tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.comments2024-03-06T00:27:34.434-08:00Closet X ClosetDaisy Scissorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-62945952930608786942022-07-04T10:12:21.983-07:002022-07-04T10:12:21.983-07:00Esto fue ayer
De un de repente se me antoja hablar...Esto fue ayer<br />De un de repente se me antoja hablarle a Alicia y ver que pex<br />Me dice que Paulina está en promo 3200 la hora y media<br /><br />Se hacen la hora y llega ella super casual una faldita de mezclilla y un top cremita hermoso ,procedemos con el pago y y entra a la habitación.<br />Ya entro la saludo unos besos y platicamos un poco ,pero ella sin perder tiempo de un de repente me empieza a besar ,un rico agasajo en la cama ,después de los besos le pido un oral y muy rico sigue siendo un 9.5/10 ,me gusta su cuerpo y lo disfruto mucho, reposamos un poco y le dije que tenía ganas de verla desnudita y accede se desprende de toda esa ropa que se le veia muy sexy...<br />Nos aclimatamos un poco y empezamos los besos nos prendemos y dice que se arme ,me pone el gorro se acomodo de una manera perfecta que se coje de maravilla aya dentro ,me corro nuevamente y se termina el tiempo Fueron dos palos bien disfrutados entre varias posiciones y buen oral me gusto mucho el aroma que sale de su cuerpo mientras teníamos las relaciones y aparte es super alivianada...<br /><br /><a href="https://www.aliciadollshouse.com/monterrey/paulina-escort-nalgona-amateur-nivel-ejecutivo-2/" rel="nofollow">Paulina de con Alicia</a> ◄<br />3200 hora y media Promo<br />motel NiuAlfredo Medranohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06973327330072567293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-53510813087397280642019-11-03T12:59:24.884-08:002019-11-03T12:59:24.884-08:00¡Vaya que prosa tan terrible!... Quedé frío como l...¡Vaya que prosa tan terrible!... Quedé frío como la piedra antártica!, pero si todavía puedes leer esto, quiere decir que has sobrevivido y la vida no es tan mala como parece, solo deseo que hayas descubierto los placeres propios de tu cuerpo o: te los hayan proporcionado otro cuerpo que quiera verdaderamente tu felicidad. Te lo desea un ser, que ya es del futuro algo cercano como de 39 años...<br />Juay00Oscarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12862551547485841402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-81450230063504952262015-12-21T15:48:40.540-08:002015-12-21T15:48:40.540-08:00The essence of forced feminization is to push you ...The essence of forced feminization is to push you out of your comfort zone, and do all the things you fantasize about but are afraid to do in reality.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-11379102001153775122015-10-25T21:41:19.113-07:002015-10-25T21:41:19.113-07:00OMG! So true! Sneaking around wearing wife's p...OMG! So true! Sneaking around wearing wife's panties when she's not around. Or how she might even indulge you a little (mine will rub my cock with her panties & if I'm lucky from time to time she'll slip them on me!).<br /><br />How I wish that was me in Vegas turning into a femme gay sissy faggot.Jakladdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335929783697877343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-65505631885155381222014-10-15T10:50:16.081-07:002014-10-15T10:50:16.081-07:008Cool story. I have a story from a contest a while...8Cool story. I have a story from a contest a while back called "The Red Swimsuit" that you might enjoy. I recorded it but just didn't feel it worked as well as the written version.<br /><br />Maybe one day you can send me a story or we can work on one together.<br /><br />take care,<br />TeresaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-87637333928398346322014-09-12T16:30:28.501-07:002014-09-12T16:30:28.501-07:00Too funny, Yeah let's go that they are really ...Too funny, Yeah let's go that they are really for men.<br /><br />Love It!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14504046259511030790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-36614222166049169592014-05-20T13:52:44.175-07:002014-05-20T13:52:44.175-07:00Yep, the zipper is fully functional, and goes up a...Yep, the zipper is fully functional, and goes up all the way to the neck.Daisy Scissorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-53743593199358726512014-05-13T12:34:31.659-07:002014-05-13T12:34:31.659-07:00That scuba suit is frickin' hot. It looks lik...That scuba suit is frickin' hot. It looks like it has a functional zipper all the way to the neck? I know some women I'd like to see model