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- 80 F today - another record. One of my new designer swimsuits, Chrisrmas presents, came yesterday . Cannot wait to model my new suits. Here is a photo i worked on yesterday. A little AI additions but my real body in the suit, is my own hair as well. I told my stylist i am going to let it grow three more inches.80 F today - another record. One of my new designer swimsuits, Chrisrmas presents, came yesterday . Cannot wait to model my new suits. Here is a photo i worked on yesterday. A little AI additions but my real body in the suit, is my own hair as well. I told my stylist i am going to let it grow three more inches.🥰
0 Comments 0 Shares 2095 Views 9 - Hi all just may introduce my self am natasha and from northern ireland and loveing life and hopefully ill meet some new like minded friends xxHi all just may introduce my self am natasha and from northern ireland and loveing life and hopefully ill meet some new like minded friends xx4 Comments 0 Shares 1827 Views10
- Good morning all.
So Christmas is done for another year hope you all had a good one. Let’s look forward to a peaceful New Year ahead.
And start buying Easter Eggs which are now on sale. XxxxxGood morning all. So Christmas is done for another year hope you all had a good one. Let’s look forward to a peaceful New Year ahead. And start buying Easter Eggs which are now on sale. Xxxxx12 Comments 0 Shares 1428 Views
7 - Today was shopping day, I was able to buy these pants and this blouse, by the way, I wore a blouse for the first time and I liked it so much, now we are waiting for next month so I can buy myself some new clothes, Do you think the new blouse suits me?V.V #crossdresserToday was shopping day, I was able to buy these pants and this blouse, by the way, I wore a blouse for the first time and I liked it so much, now we are waiting for next month so I can buy myself some new clothes, Do you think the new blouse suits me?V.V #crossdresser3 Comments 0 Shares 1763 Views 19
- Hi guys and girls I am meeting up with this woman to get 4 new dresses off of Facebook marketplace tommrow! I am so excited!!!!!! Idk if I should wear a Christmas dress, my pink and yellow form fitting body con dress or if I should wear my maid outfit.Hi guys and girls I am meeting up with this woman to get 4 new dresses off of Facebook marketplace tommrow! I am so excited!!!!!! Idk if I should wear a Christmas dress, my pink and yellow form fitting body con dress or if I should wear my maid outfit.0 Comments 0 Shares 925 Views3
- Just been told - before we go out tomorrow morning I`m going to get a hard spanking with a hard black leather Tawse and I have to wear some of my new clothes (Panties, Bra, cage and plug) under my "every day cloths".......xxxJust been told - before we go out tomorrow morning I`m going to get a hard spanking with a hard black leather Tawse and I have to wear some of my new clothes (Panties, Bra, cage and plug) under my "every day cloths".......xxx1 Comments 0 Shares 1052 Views 10
- Christmas eve on here seems to be the day to strip naked and push you dick in everybodies face.
4 blocked so far this morning
I don't exactly find that festive, or a turn on.
I don't come on here to see hairy ar5ses and dick.
I want to meet and talk to people who enjoy dressing, enjoy the feminity it brings and feel that flashing your bits in public to the world is offensive.
Remember this is a social site not a Porn site, why not keep it in your pants before Santa puts you on the naughty list. Oh wait, most of you would enjoy that.
I have a fix for that and it involves 2 bricks.
Merry Dickmass to the perverts.
Merry Christmas to the real people.
Chloe Merry Christmas Chloe. I hope one of your New Years resolutions is to try to do a better job than this year, before you have to implement age verification.Christmas eve on here seems to be the day to strip naked and push you dick in everybodies face. 4 blocked so far this morning I don't exactly find that festive, or a turn on. I don't come on here to see hairy ar5ses and dick. I want to meet and talk to people who enjoy dressing, enjoy the feminity it brings and feel that flashing your bits in public to the world is offensive. Remember this is a social site not a Porn site, why not keep it in your pants before Santa puts you on the naughty list. Oh wait, most of you would enjoy that. I have a fix for that and it involves 2 bricks. Merry Dickmass to the perverts. Merry Christmas to the real people. [Chloe] Merry Christmas Chloe. I hope one of your New Years resolutions is to try to do a better job than this year, before you have to implement age verification.11 Comments 0 Shares 1374 Views 8 - I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for.
