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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I love women but also love tgirls. I’m not saying either is better than the other it’s like two different flavours and I enjoy both. This is a true story but names have been altered. I have no interest in guys unless they are dressed as a tgirl. Fuck knows why I’m wired this way, but I am.
I’d put up my post, seeking a submissive tgirl, there were a few notes of interest by one girl Kate seemed genuine. We organised a time and place after a few cancellations it was a confirmed meet at hers. She gave me her postcode and number and I was on my way.
I’m v prescriptive of what I expect my sub to wear. Most importantly is that she wears what turns her on, and what will give me visual pleasure.
As I drove over, I remember the instructions that she had agreed to comply fully with.
1. Smooth ass and sac. I don’t mind a bit of hair, many tgirls are married and closeted so can’t always go smooth, and I fully understand that. Although that’s changing with the younger generation as it seems all genders are now smooth all over.
2. Stockings or tights, not hold ups. And if tights then no knickers. I love the feel of nylon as I rub my hand up a lady’s thigh. Won’t meet a tgirl if she’s bare legged, most love wearing nylons anyway. Something vet sexy about a girl in tights with no panties although I prefer the In seamed stockings, my fetish. Love running my cock and tongue along the seems.
3. Makeup and long hair, as ultra femme as they can, smoky eyes on s girl with long locks, fills my cock to bursting.
4. Of course all the rest is great too dress heels etc, but I prefer a tgirl to make her choice of what makes her feel sub. But if she’s wearing a pencil skirt, stilettos, see through knickers like a sexy sectary then all the better for me.
I arrived at Kate’s pressed the buzzer, she left the door ajar and I stepped into her tenement flat. The light was low, she was hiding behind the door, shy and nervous. She closed the door and without asking I switched on the light to see what she looked like.
I was slightly disappointed but not that much to stop my cock throbbing against my jeans. She wasn’t as idealised as her pics had presented, but she was more than good enough. Not as classy as my idealised sexy secretary, but still sexier than most genuine girls. She led me through to her living room, her arse swaying on impossibly high heels, a flash of her stocking tops under a tiny skirt, as she walked. We sat on a leather sofa, her skirt hiking up as she crossed her legs. She glanced nervously at me as I examined her more closely.
“Over my lap now!” I softly commanded. She instantly stretched over my lap and my hands gripped her nylon encased thighs, slightly spreading them then pushed her tiny skirt up over arse. She sighed in pleasure as I rubbed her panty clad arse. I could feel the rim of the plug that was already encased in her butt. |
