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'' A Pussyboy 's news report ''

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by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into girls. I also loved to stroke my cock and find out a lot of heterosexual porn videos. This is back when pornography was a good deal harder to come by and came on Vhs and Beta videotapes.

I remember as a stripling seeing my kickoff all-guy gay porn cartridge holder. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of ad, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those guys together sucking and fucking, that my little cock almost ripped through my blue jean.

But I was also feeling really confused and sort of shamed about enjoying it. I did n't bed or even understand my reaction, but the seeds of experimentation had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew honest-to-goodness.

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

The female porn actresses looked so submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful orgasms. Their experiences seemed far more acute than anything that the male porn thespian experienced.

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

This led to me experimenting with male assplay, ( by putting thing in my ass, mainly zucchini and the similar ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the same experiences as those ma'am.

The same thing with cumming on my look. I would raise my ass against the wall and stroke my cock as it pointed at my face. My own hot cum pouring all over my cheek when I came.

This led to a number of yr of confusion and mild Depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual function. Those tone lasted well into my previous twenties.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in schoolhouse. 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 missy.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and most times I had the bulge in my pants to prove it. I had a few lady friend family relationship, even a couple of missy who helped me be sexually fighting.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or secret meetings behind the bleachers. But I still could n't agitate my desire to be more slavish, and I continued in private to play with my ass and cum on my face.

I was generally confused and did n't understand the solid bisexuality thing. I made myself very pitiable trying to envision out if I was gay or not.

I continued to delight dating female child and having heterosexual experiences, and in my early on twenties, I went a bit puss crazy. Dating any girl that would put out.

Needless to say, I still could n't sway the solid homophile thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty well-to-do 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 animation room floor in missionary position, with his average size cock 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 amour, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't palpate right to me.

With woman, I absolutely wanted to snog 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 fantasy of what it was like to be more subservient.

That inaugural experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't feel any worked up link or attractive feature to men.

After that initial experimentation for a legal brief period, I tried to blot out my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful little girl and we were having great sex, so I did n't opine about my frizzly incline anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my next girl that made many of the while of my sexual fretsaw puzzle fall into place. She truly found my honest self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty gentlewoman, she was a lawyer, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very intelligent and solid woman, she was also very prevalent and just had a innate air of sanction. Like everything was naturally going to work out exactly as she planned in her spirit.

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

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

Do n't get me faulty, matter started out fairly vanilla but we quickly started to experiment in bed. As I said before, she was very dominant sexually, but she was also very surefooted and had a huge sexual drive.

As I began to spread out up to her about my submissive fantasies, and my legal brief face-off with homophile activity. quite than repel her it served to bring her predominant side more to the forefront of our relationship.

She loved when I would eat her pussy, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would guide my headland into space, and literally mash her snatch onto my tongue and mouth.

She got into the verbal humiliation side of affair, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would push my head away and slap me across the boldness.

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

Then she would pull my head back into her fork, grasping my tomentum firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much spoiled than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her kitty-cat.

I remember one even on the ride home from a night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxicab. Truly testing my submission to her authority.

I remember the taxi driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her distinctive sure-footed behavior Lisa replied, `` My gripe is eating my wet puss. ''

He just busted out laughing and said, `` Fuck, 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 roll in the hay in are sex life-time, far to a greater extent than I fucked her.

We tried so very much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in paradise. I cherished her and loved our relationship. I loved my ever more slavish use too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by women by substantial women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the nation from me, a couple of years later. Although, we still keep in touch, through the internet and telephone set.

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

For the last ten year, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle family relationship, including male sexual abstention, pegging, domestic discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 age, my married woman has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three recollective term pig, during that menses.

Our most Recent epoch bull, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual Male, and I am forced to regularly imbibe his putz, and he will occasionally lie with me.

Unlike my first of all male person on male experience in my late mid-twenties, this time it feels aright to me. There is no emotional attachment to Micheal, he does n't require intimacy with me, no necking or cuddling.

As my kept woman regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need compliance and chagrin. I need to be slavish to her and her copper because it helps me be a bettor pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the setting.

When he cums in her kitty-cat and I eat her creampie or I suck his bombastic cock and he cums in my mouth. Even when he fucks my ass-pussy, it is not because I am gay, its because I am submissive. My Mistress Lisa knows that my mortification is what pushes all of my push.

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

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