((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Start to curl my hair dayley

Rain had only just stopped when I stepped into it, the bricks to my left sweating out the day’s cold like they were ashamed of it. Red light bled down the wall from some unseen sign, staining the mortar like an old wound. The ground was slick, puddles trembling at the slightest whisper of wind, turning every flicker of neon into a broken mirror.
And there I was wrapped in black satin.
People imagine cloaks like this are heavy wool or ancient velvet, something dragged from a crypt or stitched by candlelight. Mine isn’t. It’s polyester with a satin silk touch finish. It gleams like midnight oil. It flows like water. It clings when the air grows damp. Practical, really. Fantasy aesthetics, modern materials.
Still, when it moves, it sounds like secrets.
The hood sits low over my face, not because I’m hiding, but because it feels right. The fabric drapes from my shoulders in deliberate folds, catching the dim light and holding it for a heartbeat before letting it slip away. The hem trails behind me, drinking from the wet pavement. Each step pulls a faint whisper from the ground, a soft shhh as though the alley itself is urging me onward.
I pause midway down.
There’s a particular stillness in places like this an out of season quiet, the kind that makes even distant traffic sound like it’s happening in another life. My reflection shivers in a puddle at my feet. The cloak makes me look taller there. Broader. Almost mythic.
That’s the trick of it, really.
You put on something like this and the world rearranges itself around you. The bricks become castle walls. The fire escape above turns into a wrought-iron battlement. The neon haze thickens into enchanted fog. And the ordinary act of walking home from a late shift becomes a pilgrimage through shadow.
But here’s the truth: I wear it because I like how it feels.
The satin lining is cool against my skin at first, then slowly warms, molding to me. The weight isn’t oppressive it’s reassuring. Like being wrapped in night itself. The gloves at my hands shine when I flex my fingers, catching the blue glow from the streetlight at the far end of the alley.
I hear footsteps behind me.
Not close. Not threatening. Just distant enough to remind me that I am not the only story moving through this city. I don’t turn around. The cloak does that work for me, rippling slightly as I shift my stance, letting whoever it is see only a silhouette.
Let them wonder.
There’s power in ambiguity. In becoming a shape rather than a person. In letting the wet pavement carry your reflection farther than your shadow.
A gust of wind slips down the alley and catches the cloak’s edge. For a moment, it billows out behind me like a dark sail. The fabric flashes with a slick, liquid sheen, then settles again, obedient and heavy.
I step forward.
The puddles part around my boots. The bricks watch without comment. The neon hum continues its low, electric chant.
I am not a sorcerer. Not a vigilante. Not a figure from some ancient order.
But in this alley, under this light, wrapped in satin black that drinks the world and gives nothing back, I am something close enough.
And sometimes, close enough is all you need.

Party in Black

((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

(How to Spot a Fake)

There is a few things you can look for when spotting Fake Pictures.

Of course there is also the Very Poor Picture quality which people use to hide FAKE enhancements which can make things tricky.

A high percentage of users use Ai in the form of Apps and Software to change there appearance. FaceApp, Snapchat and many many more Ai based tools are available to change your appearance.

The old addage that says if it's too good to be true then it probably is, a 60 year old will not have Flawless Skin and Flawless Legs. As you will see

Large Body, Big Hairy Arms, Large Fingers, with beautiful flawless Face, errr No, Fake.

Many Ai creation Software/Apps struggle to Create Hands, Hair, Facial Skin, Backgrounds. Will expand on this ..

Hands take alot of Ai processing power and many times there will be mistakes like, Six fingers, Rings that span two fingers, Hands that Blend into other Bodyparts.

Facial Skin is very often not Flawless, Freckles, Spots, Blemishes, Moles, Fine Hair, Often All Missing, If it's Flawless it's more than Likely Fake, unless they are Professional Models, but enen they have freckles spots blemishes and birth marks even with loads of makeup.

