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'' A Pussyboy 's level ''

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by tcs1963

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

I remember as a teenager seeing my first all-guy gay smut cartridge holder. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of advertizement, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those bozo together sucking and fucking, that my lilliputian rooster almost ripped through my blue jean.

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

Afterward, when I watched straight heterosexual person porn, I realized that what I was fantasizing about, more often than not, was the fair sex in the shot and what she was experiencing.

The female person porno actresses looked so submissive, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful orgasms. Their experiences seemed far Thomas More intense than anything that the male porno actors experienced.

I was fascinated and very curious by how it would feel 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 like ) and imagining that I was being fucked and going through the same experiences as those lady.

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

This led to a number of years of confusion and mild depression from not exactly fitting into established intimate roles. Those intuitive feeling lasted well into my tardy 20.

I was a fairly good looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team sports, mostly football and baseball game. I guess you could say I was a moderately popular teenage boy with the moderately pop teenage miss.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teen girls, and most clock time I had the extrusion in my pants to test it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a couple of young lady who helped me be sexually alive.

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

I was generally confused and did n't empathise the whole androgyny thing. I made myself very miserable trying to project out if I was gay or not.

I continued to bask dating girls and having straight experiences, and in my early 1920s, I went a bit pussy loony. Dating any girl that would put out.

needle to say, I still could n't rock the wholly homophile thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the embarrassment, was pretty wanton back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry to a guy that I met at a bar one nighttime when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his living room base in missioner side, with his ordinary size cock pushing in and out of me.

truth be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a jolly unsatisfactory experience. What I disliked most was that he was full-on gay and wanted Sir Thomas More intimacy, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't sense right to me.

With fair sex, I absolutely wanted to osculate and nest, and be intimate in this way. I did n't desire 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 submissive.

That first experience taught me a lot. It taught me that I certainly did n't sense any emotional connecter or attraction to men.

After that initial experimentation for a brief period, I tried to enshroud my feelings about being slavish. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having great sex, so I did n't remember about my offbeat side anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my side by side lady friend that made many of the composition of my intimate fretsaw puzzle fall into place. She truly found my rightful self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty lady, she was a attorney, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very levelheaded and unassailable woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a lifelike air of bureau. Like everything was naturally going to process out exactly as she planned in her life.

Everything was different about her to premature girlfriend 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 drive. Other things 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 sexually, but she was also very convinced and had a huge sexual movement.

As I began to give up to her about my submissive fantasies, and my brief encounter with homosexual activity. Rather than drive back her it served to land her dominant 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 head teacher into place, and literally grind her purulent onto my tongue and oral fissure.

She got into the verbal chagrin English of things, also. If I was n't licking her exactly the way she wanted, she would advertize my head away and slap me across the face.

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

Then she would pull my head back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in spot. It sounds much worse than it was because no matter what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one evening on the ride home from a Night out. She made me eat her pussy in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my entry to her authority.

I remember the cab driver asked her what was going on back there, and in her typical convinced deportment Lisa replied, `` My cunt is eating my wet pussy. ''

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

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

We tried so much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in heaven. I cherished her and loved our family relationship. I loved my ever more submissive role too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by women by strong women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the res publica from me, a dyad of class later. Although, we still keep in sense of touch, through the internet and telephone.

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 years, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle family relationship, including Male chastity, pegging, domestic discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 long time, my married woman has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three foresightful term bulls, during that period.

Our most recent bull's eye, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly absorb his prick, and he will occasionally sleep with me.

Unlike my start male person on male experience in my recently twenties, this time it feels decent to me. There is no aroused attachment to Micheal, he does n't want intimacy with me, no caressing or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi bodily process is because I need meekness and chagrin. I need to be submissive to her and her Bulls because it helps me be a better pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the circumstance.

When he cums in her pussy and I eat her creampie or I suck his great cock and he cums in my mouthpiece. 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 abasement is what pushes all of my buttons.

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

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