that! -- JLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-36300711367338027382014-02-24T14:18:59.073-08:002014-02-24T14:18:59.073-08:00The older stuff here was originally a private diar...The older stuff here was originally a private diary, which I used as a way to sort through my confusing and embarrassing thoughts. There was no intended audience to impress. The fiction was for my own titillation, and that's why so much of it is so rough. There have been very few revisions. It all festered for years before I got the courage to put it online. I'm glad that someone has finally discovered it, and ecstatic that you're getting something out of it. Daisy Scissorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-44419893987833176332014-02-23T09:07:16.627-08:002014-02-23T09:07:16.627-08:00Bebe,
Bebe, as in B.B. which is "Bikini Bitc...Bebe,<br /><br />Bebe, as in B.B. which is "Bikini Bitch." I never leave blog roll gurls under their "real name." Unfortunately Blogger seems to have a mind of its own and changes them back sometimes.<br /><br />Anyway, you really cover a lot in this one post. I'm digesting it still. And your query isn't exactly prone to a simple answer. An answer that would be very different for me at 12, 18, 30 and 40.<br /><br />I've been slowly working my way through your blog a second time. I really enjoy its genuineness. I don't mind fiction if its good, but I don't like frauds. There are several popular ones out here in the cybernet. You know the ones I'm talking about. They publish poorly written fantasies of living the lifestyle of sissy-cuckolds as if they're real.<br /><br />But your diary has reminded me of some things in my own past and triggered my thinking. I hope to write some of it down eventually. Reading your stuff is really helpful in getting a grasp on my own past. I mean figuratively rather than literally this time! Sometimes this impossible fantasy of being a girl consumes me so completely, and I just start doing stupid things. <br /><br />So far I've always managed to scrape and claw my way back to reality, but as I feel the hole sucking me down once more there's that ever present fear if this will be the time when I don't resurface.<br /><br />JLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-55089064569786998042014-02-16T05:28:25.365-08:002014-02-16T05:28:25.365-08:00I remember Danielle's Playboy. I masturbated ...I remember Danielle's Playboy. I masturbated a few times to her pictorial. Sometimes I miss the pre-internet porn days. The anticipation of this month's ladies. Or the embarrassment of asking for an issue across the convenience store counter. <br /><br />Pam was a little over plasticized, but well she was sort of a fantasy whore, wasn't she. I pulled it more than a few times for her.<br /><br />I was living with a girl who had a Cosmo subscription. That was were I saw Claudia Schiffer the first time. I couldn't wait for my girlfriend to leave so I could masturbate to Claudia's cover photo! <br /><br />Thanks for the memories.<br /><br />http://www.modelinia.com/_content/slideshows/954/images/Claudia.jpeg<br /><br />http://img2.bdbphotos.com/images/orig/e/a/eam1qilue7egul71.jpg?djet1p5k<br /><br />http://galleryplus.ebayimg.com/ws/web/390687573496_1_0_1/1000x1000.jpgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-32702709745511052322014-02-08T12:47:54.048-08:002014-02-08T12:47:54.048-08:00I really enjoyed reading your "real life"...I really enjoyed reading your "real life" posts. I confess I didn't read all the fiction and fantasy. But your diary was meant a lot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-61115454910392632722014-02-08T12:44:40.966-08:002014-02-08T12:44:40.966-08:00"The sissy thing to have done would have been..."The sissy thing to have done would have been to either get rid of her or involve her in my fetish for women's swimwear and lingerie, rather than keeping it secret. She might have stuck around."<br /><br />Would you? You've said yourself that you regret catching sight of yourself in the mirror. That's not a slight. I'm the same way. What feels good doesn't necessarily look good. <br /><br />But maybe there are still ways. What if you asked your wife how she likes your appearance and style? Ask her if she'd like to help you become more fashionable. When you're looking at male models for ideas, comment on the more feminine touches. Perhaps a touch of mascara for starters? <br /><br />You get the idea. Nudge her to push you over the side of the fence on which you'd like to land and let her lead you. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-71449335972465789352014-02-07T18:27:02.683-08:002014-02-07T18:27:02.683-08:00JamieLin, thanks for stopping by.