Backgrounds are often either Blurry or very Perfectly Random, Often not associated with any other Photo in someone's collection, Sometimes Backgrounds are set in Luxury Rooms with Gold Plated Furniture, Not usually associated with a UK Council Estate, or Someone on Job Seekers Allowance... Common Sense on much of this.

Bare Feet can be tricky for Ai Software too same as Hands, Same Rules Apply.

Other people in the same photo can end up Morphing into Clothing or even other people's Body Parts, Skin near Skin of two people can be an Ai nightmare so look out for this.

Scale is an Ai issue too, look out for Big Heads, Small Legs, way out of proportion Body Parts, all common mistakes.

Hairy Chest, Flawless Face, - Fake. Hairy Big/Overweight Body, Flawless Face and perfect legs - Fake.

Common Sense Prevails here, Think about who you are looking at, How Old, How Fit, Younger Fit People will use Natural Pictures as they have no need not too.

Very Blurred and Poor quality photos are often used to hide something.

Look out for photos where every shot shows the head in the same position and looks totally flawless, This is because this Face Position is the best one for the Ai Software/App to make the face look the same each time... Otherwise they may end up looking different... Fakes.

Look carefully at the photos you like, don't just see a pretty picture and assume it is real, have a look at others they have done, don't play into there Fake loving hands.... They are trying to make you look a fool because they can con you.... Don't let it be you.

This is just the Basics, Hope it helps. After a while you will find it easier to spot these Fakers... Enjoy your new skill

Please ask for guidance if your unsure about anyone...

All my pics as you can see are me and mine, what you see is what you will get if you want it xxx

Woner how many of us here dress secretly and then when wandering around the lingerie department with the mrs in M&S are secretly looking at what woud look good on you.

Party Suit

Morning before Party

Morning News before Party

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No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Changed up my nails last night.. so, here's my current mani.. #nails #nailart

The rain came down in sheets, the kind that makes you wonder if the sky has finally decided the city's sins need a proper rinse. It hammered the cobbles like an angry landlord demanding back rent, and the neon signs those hopeful lies in electric pink and acid green fizzed and spat reflections that danced across puddles deep enough to drown a man's regrets.
I stood there under the brim of my hat, which had given up pretending to be waterproof about three streets ago. The turquoise satin trench coat clung to me like an ambitious squid, heavy and glistening, the sort of garment that looks magnificent in the mirror at three in the afternoon and ridiculous at three in the morning when you're soaked to the marrow and smelling faintly of wet ferret. But dignity is a luxury, and mine had pawned itself years back for a bottle of something that promised to forget.
Beside me stood the Turquoise Queen.
She didn't so much stand as preside. The satin hijab caught what little light there was and threw it back in shimmering defiance, while the oversized headscarf cascaded into a chiffon voile veil that billowed and swirled in the fog like the ghost of a particularly extravagant wedding dress that had died of embarrassment. Every time she moved even to breathe the fabric whispered secrets to the night air, expensive secrets involving rose attar and old money and perhaps the occasional small assassination. In this monochrome world of stark blacks and murderous whites, she was a scandal in turquoise, a splash of colour that the rain itself seemed too polite to touch.
I took a drag on the cigarette that had somehow survived the deluge. The smoke curled upward in lazy question marks, as if even it was wondering what the hell we were doing here.
"You know," I said, because silence is only golden until it starts to rust, "most people come to this northern town looking for opportunity. Or revenge. Or a decent kebab at two in the morning. Very few arrive dressed like the centrepiece of a particularly expensive funeral."
She tilted her head, and the veil shifted in a slow, liquid motion that suggested physics had been bribed. "And yet here I am, Grimshaw, The Gumshoe. Opportunity found me first. It was wearing a cheap suit and carrying a very sharp knife."
I grunted. Grunting is cheaper than conversation and usually gets the same results. "Opportunity has a habit of leaving bodies behind. That's why they pay me to follow the stains."
A passing drunk staggered through a puddle that may or may not have contained tomorrow's headlines. He stared at her veil as though it might contain the meaning of life, then decided it probably didn't and lurched onward toward whatever oblivion still had room for one more customer.
The fog thickened, turning the streetlamps into soft, accusing halos. Somewhere in the distance a greasy takeaway exploded in a brief symphony of swearing and sizzling fat. Life in the town: always conducting itself with unnecessary drama.
She lifted one gloved hand turquoise, naturally and pointed toward the mouth of an alley that smelled strongly of yesterday's fish and tomorrow's trouble. "The man we're after went that way. He thinks shadows will hide him."
"They won't," I said. "Shadows in this town are unionised. They demand overtime for hiding villains after midnight."
Her laugh was low, like velvet dragged over broken glass. "Then let us give them something to earn their pay, Detective."
I flicked the cigarette into a puddle where it hissed its last. The Turquoise Queen moved ahead, veil trailing like a comet's tail made of expensive regret. I followed, because that's what you do when the only alternative is standing alone in the rain wondering why the universe bothers.
Somewhere ahead, a door creaked. A scream started, then thought better of it.
The night was just getting interesting.