They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely.
And then there was her.
She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach.
I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about.
Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me.
That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog.
In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little.
I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence.
Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them.
I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, on that raw December afternoon in the mid-1970s, standing at the back of a small cemetery in southern Manchester. The light was thin and melancholy, the sort that turns everything slightly blue and makes shadows linger too long over the leaning stones. I barely knew the man we were burying, some Uncle twice removed, so the ache in the air never reached me. Grief felt like something that belonged to other people, grown-ups who understood loss. For me, the day was something else entirely, an accidental invitation into a world I hadn’t known I was hungry for. They were everywhere, those women. Mature, composed, dressed in layers of black that seemed to absorb the weak winter sun and give back only a muted gleam. Silk dresses that clung and released with every breath, satin blouses catching stray glints of light, chiffon and voile drifting like smoke whenever the wind found them. Rayon, acetate, fabrics I didn’t even have names for then, but I felt them all the same, the way they moved, the soft sounds they made against one another. They stood in quiet clusters around the grave, gloved hands clasped, heads bowed beneath hats and veils. To them I must have looked like just another awkward boy in a borrowed tie, but inside I was burning with a fascination I couldn’t name and didn’t dare examine too closely. And then there was her. She stood slightly apart, as though even in mourning she needed space. An enormous black satin scarf, far too large, almost theatrical—draped over her shoulders and spilled down her back like spilled ink. Over her face, a sheer chiffon veil, so fine it trembled with every breath. I could smell her from where I stood, carried on the cold air, the sharp bite of Elnette hairspray holding her hair in perfect waves, and beneath it the heavy, amber warmth of Youth Dew. It was the scent of adulthood itself, complicated, slightly dangerous, utterly out of reach. I watched her the entire time. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. But even then, in the thick of it, some quieter part of me knew better. There was something about the way these women carried their sorrow, elegant, controlled, yet undeniably physical that stirred a longing I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just desire, though that was certainly part of it. It was deeper: a wish to be close to whatever it was they possessed experience, certainty, the weight of years lived fully. I felt small beside them, unformed, all sharp edges and unspoken questions. They seemed to know secrets I hadn’t even learned to ask about. Later, at the wake, coats and scarves were abandoned in a side room as the women moved on to tea and murmured condolences. I lingered near the pile, heart thudding so hard I was sure someone would notice. No one did. My fingers closed around two pieces: the oversized satin mourning scarf, still holding the warmth of her body, and the delicate chiffon veil. Both carried that same intoxicating blend of Elnette, Youth Dew, and something earthier, the faint salt of skin after hours in the cold. I slipped them inside my coat and left before the guilt could catch up with me. That night, and for many nights through that long winter, I'd ascend up the narrow stairs to my attic bedroom. I’d lock the door, my one small claim to privacy in my parent’s house, draw the curtains and unfold the satin across my pillow. Sometimes I’d press the veil to my face and breathe slowly, letting the scent settle over me like fog. In those quiet hours I began to understand what I’d really taken that day. It wasn’t just fabric. It was a fragment of a life I could only observe from the outside, a life of composure and ritual, of perfumes chosen deliberately and clothes worn with intention. Holding those scarves, I could pretend, for a moment, that some of that poise might rub off on me. That the confusion and restlessness I carried everywhere might quiet, just a little. I never felt truly ashamed of stealing them. In my mind they were abandoned, after all, no longer needed once the performance of grief was over. But more than that, they had become mine in a way they could never have been hers again, totems of a feeling I was only beginning to name. Desire, yes. But also envy. And something closer to reverence. Years later I can still close my eyes and smell it: hairspray, perfume, the faint trace of a woman’s skin on black satin. It takes me straight back to that cemetery, to the boy I was, watching, wanting, trying to understand what it meant to grow into someone capable of wearing mourning like it was made for them. I’m not sure I ever fully did. But those scarves kept me company while I tried.
