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'' A Pussyboy 's write up ''

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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 a lot of heterosexual porn television. This is back when porn was much strong to come by and came on Vhs and genus Beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager seeing my first all-guy gay erotica 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 guys together sucking and fuck, that my little cock almost ripped through my jeans.

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

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

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

I was fascinated and very singular by how it would feel to be subservient 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 Sami experiences as those ladies.

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

This led to a number of geezerhood of confusion and soft Great Depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual function. Those spirit lasted well into my deep mid-twenties.

I was a fairly serious looking guy, while in school. Participating in a few team summercater, mostly football and baseball. I guess you could say I was a moderately democratic teenage boy with the moderately pop teenage girls.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and well-nigh times I had the bulge in my pants to leaven it. I had a few girlfriend relationships, even a dyad of girls who helped me be sexually active.

I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or underground meetings behind the bleachers. But I still could n't excite my desire to be more submissive, 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 unit bisexuality thing. I made myself very miserable trying to figure out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating little girl and having heterosexual experiences, and in my early twenty, I went a bit pussy weirdo. Dating any girl that would put out.

phonograph needle to say, I still could n't shake the unhurt homophile affair. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the plethora, was pretty well-heeled 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 living room flooring in missionary position, with his average out size cock pushing in and out of me.

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

With char, 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 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 feel any emotional link or attraction to men.

After that initial experiment for a brief menses, I tried to hide out my look about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful girl and we were having enceinte sex, so I did n't think about my kinkier side anymore.

After that kinship ended, it was what happened with my next girl that made many of the patch of my intimate jigsaw puzzle downslope into place. She truly found my true self for us.

Lisa was a very pretty peeress, she was a lawyer, who inherited her Fatherhood firm. She was a very intelligent and strong woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a innate air of authority. Like everything was naturally going to mold out exactly as she planned in her life.

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

To lead off with, on our first engagement she insisted that she pick me up, this had never happened to me before. I always did the driving. 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 positive and had a immense sexual drive.

As I began to open up to her about my subservient fantasies, and my brief encounter with homosexual bodily function. Rather than gross out her it served to lend her predominant side more to the head 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 headspring into blank space, and literally fag her pussycat onto my spit and mouth.

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

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

Then she would deplume my head back into her crotch, grasping my hairsbreadth firmly and holding me in place. It sounds much worse than it was because no thing 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 hack. Truly testing my submission to her authority.

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

He just busted out laughing and said, `` piece of ass, 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 virtually of the shag in are sex life, far more than I fucked her.

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

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the commonwealth from me, a couple of years later. Although, we still keep in touch, through the cyberspace and phone.

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

For the last ten years, we have been practicing an FLR lifestyle relationship, including male sexual abstention, pegging, house servant discipline.

Furthermore, for the past 5 years, my wife has successfully introduced cuckolding into our relationship, and together we have had three long terminus bulls, during that period.

Our most late horseshit, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual Male, and I am forced to regularly suckle his cock, and he will occasionally bonk me.

Unlike my starting time male on manlike experience in my late XX, this time it feels right to me. There is no excited attachment to Micheal, he does n't need intimacy with me, no smooching or cuddling.

As my mistress regularly confirms to me, my bi activity is because I need submission and humiliation. I need to be submissive to her and her fuzz because it helps me be a in force pussyboy. It 's not about the sex act, it is all about the circumstance.

When he cums in her kitty and I eat her creampie or I suck his large cock and he cums in my sassing. 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 love with her. That is why I worship her and strive to be the easily pussyboy that I can be for her every bingle day of my life.

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