Patti thinks her yoga classes are starting to tighten up some places

I live within a sanctuary of reflection, a shimmering Satin Wonderland of towering, gilded mirrors that capture every fold of my existence. I am a creature of history, a mature queen of a certain vintage, and my world is defined by the rustle of fabric. Here, I am swaddled in an endless supply of sissy satin dresses, gowns that trail like silken rivers, and gloves that reach toward my shoulders, smoothing the passage of time.
"Oh my," I whisper to my reflection, my voice a raspy cello. "Today is the day for the hallowed turf."
But one does not simply walk onto the pitch at Wembley Stadium to play British football without the proper armor. This is not a match for jerseys and cleats; this is a clash of POMPÖÖS Couture.
I began my transformation with the foundation of my "entity." First, I stepped into the ivory white modest high neck satin evening dress. It is a plus size masterpiece of elegance, the long balloon sleeves puffing out like clouds of cream, the flowing tulle skirt whispering secrets against my ankles. But as the London air turned crisp and the fog began to roll off the Thames, I felt the call for more.
I reached for the wedding gown, its chiffon veil a ghostly mist. I wrapped a heavy ivory satin headscarf tightly around my skull, securing my wisdom and my wig beneath its weight. Then, I layered. I pulled on the Victorian style black ankle length dress a triumph of high necklines, puffed bell sleeves, ruffles, and intricate lace trim.
As I pulled the black gown over the white, the layers merged. I was no longer wearing two dresses; I was wearing a singular, monumental entity composed of Satin, Taffeta, Georgette, Chiffon, and Organza. To finish the silhouette, I added the poofy, extravagant, ultra femme large ladies’ flamboyant satin skirt over the hips, creating a volume so vast I could barely fit through the mahogany doors of my dressing room.
I looked at my vanity. Seven large headscarves black and white laid out for the week. I chose a heavy black Georgette to wrap over the white satin, pinning it with a rhinestone crown. I slid on my newly found long opera gloves, the silk pulling tight against my skin, and stepped into my elegant shoes.
Wembley was a sea of POMPÖÖS madness. Twenty two drag queens, each a monument to Glööckler’s baroque vision, stood upon the emerald grass. Rhinestones caught the stadium lights like a thousand stars fallen to earth. There was Trixie in a gold leafed bodice and Bella in a crimson velvet train that required two ball boys to carry.
"Right then, girls!" I shouted, the wind catching my chiffon veil. "Let’s show them how a lady tackles!"
The whistle blew. I didn't run; I glided. The multiple layers of my dress the Georgette over the Taffeta, the Organza beneath the Satin created a rhythmic shush shush sound that drowned out the roar of the crowd. When the ball came toward me, I didn't kick it with the grace of a sportsman; I met it with the immovable force of three hundred yards of couture.
The ball hit my flamboyant satin skirt and simply died, swallowed by the sheer volume of my ruffles. I pivoted, my bell sleeves catching the wind like sails. I saw an opening. With a flick of my opera-gloved hand to steady my headscarf, I sent the ball flying toward the goal with a delicate tap of my elegant heel.
As the net bulged, the stadium erupted. I didn't celebrate with a slide on the grass heaven forbid, the grass stains on the ivory tulle would be a tragedy. Instead, I stood at the center of the pitch, surrounded by my sisters in their crowns and silks, and looked into the imaginary mirrors of the sky.
In my Satin Wonderland, I am a queen. At Wembley, in my POMPÖÖS layers of black and white, I was a princess of the game. Oh my, indeed.

