The urge lingers, to slip away from my masculinity in the privacy and intimacy of surrendering my needs to please another mans.
The restart begins, lying in the bath with a razor, shaving chest and body hair for the first time in months and revelling in the feel of my little bitch titties as i cup them and feel my nipples hardening as the hair around them is gone and i imagine a man feeling them, groping them and even rubbing his hardness over them
Going back online to rebuild a shein shopping list, placing pink babydoll outfits, a maids dress, a wig and lingerie from the "curve" ( because i am always going to be a very chubby dresser) range into my to buy list and imagining men seeing me dressed in those outfits for their lusts and climaxes
Then, messaging previous meets and verifications to say i want to please you again and i know my place. Reading replies and being told im going to have to be the cock sucking subby cross dresser again
Feels...so good.
And oh god i need to come back for more.
