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Hi, I lost a tablet and felt obliged to sterylise everything to date. I'm back with a better understanding of IT security. π
I'm still new and finding my way. I'm still having awesome fun meeting new and interesting people.
I still recognise that whilst I'm playing and having fun, I may seem to detract from the situation of many here who aren't having such a fine time. I do love being a guy, I truly do. Yet I find myself deeply sympathetic to the many here that weren't born into their ideal selves first time.
I will continue to live, laugh and love it up.
But I will always be mindful that, whilst sincere, I'm only a visitor.
If I overstep and/or offend, do please remind me of myself?
I have only two redeeming features.
I'm never ever not polite.
And I do accept criticism and direction without emotion.
I am hugely appreciative of the welcome and patience I've enjoyed here to date.
I am a strong character, it's not always welcomed. With your help and guidance, I'd like to become a good and balanced character too.
Please accept my enthusiastic excitement for the innocent naivety that it is. I'm not a stupid guy, I just might need telling the once.
That said, I wouldn't know how to "judge" someone at gun point!
You couldn't get me to tell a lie if you paid me real money.
And if I'm blessed to be in the position to help where I'm able? You'll already find me there, dug in, trying to help.
I'm hoping to meet a Tgirl(sincere or a fellow explorer), primarily, to assist with my development in understanding the practical element of feminine life (getting competent at make up and wigs is high on the agenda) and also to develop a physical/sexual friendship/relationship together, with a view to my adopting a correct and balanced understanding and appreciation of social interactions here in modern day UK.
To date, i've always been hetro, Alpha male and subject to the influences of my environment (let's go with largely toxic). I can't claim I was ever particularly pleasant, but behind it all, I've always felt a broad empathy. These days im too old to dither and diagress.Id like to do what's right and no longer just what's convenient
I, more normally, shy away from attention, but I recognise the spotlight's use in strategy.
I hope some of the above makes sense This was written from the heart, but my heart might be a really shit author.....π
I'm quite good looking (I'm told), I'm clean and (utilitarian) well dressed. I am intelligent, (but intelligent is as intelligent does....so I don't always appear clever! π) I do not have a filter, (in person, I often get shushed because a solution doesn't include people's emotional acceptance.π)
Simply put, it's a privilege to be here and amongst you and I hope I'm worthy of the help, patience and courtesy I've enjoyed this far.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I'm sure it didn't make much sense. Sry.
Dannyπ
I was asked about fantasies, I wrote the below.
Id admire your thoughts.
(I use the language to emphasize the imperative and intensity of emotion. I hope it doesn't simply result as coarse)
I've been fortunate enough to fix up a regular booty call with a really layed back Bahamian BBC who has a massive cock and knows just how to use it and regularly too!
I'm running late to get to his large and very pleasant house.
Finishing work, I fly back to mine and change into my candy pink Pu play suit and shorts. Remembering the tiny leather pink mini skirt last. A quick touch up of makeup and some fresh lipstick and I'm off towards the booty call and the promise of a good hard shag. As I pull up the drive way, I note a large number of visiting cars. all of them new and none of them cheap.
Letting myself in with my guest key, I enter the house and the raucous sound of a party in full swing meets me.
Dressed like a street corner whore, I realise it's his old college American football team come round. It happens a couple of times a year. They drink too much and talk shit. Maybe do some weed or catch a couple of lines only to be passing out where they do and sleeping it off for as long as they need it.
Well, I guess I don't mind getting caught dressed like this. I am finally happy with how I look as a woman. Three days a week down the gym, a strict diet, I've my own sunbed. It's taken some time but the twenty something's down the gym try to hit on me at least once a week. And I got that modeling offer through last month. Ever since my breast surgery, I seem to be attracting the assistance of admirers from miles around. So, anyway, whilst I'm only just satisfied with my look, I know damned fine I'm hot as fuck by anyone else's standards.
I enter the large kitchen and find myself joining the company of about 10 very very large men. The other half of the team will likely be in the den and are similarly proportioned.
The two giants closest to me are rough housing and spilling beer on the floor. They haven't noticed me enter, suddenly there's an imbalance in the shove me shove you stand off stale mate they been at until this instant, as one they lunge through me as if I was barely even of substance. The size of them meaning I'm hit by a wall of muscular flesh, no elbows or boney protrusions. just slabs of men. I'm stunned, but unharmed. The boys apologising, someone cursing at the waste of the last two beers in the house and giving out judgment, the punishment to include a sortie to purchase a resupply of beer, another voice laughingly suggesting that the lost beer be recovered by licking the spillage from about my person. The small crowds eager acceptance comes too fast to afford me any chance of protest. Within an instant! I'm surrounded by childishly enthusiastic tongues, all flitting and probing every crevice of me, penned in an impassable ring of muscle and sinew, seemingly running from floor to ceiling. My Bahamian friend approaches, I think to check my well fare and to gratefully stop this indignity, but no. laughing and encouraging his team mates to lick me clean. And worse now I see he's got that massive cock of his out and rod stiff. His deeds apparently inviting all present to mimic his actions. To a man they follow suit. 10 enormous phalluses. Each looking like some kind of weapon, poised ready to do harm.