Lace skirt and latex skirt on with petticoat and stockings and suspenders and garter and heels x
#skirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Used Part 1

A Local Man got in touch saying that his wife was away Monday to Thursday so he had 3 days free if I was interested in fully servicing his needs, he sent me the obligatory photos with the assurance that he would be Smooth and wearing his wife's Stockings or Holdups, after seeing the photos as far as I was concerned I had no choice at all, I felt it was my duty to go... He was around 7" when Hard so a nice length but he was twice as thick as me, so was extremely impressive.
I said yes I will do what I can for you and I asked where he had found me, he said he came across all my stories and that was that.
So I new he knew what I look for even before we met...I could tell he was just a regular guy taking advantage of my details and likes.
He then said what are you doing Monday, I said I'm at work Monday 6am till 2.30pm then pick my Wife up at 5pm....
He new he was only up the road from me and said he wanted a visit, first thing in the morning about 5.10am before work then another straight from work around 2.45pm and at 4pm before collecting your wife.. .
I thought WTF .... And just said yes of course...
Again letting myself down.
I turned up at 5.10am where he let me in still in robe, he was tall and stocky not that it mattered, he sent me with my bag into the bathroom to get ready.. Then he suddenly shouted forget getting ready just put a wig on as I can't be bothered this early.. oh ok so I grabbed my wig, brushed the long blonde hair and went into the bedroom where he grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor between the bed and the wall which was quite tight....
He said that's for you so I went over and knelt on it, he squeezed past still with robe on and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, he then lay back, and spread his legs placing them on the wall behind me, his large thick Co ck hanging there smooth shaven, Head back ready, just calling to me to help myself.... Not that I had a choice.
He just said help yourself and let yourself out when you have done, he was right over the edge as he was well supported on the wall, his smooth sacks were hanging too, not too big just nice, I lifted his large shaft with my hand and cupped his head in my mouth, wetting and sucking best I could, as he started to get harder I switched to two hands, wanking and sucking at the same time, I got used as he got hard, his co ck like mine was very flexible and could lie flat and co ck straight out into my mouth, as time was short I switched to Sucking as tight as I could behind his co ck head a couple of inches back and forth concentrating on moving the loose skin making the most sensation possible, luckily after several intensive minutes he suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, re inserted his co ck, and with his big hands held my head firm and used me to Head Fu ck, sliding me up and down his shaft, on odd occasions making me gag as he hit my throat...
He was getting faster, and started to moan. .
He said Don't Waste any ..
Suddenly he paused with co ck head just in, and a massive blast filled my mouth, I swallowed as quick as I could, which was tricky with his thick load, my mouth was full again, I kept swallowing and then one last half blast, filled me again, eventually I swallowed it all up, he lay back and said clean up the drops and then go and I will see you later at 2:45pm
I cleaned the last few drops as he shrank down, licked his eye a few last times making sure it was clean and serviced properly..
I left my bag ready and went to work.. .

Just started a relationship with a beautiful trans woman. I’m looking forward to our future together Mia

I changed make up
To very bi...
And silver pale shade
My age's not passing
Verifiiii
So I could not engage...
In world of dangerous
Bi girls
That might seduce me
By heart force...

I wear baby shorts
And lace
Long boots without heels
Perhaps it is too childish
Suit
For guys in verifiiii?....

