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'' A Pussyboy 's storey ''

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by tcs1963

When I was growing up, I was always into daughter. I also loved to stroke my putz and watch a lot of heterosexual erotica videos. This is back when smut was much harder to come by and came on Vhs and genus Beta videotapes.

I remember as a teenager seeing my initiative all-guy gay erotica clip. It was at the end of another videotape, as some kind of advertisement, I guess.

I remember being so turned on, watching those guys together sucking and ass, that my little stopcock 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 understand my response, but the semen of experimentation had been sown, and they stuck with me as I grew Old.

Afterward, when I watched straight heterosexual porn, 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 pornography actresses looked so slavish, and beautiful. They also had the most powerful orgasms. Their experiences seemed far more intense than anything that the male person porn worker experienced.

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

This led to me experimenting with manly assplay, ( by putting things in my ass, mainly courgette 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 face. I would pinch my ass against the wall and stroke my stopcock as it pointed at my cheek. My own hot cum pouring all over my face when I came.

This led to a act of years of confusion and mild depression from not exactly fitting into established sexual roles. Those spirit lasted well into my belated 20.

I was a fairly good 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 democratic teenage girl.

I know I was definitely attracted to the teenage girls, and well-nigh times I had the protrusion in my pant to demonstrate it. I had a few lady friend relationships, even a couple of girlfriend who helped me be sexually participating.

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

I was generally confused and did n't read the wholly bisexuality thing. I made myself very miserable trying to calculate out if I was gay or not.

I continued to enjoy dating girl and having heterosexual experiences, and in my former twenty dollar bill, I went a bit cunt crazy. Dating any girl that would put out.

acerate leaf to say, I still could n't stimulate the hale homosexual thing. So I decided to actively seek out a guy on guy sexual experience. Which, once you got past the overplus, was pretty easy back then.

I eventually lost my ass cherry to a guy that I met at a bar one Nox when I was around 27-years-old. I remember lying on his living room flooring in missionary place, with his average sizing pecker 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 involvement, kissing and cuddling and that really did n't feel right to me.

With women, I absolutely wanted to snog and cuddle, 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 slavish.

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

After that initial experimentation for a brief period, I tried to hide my feelings about being submissive. I had met and was dating a really beautiful female child and we were having great sex, so I did n't call back about my kinkier side anymore.

After that relationship ended, it was what happened with my following lady friend that made many of the pieces of my intimate jigsaw mystifier fall into place. She truly found my true ego for us.

Lisa was a very pretty noblewoman, she was a attorney, who inherited her fathers firm. She was a very intelligent and strong woman, she was also very Dominant and just had a natural air of authority. Like everything was naturally going to turn out exactly as she planned in her life story.

Everything was dissimilar 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 take off with, on our number 1 escort 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 sexually, but she was also very sure-footed and had a huge sexual drive.

As I began to open up to her about my slavish fantasies, and my legal brief showdown with homosexual activity. rather than repel her it served to bestow her dominant side more to the forefront of our relationship.

She loved when I would eat her pussycat, and I remember I got to do that a lot. She would point my head into place, and literally craunch her twat onto my knife and mouth.

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

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

Then she would pull my principal back into her crotch, grasping my hair firmly and holding me in topographic point. It sounds often risky than it was because no subject what she said, I enjoyed worshipping her pussy.

I remember one evening on the ride rest home from a night out. She made me eat her snatch in the backseat of a taxi. Truly testing my submission to her federal agency.

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

He just busted out laughing and said, `` nookie, 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 nigh of the fucking in are sex life, far more than I fucked her.

We tried so much together, sexually and otherwise. I was absolutely in promised land. I cherished her and loved our kinship. I loved my ever more submissive purpose too, and I knew from that moment forward that I loved being dominated by women by inviolable women.

I was absolutely devastated when she moved across the body politic from me, a brace of years later. Although, we still keep in cutaneous senses, through the cyberspace 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 human relationship, including male chastity, pegging, domestic discipline.

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

Our most Holocene bull, Michealanis an extremely dominant bisexual male, and I am forced to regularly suck his cock, and he will occasionally have it off me.

Unlike my initiatory male on male experience in my later twenty, this clock time it feels right to me. There is no emotional attachment to Micheal, he does n't want intimacy with me, no kissing or cuddling.

As my schoolma'am regularly confirms to me, my bi natural action is because I need entry and humiliation. 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 context.

When he cums in her puss and I eat her creampie or I suck his large 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 kept woman Lisa knows that my humiliation 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 best pussyboy that I can be for her every single day of my life.

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