Bigtitsbitch1000x
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I have the sense that this comment supports my refusal to suffer the attentions of two moronic creeps, Silly and Sharpy.
I have said that my holes are available to any man or woman. I have such a lust for cock that I go out with my b.f. and cruise for any other man I can find in front of him. One such prospect has physical aspects that are repellent.
But I am so needy sexually right now that I fantasize about fetishizing his condition. He is "connected" and protects me. His language to me is flirtatious but for years I was terrified of him. Now I am terrified of being denied his meat.
My b.f. sees me seeking strange and attempts to ignore it. But just as I was forced into sex work by my Big Domme, who put me in slut boots faster than one could say "lickety split," my b.f. is edging toward demanding feminization. Today he announced that he intends to begin dressing femme ASAP.
My b.f. is, in the end, an inadequate companion for me. He is basically a callow youth interested in me as a cultural icon.
He believes himself to be so gender-fluid that a change of wardrobe and a splurge of makeup will make his life better. He doesn't really get my reality.
My b.f. affects the manner and habits of a G, but has no more understanding of their real lives than he has of mine. He is pale and spectral. He fronts and runs away.
I do not intend to waste my time on the innocent. I want men who know what they want and know what to do. I have no interest in alumni of Blowjob Community College or of Buttsex University. I have outlined this moment in my time to emphasize that Shilly and Shaĺly have the credibility and clarity of a dead armadillo.
The thought of them approaching me or any other trans ho is unsettling.
I want to crawl before a rough-lookng Third World man I know, who plays baseball. His hair and skin are perfect. His cock somehow reminda me of cool honeydew melon.
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I have said that my holes are available to any man or woman. I have such a lust for cock that I go out with my b.f. and cruise for any other man I can find in front of him. One such prospect has physical aspects that are repellent.
But I am so needy sexually right now that I fantasize about fetishizing his condition. He is "connected" and protects me. His language to me is flirtatious but for years I was terrified of him. Now I am terrified of being denied his meat.
My b.f. sees me seeking strange and attempts to ignore it. But just as I was forced into sex work by my Big Domme, who put me in slut boots faster than one could say "lickety split," my b.f. is edging toward demanding feminization. Today he announced that he intends to begin dressing femme ASAP.
My b.f. is, in the end, an inadequate companion for me. He is basically a callow youth interested in me as a cultural icon.
He believes himself to be so gender-fluid that a change of wardrobe and a splurge of makeup will make his life better. He doesn't really get my reality.
My b.f. affects the manner and habits of a G, but has no more understanding of their real lives than he has of mine. He is pale and spectral. He fronts and runs away.
I do not intend to waste my time on the innocent. I want men who know what they want and know what to do. I have no interest in alumni of Blowjob Community College or of Buttsex University. I have outlined this moment in my time to emphasize that Shilly and Shaĺly have the credibility and clarity of a dead armadillo.
The thought of them approaching me or any other trans ho is unsettling.
I want to crawl before a rough-lookng Third World man I know, who plays baseball. His hair and skin are perfect. His cock somehow reminda me of cool honeydew melon.
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