It got to be I and somebody........I mean a sweetheart

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No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
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Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


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Tammy's ex missus has stolen all my sluty outfits and my big fat dildo. So I have to start my sissy collection all over again. Tammy would love to **** my arse with my 9" dildo right now and video it to show you all, but all I have is my fingers

Good morning everyone , my partner's dress , background changed to suit the style of dress xx

This me a few years ago must be I started thinking cross dressing lol
Background changed cos I didn't think you wanted to see a unwashed car

No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


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I'm starting to think that red is really my color... what do you think?

A CD called Kev got in touch wanting to meet up but we had a problem we both are married and could not easily accommodate so it seemed like a non starter from the beginning, it was a shame as we had near enough the same CD preferences, kev was Smooth where it was needed and he was Into Lingerie like me, as we chatted it was clear that he had a no mess approach to knowing what he wanted, which is exactly what most want if they were honest about it.
I told him that I finish work around 2pm and I'm home changed and trimmed by 3pm the only problem is my wife can turn up anytime even though she finished at 5pm...
I told him I often work in my Shed/Workshop which is heated but it's not exactly comfortable..
He suggested that if he arrived for about 3pm we could have fun of some sort in the workshop that way if the wife came back early, I could suggest it was a colleague from work...
I thaught it out and to be honest could not come up with a reason not to, so arrangements were made, we had discussed him being dressed already under his normal clothes, which I did the same after I fully prepared myself in the bathroom.
Kev arrived and after a quick greeting and chat, he used the bathroom to freshen up after his trip.. we then made our way to my small workshop now as tidy as it ever was and already nice and warm with my fan heaters.
I locked the door, and this is always a nervous part, I always ask if he/she wants to carry on and most of the time it's a yes, so I take off my Joggers, revealing Stocking Tights and Tiny Sheer Thong, I grabbed a bag which had my Red Stilettos and a Basque which I asked Kev to help with as they can be a bitch to get on, zipped ones are best.. Kev then removed his Joggers and he had Crotchless Tights then grabbed his bad and surprised me with some 2" Stilettos which was a little bonus, he had regular black Knickers but only his regular T-shirt on top, I suggested he, tie/knotted his t-shirt at the front, which was perfect...
I wasted no time and asked him to remove his knickers which he did, I did the same, I was trying to keep Calm and not get over excited.
I grabbed a seat cushion and put it on my workbench and pulled myself up onto the edge, I opened my legs, holding my knees and said, help yourself....
Kev dropped to his knees, put his arms round my thighs and sucked my semi into his mouth, giving it a full mouth wetting, unsurprisingly I started to get hard, at which he switched to sucking up and down my now solid ****....
I said stop, we swapped, I did the same, I slid his beautiful smooth **** into my mouth, already hard, after giving it a good wetting I cupped his **** with my lips just behind his **** head, then I did quick short sucks up and down, nice and tight, no more than two inches movement, up and down... It had the correct result, moaning with pleasure, after a few minutes we swapped again, then again, eventually we were both fairly close, I grabbed the sun bed cover and lay it on the floor, I lay down and asked him to 69....
No arguments there. .. he got on top sliding his hard shaft in my mouth ready, I started on him again as he did with me, after a few more minutes I was getting close, I said pause, which he did, then a few more minutes he said he was getting close, so I said start, he wasted no time, sucking the life out of my hard ****,vivwad close again, I started oh his again, really going for it.... A minute or two later, I shot my load into his mouth, he was swallowing just as my mouth was being filled twice with his juice, oh my got this Feed was amazing....
We were both so pleased with our Feeds, it was definitely on the list for the next available moment, to feed again....

I changed up my nails today so... here's my current mani... #nails #nailart

Photo Dump Part 2 of one of my favorite dresses ever

Heres Photo Dump part one of one my favorite dresses

a little part of me

I can't give you hearts for Valentines, so here are a dozen red roses!

((Feel Free to Share if you like 🩷))
No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


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Happy valentine day (single btw)

No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Got home from work stuffs, kicked off my pumps and started playing yakuza 3 kiwami didn't change or take my makeup off.. it's almost 4am and im going to shower, shave stuffs, and play some more when i get out.. hope you're all doing well

******* took me shopping today. Got 3 new silk night gowns, alot of cute pants and 4 new short skirt dresses. Starting to think she likes to see me swing under a skirt hehe.

