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'' A Pussyboy 's Story ''

Learning to Submit

by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into young lady. I also loved to stroke my cock and watch a lot of heterosexual porn videos. This is back when porn was much heavily to derive by and came on Vhs and beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager seeing my starting time all-guy gay porno clip. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of advertizing, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those hombre together sucking and fucking, that my little pecker almost ripped through my jeans.

But I was also feeling really confused and kind of hangdog about enjoying it. I did n't know or even realise my response, but the seeded player of experimentation had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew elder.

Afterward, when I watched straight heterosexual porno, I realized that what I was fantasizing about, more often than not, was the woman in the scene and what she was experiencing.

The distaff porn actresses looked so slavish, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful climax. Their experiences seemed far to a greater extent vivid than anything that the male porn actors experienced.

I was fascinated and very singular by how it would find to be submissive and experience being taken.

This led to me experimenting with Male assplay, ( by putting things in my ass, mainly zucchini and the the like ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the same experiences as those dame.

The same affair with cumming on my facial expression. I would lift my ass against the paries and stroke my shaft as it pointed at my human face. My own hot cum pouring all over my case when I came.

This led to a number of days of confusion and modest imprint from not exactly fitting into established sexual roles. Those feelings lasted well into my late twenties.

I was a fairly estimable looking guy, while in school day. Participating in a few team sports, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately popular teenage young woman.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage miss, and most sentence I had the bulge in my pants to prove it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a couple of missy who helped me be sexually fighting.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or secret confluence behind the bleacher. But I still could n't shake my desire to be more submissive, and I continued in private to act with my ass and cum on my face.

I was generally confused and did n't understand the whole hermaphroditism matter. I made myself very pitiable trying to calculate out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating girls and having straight experiences, and in my ahead of time twenties, I went a bit pussy crazy. Dating any missy that would put out.

phonograph needle to say, I still could n't shake off the completely gay thing. So I decided to actively attempt out a guy on guy intimate experience. Which, once you got past the superfluity, was pretty sluttish back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry to a guy that I met at a bar one night when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his keep room floor in missional perspective, with his average size stopcock pushing in and out of me.

Truth be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a pretty unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted more intimacy, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't find right to me.

With adult female, I absolutely wanted to kiss and cuddle, and be intimate in this way. I did n't want any of that with this guy, I just wanted to get fucked, and live out my phantasy of what it was like to be more submissive.

That number 1 experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't find any emotional connexion or attractor to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief menstruation, I tried to conceal my feelings about being slavish. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girlfriend and we were having great sex, so I did n't think about my nappy side anymore.

After that human relationship ended, it was what happened with my following girlfriend that made many of the musical composition of my sexual jigsaw puzzler fall into seat. She truly found my truthful ego for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a lawyer, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very sound and strong fair sex, she was also very prevalent and just had a natural air of authority. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her liveliness.

Everything was different about her to previous girlfriends that I had been out with. She knew what she wanted and not only took it, she demanded it.

To start with, on our first date she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the driving. Other thing went exactly like that, I had to get used to her taking charge.

Do n't get me wrong, things started out fairly vanilla but we quickly started to experiment in bed. As I said before, she was very dominant allele sexually, but she was also very confident and had a huge intimate parkway.

As I began to open up to her about my submissive fancy, and my abbreviated skirmish with homophile natural action. Rather than revolt her it served to get her predominant side more to the forefront of our kinship.

She loved when I would eat her pussy, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would maneuver my pass into place, and literally grind her pussy onto my tongue and rima oris.

She got into the verbal abasement side of matter, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would promote my head away and slap me across the aspect.

Then she would say something like, `` Eat my cunt properly, bitch. ''

Then she would pull my school principal back into her private parts, grasping my hairsbreadth firmly and holding me in plaza. It sounds often regretful than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one eve on the ride home from a dark out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her confidence.

I remember the taxi device driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her typical surefooted demeanour Lisa replied, `` My bitch is eating my wet pussy. ''

He just busted out laughing and said, `` shag, that 's totally hot ! ''

Early into our FLR relationship, Lisa started breaking me in with her new strap-on that she purchased specifically for me. She liked to do most of the screwing in are sex life, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so lots together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in Heaven. I cherished her and loved our relationship. I loved my ever more submissive part too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by adult female by strong women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the body politic from me, a mates of years later. Although, we still keep in tactile sensation, through the internet and telephone.

Fast forward twenty-two-years and I have now been married for 20 old age to the most unbelievable and erotic woman.

For the shoemaker's last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR life style relationship, including male chastity, pegging, domestic help discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 days, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three farsighted terminus bull's eye, during that full stop.

Our most recent bull, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly suck his rooster, and he will occasionally bang me.

Unlike my first male on male experience in my tardy mid-twenties, this clip it feels veracious to me. There is no excited attachment to Micheal, he does n't want intimacy with me, no cuddling or cuddling.

As my fancy woman regularly confirms to me, my bi body process is because I need submission and chagrin. I need to be submissive to her and her horseshit because it helps me be a better pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the context of use.

When he cums in her pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his large cock and he cums in my lip. Even when he fucks my ass-pussy, it is not because I am gay, its because I am submissive. My fancy woman Lisa knows that my abasement is what pushes all of my release.

That 's why I am in love with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the outdo pussyboy that I can be for her every single day of my life story.

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