Just like me, They long to be, Close to you
I’m not gay but I find women with manly features attractive. I met this girl on ********** she was from California a bit of a tom boy, short, looked a bit like my mother but more facial hair. She had a domineering nature much like the qualities of a macho male. She was like one of the guys. I flew from Dallas to Pasadena to meet up with her.
She wanted to meet up at a local hotel, she left a bag at the reception with instructions. I was to go to room 32 put a cage on my head, a ball gag in my mouth and wear a stud dog collar, blind fold, handcuffs and so on. I got changed in the room. I was excited I had never done bondage before. I cuffed one hand to the head of the bed pulled my blind fold down and attached the cuff of my hand. I waited, feeling powerless made me horny a lot like the time I injured my leg and my mothers hand rubbed against it the first time I realised I had a issue with premature ejaculation.
I didn’t know what to expect, deep down it exited me a bit like the time I watched a goat struggle to eat a carrot I often imagined my dick in its mouth. In her pictures she had an enlarged clit resembling a small penis it excited me thinking about sucking it dry and lapping up her unshowered pussy juice as it runs down her thigh.
I asked her during our correspondence to role-play as my mother. I had been waiting for an hour I could hear everything around me. a knock on the door a booming voice" MUMMYS HOME" I started to flush red and feel warm the anticipation was excruciating I was still flaccid mummy started to push what felt like a tent peg down the eye of my dick, I felt rough hands rubbing my shaft.
The sensation of the hand-job made me nostalgic about my days on the football team in high school. I didn’t really play, I just did ball handling skills in the change room. It wasn’t gay so it was ok
Something about group golden showers made me feel like I was a part of something bigger, the loneliness would wash away over filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin.
Growing up granddad would spank me for misbehaving. I looked forward to the beatings as his hand slapped me I would bite my lip it was ecstasy. When he died he was cremated, I had a dildo with a cavity in it, I filled it with his ashes and fucked my self with it while spanking my self with his ridding crop.
He always called me a effeminate ****** in his later years after bringing a hooker to grandads birthday dinner that turned out to be a man. I found out she was a dude after her cum got in my eye causing a infection, I have had a lazy eye ever since.
"IM NOT FUCKING GAY GRANDAD!"
Mummy switched on the TV I could hear the clunking of a VHS player. I could hear a rerun of sesame street during the Bing Crosby years, it made me nostalgic of giving hand jobs to black people in the parking lot of kfc.
Next door I could hear the loud music Carpenters -We've Only Just Begun I started to brace my self for the bizarre insertions that would follow.
I loved this song it like Abba dancing queen. Id tuck my penis between my legs and pretend I was a girl as I danced in front of the mirror singing into my hair brush ( WEVE ONLY JUST BEGUN) I truly was a dancing queen. I lost my virginity to that brush
At a young age I had many imaginary friends, the doctor diagnosed them as my schizophrenic persona’s. it would often feel like we were singing the chorus together
(So many roads to choose....)
( And yet we’ve just begun) I was a alter boy after many months of dedication, finally being finger by father tom was a high point much like the time I ambushed that retarded Downs-Syndrome person in a disabled toilet stall.
(WOOHOOO OOOOOO (song chorus)
She whispered in my ear " IM GONNA PUT A BIT OF SALT ON THAT LITTLE SLUG"
Id often masturbate to the carpenters music I would replay my montage of giving blow jobs at truck stops and paying hookers to peg me in my head.
( just like me, they long to, be close to you ...)
I often would day dream of growing up as a normal women., how did I get here in my greasy overalls a red neck mechanic that’s fingered all his 1st cousins. I started to evaluate my life as I felt the pain of the jump cable clips on my balls.
I have many regrets and not getting past 3rd base with my mum while she was unconcious it deeply effected me. she is the one and only women in my life I can abuse and fuck. no other women could live up to such standards. As MUMMY pierced my nipples and tazered my balls. I realise deep down that I was happy.
Mummys dump on my chest was the most refreshing change to my out look on life. One day if I have enough balls to cut my penis off and live as a women Id be truly happy. At times on the toilet I like to sing Can't Smile Without You by The Carpenters, While taking a dump and staring at the window, whilst reminiscing of the time I gave Evan herpes in a walmart toilet cubical.