More hearts for this weekends Valentines!

I am sixty four, unemployed after caring for the last few years for my wife, and a widower of exactly three months. My wife died from a long ilness on the 12th of November 2025. The house is a 1970s terraced end of row in a quiet Midlands estate, two up, two down, pebble dash front, UPVC windows, the kind of place where neighbours know when you put the bins out. No children, long grown up and moved away, nor other family members, just me and the central heating that clicks on at six-thirty every morning whether I want it to or not.
We were married forty five years. I worked in the same warehouse until they made me redundant in 2020, she kept the books for a small solicitor until her diagnosis. After the funeral I sold her car, cancelled the window cleaner, and the weekly supermarket internet shopping and started drawing on my tiny pension. The days are long and the nights are longer.
Most evenings I sit in the front room with the curtains drawn and the television on mute. Tonight the house feels smaller than usual. The clock on the mantelpiece says 21:17. I stand up, switch off the lamp, and walk upstairs in the dark.
In the spare bedroom her sewing room that became my dressing room I open the tall IKEA wardrobe. The left side is still her dresses and coats. The right side is mine: the secret side. Rows of satin headscarves in every colour, polyester foulards bought on eBay, oversized satin hijabs in midnight black and charcoal, metres and metres of sheer chiffon voile in black, graphite, and the deepest ink. Some still smell faintly of the fabric softener she used.
I undress slowly. The mirror on the wardrobe door is cheap and slightly warped, but it is honest. Naked, sixty-four, soft belly, thin legs, the body of a man who has outlived his usefulness. I reach for the black satin corset first, cheap second hand eBay corset lingerie, lightly boned, size 3XL. I hook it closed until my waist and soft belly shrink and my breathing turns shallower. Then the high waisted black satin knickers, the sheer black stockings with the wide lace tops, the long line black satin slip that whispers against my skin like a promise.
Next the dress: a full skirted 1950s style mourning day dress made from heavy black polyester satin, high collar, long sleeves, hem that brushes my ankles. Over it I tie a wide black satin sash that cinches across my contained belly. The fabric is slippery, cool, obscene in its shine.
Now the head. This is the part that matters most.
I choose the largest satin hijab first, jet black, 140 cm square, heavy bridal satin that catches every stray bit of light. I fold it into a triangle, drape it over my head so the point hangs down my back, then bring the two ends under my chin and tie them in a tight knot at the nape of my neck. The satin lies glossy and taut across my forehead, smooth over my ears, covering every grey hair. It feels like being sealed.
Over the satin I pin a second layer: a sheer black chiffon voile scarf, almost transparent, 120 cm square. I drape it loosely so it falls across my face like a mourner’s veil from another century, but softer, more sensual. The chiffon drifts against my lips when I breathe. I can see through it, only just, but the world is softened, blurred, intimate. I add a third scarf, a smaller polyester foulard in charcoal, tied bandana style over the top to weight the chiffon down and keep it in place. The layers stack: satin underneath, chiffon floating, polyester binding. My face is gone. Only eyes, mouth, the suggestion of a nose remain.
I step back. The mirror shows a figure that is neither man nor woman, neither past nor present. A black satin widow from a fever dream. The train of the dress drags on the cheap carpet, the petticoat beneath it rustles. Every movement makes the satin sigh.
I walk downstairs like this, tiny steps because the corset and the long skirt will allow nothing else. The chiffon veil brushes my lashes. In the kitchen I pour a large whisky with gloved hands, black satin opera gloves that reach my elbows. I carry the glass into the living room, sit on the sofa, cross my legs at the ankle the way she used to. The layers of satin and chiffon settle around me like a second skin.
Outside, a car passes. Inside, the only sound is the soft hiss of fabric when I breathe.
Three months a widower. Forty five years a husband. Sixty four years a man who has always, secretly, wanted to disappear inside silk and satin and the soft prison of a veil.
I lift the edge of the chiffon just enough to sip the whisky. The taste is sharp against the sweetness of the fabric against my mouth. Then I let the veil fall again.
In this house, in this year 2026, no one is watching.
No one will ever know.
And for the first time since November, I feel almost at peace
perfectly veiled,
perfectly hidden,
perfectly hers.

