sweety
03-28-2011, 04:24 AM
I have been dressing up in women’s clothes since I was six.
Alone in the house I would dress up sexy in my sisters underwear.
When I was older I told my mother that I was wearing her panties. ''I love the feeling I get, dressing up as a woman'', I said.
She threw me out.
Now I have my own collection of silk panties, black stockings, bras, red high heels, kinky boots, etc., etc.
So what’s wrong with it?
Girls can dress up as boys, there's no reason boys can't dress like girls, right?
My first sexual experience was while I was wearing very sexy silky panties, but I won't go into that now.
One night, feeling horny, I went to a local Puerto Rican bar. Now these guys are macho and very jealous. Their women know this, but that doesn’t stop them from messing around. Man, they drink like crazy.
I was dressed like a hooker, just for the hell of it and wearing my favourite silk knickers. I always wanted to bump one or two of these teenage girls and get them pregnant.
These girls never learn their lesson, most of them are single mothers, they keep making kids with losers.
The band was hammering out a great percussion.
Puerto Rican girls sure know how to shake their booty. I was hot and drunk and still hotter when I put my hand under one of the girls short skirt, pulling at her string, the size of a shoelace.
Surprised, she slapped me.
''Alfredo'' the girl shouted.
"What's up, Eva?", he asked.
"F*cking lesbian pulled my knickers off!''
''What? F*cking dyke!'' Grabbing hold of me, he put his hand under my dress. "Man, that’s f*cking gross, she has cojones!"
I was beaten,
dragged from the dance floor and spat on in the narrow hallway,
before being dragged into the main street,
where I was punched some more and kicked in the ribs.
My skirt was totally torn and in this state of excited insanity,
the crowd smelled blood and refused to go home.
Some cried to go on, some to stop.
But they kept beating me just for the hell of it.
"He’s dead."
Disappointed they stopped, why waste energy on a dead man.
A blinding light:
I saw my friends and family and places of unbelievable beauty and peace. I had feelings of love that was far greater than I’ve ever experienced in the physical realm and wondered if I would make the lingerie sale on the High street.....
Alone in the house I would dress up sexy in my sisters underwear.
When I was older I told my mother that I was wearing her panties. ''I love the feeling I get, dressing up as a woman'', I said.
She threw me out.
Now I have my own collection of silk panties, black stockings, bras, red high heels, kinky boots, etc., etc.
So what’s wrong with it?
Girls can dress up as boys, there's no reason boys can't dress like girls, right?
My first sexual experience was while I was wearing very sexy silky panties, but I won't go into that now.
One night, feeling horny, I went to a local Puerto Rican bar. Now these guys are macho and very jealous. Their women know this, but that doesn’t stop them from messing around. Man, they drink like crazy.
I was dressed like a hooker, just for the hell of it and wearing my favourite silk knickers. I always wanted to bump one or two of these teenage girls and get them pregnant.
These girls never learn their lesson, most of them are single mothers, they keep making kids with losers.
The band was hammering out a great percussion.
Puerto Rican girls sure know how to shake their booty. I was hot and drunk and still hotter when I put my hand under one of the girls short skirt, pulling at her string, the size of a shoelace.
Surprised, she slapped me.
''Alfredo'' the girl shouted.
"What's up, Eva?", he asked.
"F*cking lesbian pulled my knickers off!''
''What? F*cking dyke!'' Grabbing hold of me, he put his hand under my dress. "Man, that’s f*cking gross, she has cojones!"
I was beaten,
dragged from the dance floor and spat on in the narrow hallway,
before being dragged into the main street,
where I was punched some more and kicked in the ribs.
My skirt was totally torn and in this state of excited insanity,
the crowd smelled blood and refused to go home.
Some cried to go on, some to stop.
But they kept beating me just for the hell of it.
"He’s dead."
Disappointed they stopped, why waste energy on a dead man.
A blinding light:
I saw my friends and family and places of unbelievable beauty and peace. I had feelings of love that was far greater than I’ve ever experienced in the physical realm and wondered if I would make the lingerie sale on the High street.....