What strikes m...JamieLin, thanks for stopping by. <br /><br />What strikes me about that time in my life is the cognitive dissonance. Back then, I had a huge mental block about sex with men. It inevitably came up in my fantasies, as a logical consequence of fantasizing about being a woman, but I resisted it for years. It was a line I was terrified of crossing, even if only in my fantasies. It took me years to overcome it, and eventually embrace it as a key part of my fantasies. <br /><br />However, weirdly, fantasizing about cock is part of the fantasy. It's a fantasy, squared. When not in the grip of this strange desire, I have no interest at all in men, and don't see anything sexual about them at all. But in my fantasy, I <i>wish</i> I did, because it would mean I'm that much more feminine.<br /><br />And yeah, part of it is also imagining that the appeal of being a woman is so strong and so obvious, that it would be incredibly fun to use my femininity to turn other men into women.Daisy Scissorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-38280385961634392422014-02-05T11:53:52.632-08:002014-02-05T11:53:52.632-08:00"I have a perpetual instinct on the lookout f..."I have a perpetual instinct on the lookout for girls." Once again your experience is my own. In the real world I'm never looking for or even at men. I want a woman, and when I spot one I want her. Sometimes only for a brief appreciation and a whimsical notion that I'd like to tap her. Other times even more, particularly if I see her regularly like a shop-girl or waitress. But with men, my gadar is up. If I see one looking that fraction too long I automatically react and discourage him with my recognition. When browsing the interweb as I begin yet another masturbatory session, I appreciate women for their beauty. As I look more I may begin imagining being them. Experiencing life as a woman--and all that entails. Finally hand touches meat and suddenly it all transforms, and I'm gay. Just another dude on my knees sucking dicks or being penetrated by the proverbial "real man." I really don't understand how that's come about in my brain. Please don't laugh. Sometimes I wonder if it's age. Is my body producing less testosterone making my brain more "feminine" and desirous of sexual contact with a man? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-67656480743514323832014-02-05T11:28:12.549-08:002014-02-05T11:28:12.549-08:00"I'll suck them off just for kicks, even ..."I'll suck them off just for kicks, even though it doesn't turn me on to think of men, just to see them squirm as they realize that a man is doing it, and they enjoy it just as much." This was a regular fantasy for me. While I fantasized about being a woman, the logical brain knows it can never happen, but I could still do at least two things that women do--dressing and sex. Giving head to a man accomplished two things. First, it affirmed my femininity by doing the most intimate of womanly things. My purpose was pure--to be a woman. Second, even though ordinarily heterosexual the act made HIM homosexual. That was my power. I was so good at being a woman I overcame his resistance to faggotry! Tell me our heads don't get messed up in this world. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-57975572676973341672014-02-05T11:04:32.719-08:002014-02-05T11:04:32.719-08:00"Girls rule." Exactly and effortlessly...."Girls rule." Exactly and effortlessly. In the end, I think it was about power. If I could wear their talismans then I would experience their power too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-21697459520760266872014-02-05T09:06:41.944-08:002014-02-05T09:06:41.944-08:00My first heels were wedge sandals too! Pilfered f...My first heels were wedge sandals too! Pilfered from my brother's girlfriend. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-17609564958025919962010-02-12T17:16:37.339-08:002010-02-12T17:16:37.339-08:00I wrote this when I was about 16 years old, and su...I wrote this when I was about 16 years old, and suffering from garden-variety teenage angst. It's tagged as fiction, but it started out as an outpouring of genuine frustration. What could possibly have been bothering me so much?ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-85609109781889700432010-02-12T17:31:48.047-08:002010-02-12T17:31:48.047-08:00This entry started out as a diary entry, taking th...This entry started out as a diary entry, taking the first post at face value, but suddenly evolved into some fictitious revenge fantasy character development experiment. At this point, much later than the first entry, I was bitter and disillusioned about a recent breakup. It's very stream-of-consciousness. <br><br>I think I was trying to say something, but I veered away from it at the last second...ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-41003148827736211392010-02-12T17:39:11.530-08:002010-02-12T17:39:11.530-08:00This entry, a continuation of the previous one, wa...This entry, a continuation of the previous one, was interspersed with frustrated self-criticism ("This is getting tiresome. I need a fresh start."; "This just ain't happenin', is it?"; "Oh well. So much for that. Try, try again...")<br><br>I had ambitions of being a writer in those days. I was trying out some ideas, but for some reason, it all felt forced and wrong. I didn't like where any of my writings were going. These were brainstorming exercises.<br><br>In truth, there was so much that I wanted to get off my chest, but I couldn't bear to say it.ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-504231338215285952011-01-09T09:34:39.963-08:002011-01-09T09:34:39.963-08:00It appears that at the time I created my Frankenst...It appears that at the time I created my Frankenstein stockings, I didn't quite know much about the intricacies of garter belts and stockings. I described the garment as a "G-string," edited above with a more accurate description.<br><br>I had cut up a pair of stirrups from an old baseball uniform for the garters, and sewed the ends onto the tops of the stockings I had cut from the pantyhose, and to the bottom of the control-top.<br><br>I guess I was too shy to go out and buy real stockings and a real garter belt. You couldn't easily order online back then, especially if you still lived with your parents.ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-21317822269176486882011-01-09T17:45:38.590-08:002011-01-09T17:45:38.590-08:00R__ was a sleazy greaseball of a man, and he ran a...R__ was a sleazy greaseball of a man, and he ran a music rehearsal studio set up like a stage in a nightclub. He also had a hot tub. The bathing suit belonged to one of the former models from his agency, whom he'd fathered a child with some 4 years earlier.ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-12159930608223315082011-01-09T20:11:08.100-08:002011-01-09T20:11:08.100-08:00Comments in parentheses in original.Comments in parentheses in original.ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15879517.post-20803191368058387382011-10-14T18:21:20.782-07:002011-10-14T18:21:20.782-07:00"Christina" is a girl that I spent embar..."Christina" is a girl that I spent embarrassing amounts of time trying to convince myself that I was in love with some years before writing this. She actually had a crush on me, but in my deranged emo mind, I just couldn't get interested enough in her. I saw her occasionally from time to time after that, but by then she was unavailable and uninterested, and I didn't even try to hook up with her. And yet, I was interested enough to write dirty fantasies about her...ClosetXClosethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532021663287170123noreply@blogger.com