Whats ypur least favorite part of dressing? Mine is the "clean up"

Seeing as it's Valentines day this weekend! Here are some hearts!

You know what I’m realising as I get older. And it can probably be applied to every generation… But if you were born in the 80s like me we will probably get a long. We probably lived very similar lives, music, school experiences and probably started crossdressing the same way. That’s not to say I won’t or don’t get on with older or younger people, it's just 80s is the sweet spot.

No Ai or Fake Pictures, What you see is me and mine. Nothing more or less.

Why do I love Co ck......
This is a good question and I guess it's personal to me ...
Co ck that has the head fully showing to me look amazing, small medium or large just look incredible and if Smooth Shaven and in Stockings or Holdups then I'm Week and I must have them in my mouth.
The way the skin behind the head moves with your lips, the feel of the rough edge of the Head.
The taste of a clean **** is amazing.
The way it shows you it enjoys what you started by getting hard, what a turn on
The best thing of all is how after all this fun sucking and playing it rewards you again with the most amazing Pre Cum then followed by a juicy mouth full of Cum for me to Swallow and enjoy...
Damn I love them so much ....

If you are local to Derby or Nottingham then get in touch, get those Co ck Photos and
Send them my way
------------------------------------------------------------
Further Slutty Reading

As someone that on the odd occasion meets other CDs, I think it is important to know how I feel about you if we meet up.
Well it's very important to understand before we meet a few things.
I'm meeting you for my own pleasure entirely,
I'm not interested in you looking like a Female entirely... Let me explain
Before we got to the meeting point we would have chatted extensively about it, and swapped Pics as you do.
So now we know I'm only interested in your Co ck, but only Smooth Co ck and in Lingerie.
Unfortunately I DON'T do beards, not on my Co ck.
So now we know, You need to be Smooth, in Lingerie and have a **** I WILL use.
That means I will be Sucking that Co ck Dry and Swallowing the Content, No Ifs, No Buts...
Now the next thing is what you may want me to do or of course do to me.
The 2 rules I have will have been discussed with you before now anyway so...
My Co ck 'WILL' be Emptied and 'WILL' be Swallowed by You, No Ifs, No Buts...
I get asked, but I wanted you to **** my Ass, that's fine but the rule above still applies so remember that...
I get asked, But I wanted to **** your Ass, well again that's fine but you WILL Cum in my mouth and Feed me, No Ifs, No Buts.
You are a Toy for my pleasure.... That's it
You may become a friend and we may meet very regular, but everything above ALWAYS stays the same....Never Ever any Mess or Waste...
Now you know..


All my best pictures and Stories in one (FREE) Private Group <a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/">www.flickr.com/groups/14871084@N25/</a>

Hey all you beautiful girls, everyone on here been so kind to Patti and she thanks all of you for the kind words, I have a problem and it’s all in my head to the point where I think I’m losing my mind. My mom passed away about two years ago and I can’t get it out of my head, the depression and anxiety is killing me. I tried medicine but didn’t work, I start a new class today hoping it will help me relax and get back to being my old self, not exasperating any pity just thought I would throw it out there and see if anybody else has had the same problem, Patti loves each and everyone of you girls

GoodMorning girls hope your week has started off well ✨️

Good morning, have a great start in the week

Oh dear, first since the verifications came in...

Annah007
"Hello dear would you love ti be feminzed or castrated
Am in partnership with best pharmaceutical in USA
Working with the best Endocrintrrrologist
5 minutes ago
thanks, but as i'm thousands of miles away and have contacts here, you're wasting your time
4 minutes ago
reported for unautorised sales.