She wanted to meet up at a local hotel, she left a bag at the reception with instructions. I was to go to room 32 put a cage on my head, a ball gag in my mouth and wear a stud dog collar, blind fold, handcuffs and so on. I got changed in the room. I was excited I had never done bondage before. I cuffed one hand to the head of the bed pulled my blind fold down and attached the cuff of my hand. I waited, feeling powerless made me horny a lot like the time I injured my leg and my mothers hand rubbed against it the first time I realised I had a issue with premature ejaculation.
I didn’t know what to expect, deep down it exited me a bit like the time I watched a goat struggle to eat a carrot I often imagined my dick in its mouth. In her pictures she had an enlarged clit resembling a small penis it excited me thinking about sucking it dry and lapping up her unshowered pussy juice as it runs down her thigh.
I asked her during our correspondence to role-play as my mother. I had been waiting for an hour I could hear everything around me. a knock on the door a booming voice" MUMMYS HOME" I started to flush red and feel warm the anticipation was excruciating I was still flaccid mummy started to push what felt like a tent peg down the eye of my dick, I felt rough hands rubbing my shaft.
The sensation of the hand-job made me nostalgic about my days on the football team in high school. I didn’t really play, I just did ball handling skills in the change room. It wasn’t gay so it was ok
Something about group golden showers made me feel like I was a part of something bigger, the loneliness would wash away over filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin.
Growing up granddad would spank me for misbehaving. I looked forward to the beatings as his hand slapped me I would bite my lip it was ecstasy. When he died he was cremated, I had a dildo with a cavity in it, I filled it with his ashes and fucked my self with it while spanking my self with his ridding crop.
He always called me a effeminate ****** in his later years after bringing a hooker to grandads birthday dinner that turned out to be a man. I found out she was a dude after her cum got in my eye causing a infection, I have had a lazy eye ever since.
"IM NOT FUCKING GAY GRANDAD!"
Mummy switched on the TV I could hear the clunking of a VHS player. I could hear a rerun of sesame street during the Bing Crosby years, it made me nostalgic of giving hand jobs to black people in the parking lot of kfc.
Next door I could hear the loud music Carpenters -We've Only Just Begun I started to brace my self for the bizarre insertions that would follow.
I loved this song it like Abba dancing queen. Id tuck my penis between my legs and pretend I was a girl as I danced in front of the mirror singing into my hair brush ( WEVE ONLY JUST BEGUN) I truly was a dancing queen. I lost my virginity to that brush
At a young age I had many imaginary friends, the doctor diagnosed them as my schizophrenic persona’s. it would often feel like we were singing the chorus together
(So many roads to choose....)
( And yet we’ve just begun) I was a alter boy after many months of dedication, finally being finger by father tom was a high point much like the time I ambushed that retarded Downs-Syndrome person in a disabled toilet stall.
(WOOHOOO OOOOOO (song chorus)
She whispered in my ear " IM GONNA PUT A BIT OF SALT ON THAT LITTLE SLUG"
Id often masturbate to the carpenters music I would replay my montage of giving blow jobs at truck stops and paying hookers to peg me in my head.
( just like me, they long to, be close to you ...)
I often would day dream of growing up as a normal women., how did I get here in my greasy overalls a red neck mechanic that’s fingered all his 1st cousins. I started to evaluate my life as I felt the pain of the jump cable clips on my balls.
I have many regrets and not getting past 3rd base with my mum while she was unconcious it deeply effected me. she is the one and only women in my life I can abuse and fuck. no other women could live up to such standards. As MUMMY pierced my nipples and tazered my balls. I realise deep down that I was happy.
Mummys dump on my chest was the most refreshing change to my out look on life. One day if I have enough balls to cut my penis off and live as a women Id be truly happy. At times on the toilet I like to sing Can't Smile Without You by The Carpenters, While taking a dump and staring at the window, whilst reminiscing of the time I gave Evan herpes in a walmart toilet cubical.
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