Still slightly dazed and begining to realize with cold comprehension of the most probable routes of my immediate future, I remember to be thankful I racked up a monster line before I left the car. And blessed lord, Id thought to grab a fresh bottle of poppers as well. Better believe we're gonna need that!. Fleetingly my mind reminds me I've been on the PREP meds for a good week now. I do believe I'm gonna be grateful for that too! With a huge cock dwarfing each of my hands I'm just about to bend over to commence giving lip service to the task at hand, gloomily thinking to myself that this is going to be a good five hours work, I couldn't even bring myself to factor in the lads in the den to my calculations yet!, just then, from nowhere, hands like some kind of natural force are hoisting me high in the air. I'm pulled firmly against the upper, shirtless torso of Franky, the quarter back. Biggest of the monsters here standing at 6'11" and built to win arguments. Fleetingly, I remember I'd always wondered if he was all in proportion. I see now that he's not. in point of fact, it's quite substantially out of proportion. You could bloody call in inversely fuckin proportional if you wanted the right bastard adjective! , I mean! that fucking thing has to be 18" long and have a diameter of 5'". Fuck sake! There has to be the better part of 3 kilos of meat right there. It disappears from sight as my own legs obscure it's view. They in no way obscure the sensation as I'm lowered onto that truncheon of an appendage. As accurate with handling my slender form as he ever was with a football, I'm mercilessly skewered, my own weight driving a full Sunday roast squarely up my arse. Pleasure and pain meet and become parts of the same thing deep inside of me. Minutes have passed and feel like they should have been hours! There's been nothing for me except the relentless and brutally paced rhythm of my asshole being irreverently smashed to bits, I'm soaked in copious sweat now. I must look as I feel, like I've just run a marathon, hard! Thoughts of some kind of escape flash by my minds eye, I can't remember if I've been breathing. I remember the small vile of poppers and from the huge in-breathe I guess I hadn't been breathing. Such a huge breath of poppers, I teeter at consciousness's edge. Here in this calm I agree with myself the truth of my position. My asshole now belongs to Franky, the quarter back and I'm not getting it back. Somehow accepting this fact relaxes me towards embracing my situation. From somewhere at the core of me, deeper than feeling, deeper than thought, even deeper within me than those several pounds of man meat currently rearranging my lower intestine, a new feeling. A brand new feeling. One of great power and strength, and at once not unpleasant yet neither familiar to me. A feeling that is getting stronger. Joy and Glee. The feeling rising now, immensely powerful already, yet swiftly and hugely increasing still. Pleasure and pain. Sweetness and implicit sorrow. An actual raging storm within me now. A single feeling rips through me, wracking my body with a mind shattering and soul decimating orgasm the likes of which I wouldn't previously have believed possible, say a half hour ago. The world has irrevocably altered in that half hour. Stripped bare and rebuilt a new. The world would never be the same again. Such was the intensity of the feeling. It was beyond any mere certainty. A foregone conclusion.
I came to consciousness still being held in the air, just in front of the expanse that presents as Franky'chest, scant inches above the sharp end of Franky. I'm sure he was just holding me without intent, but the strength of the man simply ment there was no resistance to be offered. If he wanted to go again, well he would and I'd die and you know what? I was ok with that.
Mercifully, he didn't want another turn.
My situational awareness was nil. Mind and body numb from the dual assault of the cock and the orgasm. Could be that we were in the kitchen alone, or the entire team together with the complete opposition line up might have been with us in the room. I couldn't say. I can say that a lover has never scared me. Not really, truly scared me. I mean I've had some wild and crazy sex and sure there's been dangerous bits, near misses if you will. Nearly falling off the back of the motorbike whilst in flagrante that one time. The girl I did under the sea in scuba gear. A memory we'd recreate frequently during our time together. Anal, looking over the edge of an under sea cliff 7000' deep. Awesome....until that one time we run out of air. I guess I've had frights, but not been truly scared. I was truly scared when Franky spoke next. To me his words sounded like a funeral bell tolling. So chillingly cold and succinctly matter of fact.
He cheerfully said with a smile, "One down. 19 to go!"
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