0 Comments 0 Shares 1254 Views - Merry Christmas!!!
And very Happy New Year
For all of you!!!
Folace Lust Lipsr all who support each other with a smie love and kind word that are espetially so important for stranger girls born with some unusual abilities...
LOVE LIGHT AND JOY !!!
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And Lots of Love
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Happy New Year for all you
KateMerry Christmas!!! And very Happy New Year For all of you!!! Folace Lust Lipsr all who support each other with a smie love and kind word that are espetially so important for stranger girls born with some unusual abilities... LOVE LIGHT AND JOY !!! Lace Lust Lips Dresses Tights Pleasure in hips... Kisses Bon Chance And Lots of Love Misses in dresses And sans ... Happy New Year for all you Kate1 Comments 0 Shares 759 Views7 - Good morning, sisters and admirers. Have a nice day.
P.S. I tried a new eyeliner pattern, and I see it doesn't suit me very well. I'll try other options later.Good morning, sisters and admirers.💋💋💋 Have a nice day.💝 P.S. I tried a new eyeliner pattern, and I see it doesn't suit me very well. I'll try other options later.🙈
11 Comments 0 Shares 897 Views 16 - Hi all.New here.based in south east uk.for two years did not been as girl as lived in shared house.Moved to my own place.Now I can enjoy being girl.im into man as girl meant to be.Hope every one have a good day.Hi all.New here.based in south east uk.for two years did not been as girl as lived in shared house.Moved to my own place.Now I can enjoy being girl.im into man as girl meant to be.Hope every one have a good day.8 Comments 0 Shares 1469 Views2
- I won’t be active over the next few days so just want to take this opportunity to wish all you gorgeous sexy gURLs & friends a very Happy/ Merry Christmas & happy new year love love you all you all turn me on xx you sexy people you!I won’t be active over the next few days so just want to take this opportunity to wish all you gorgeous sexy gURLs & friends a very Happy/ Merry Christmas 💋 & happy new year 😘 love ❤️ love you all 💋 you all turn me on xx you sexy people you! 🥰6 Comments 0 Shares 1253 Views 10
- I just created another great reimaged photo from a photo set I made today. I have been working out a lot lately, focusing on my core. Hope it shows. Trying to figure out how to add this new photo to a Album I created yesterday. ????I just created another great reimaged photo from a photo set I made today. I have been working out a lot lately, focusing on my core. Hope it shows. 🥰 Trying to figure out how to add this new photo to a Album I created yesterday. ????
7 Comments 0 Shares 1442 Views 12 - These are not pictures of me : which should i buy for KKs new years partyThese are not pictures of me : which should i buy for KKs new years party20 Comments 0 Shares 1100 Views 10
- If I don't get the opportunity later this week then I just want to wish you all a happy, joyful and safe Christmas and hope the new year brings good health, prosperity and peace xIf I don't get the opportunity later this week then I just want to wish you all a happy, joyful and safe Christmas and hope the new year brings good health, prosperity and peace x5 Comments 0 Shares 1257 Views 12
- Evening everyone.
Been on here now 48hrs and it seems that this App/Site is like others. Some real people and quite a lot of creeps and scammers that plague everywhere. Some of them must think I'm new lol.Evening everyone. Been on here now 48hrs and it seems that this App/Site is like others. Some real people and quite a lot of creeps and scammers that plague everywhere. Some of them must think I'm new lol.7 Comments 0 Shares 1956 Views 
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- Well I am new here.
So hello Girlies.
Looking to make friends connections and maybe "good friends" too.
I don't get to dress as much as I would like so when I do I like to go all out..Well I am new here. So hello Girlies. Looking to make friends connections and maybe "good friends" 😉 too. I don't get to dress as much as I would like so when I do I like to go all out..1 Comments 0 Shares 1350 Views 11 -
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