Lovely upskirts

On the streets like a naughty girl who I am

I got an idea for some content for those who know its a surprise

Is today a good day or a bad day? So running around doing work, meeting schedules and visiting family in down time. Then get home and sit down to dinner and break a front tooth! Mmm, wel it's been in there a while, and false due to a stupid young daft shite that liked motorbikes! So anyway, The bit that broke could possibly be superglued back in?? maybe not! Or an expensive trip to the extortionate feckin dentist! Now I could say that I could do sexual acts for cash! But that is against the rules on here, and who wants a bint with half a domino missing? So thinking I could just build a new one from modelling hard putty or something like that!

Morning Guys and Girls (its 8:09 am for me) i hope yall have an amazing day or night :3

A special video I hope you all enjoy - comments please.

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....

Lots of Naughty Chat in the CD Stories Group xxx

Off out in panties and tights

I wanted to shave my legs the other day but my hair was very long so I decided I was going to use hair removal cream instead. In the past I found Veet worked well but caused irritation so I looked at the men's section in Boots and found Nads for men cream. It may have left a few hairs and I doesn't come with the scraper but there has been no irritation and they also do it for intimate areas too!

Lovely lingerie i wish i had real breasts like her to

Has anyone ever been to Sweet Wednesday in London? Dm me and let me know your thoughts. Is it safe?

A view under my long patch work skirt x
Very delicate petticoat I don’t wear it much ! X
#petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I love tiered skirts and petticoats and stockings and suspenders hehe x
#tieredskirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Lycra safety shorts on lol abit of fun was wearing suspenders underneath though giggles x
#lycrashorts #laceskirt #pettiskirt #stockings #suspenders #highheels

I love dressing up x in petticoats and skirts and stockings and suspenders x
#petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Girls and Guys on this app i just wanted to let you guys know that my phone is currently being fixed for the billionth time this year lol I'm very clumsy sometimes so don't expect new pics of me until my phone gets fixed again and my pc doesn't have a camera :(

I'm a Cute Puppy :3 i want head pats :3

Rate the Outfit, I'm in A Cute Skirt, Black gothic Fishnet stockings and My Fave Five Nights At Freddys Movie Jumper. Plz rate the Outfit ?? :3

Feeling girly!

Tell me whats sexier than a caramel skin barbie with eyes like a tiger

Careful who you bump into at ur local train station lol
#sexy #stocking #redboots

Some me time, just can't walk anywhere in these boots!

I still remember the afternoon I found them, tucked inside a dusty cardboard box at the flea market on the edge of town. The vendor had labeled it simply "Old Paper Ephemera, 50 pence each" but when I lifted the lid, a soft waft of aged paper and faint vanilla greeted me like a long lost friend. There they were: a stack of vintage 1950s fashion postcards, each one measuring that perfect little four by six inch's, small enough to slip into a pocket, big enough to make your heart skip. The first one I pulled out showed a woman who looked like she had stepped straight out of a Technicolor dream. Her dress was a riot of floral patterns, deep roses and soft peonies exploding across a cream background, the full skirt flaring out in that classic New Look silhouette. She posed with one hand on her hip, the other delicately holding a string of pearls to her smiling lips, her victory rolls perfectly coiffed, red lipstick glossy even in faded ink. The caption at the bottom read something cheerful like "A Lovely Day in the Garden," but it was the way the flowers seemed to bloom right off the card that got me. I could almost smell the imaginary perfume. I bought the whole stack twenty of them, no haggling. Back home, I spread them across my kitchen table like treasures. One after another revealed mid century magic, a pinup housewife in a polka dot dress, red spots dancing over crisp white, apron tied in a perfect bow, winking as she held a cherry pie like it was a trophy. Another wore a geometric wonder, bold atomic era diamonds and zigzags in turquoise and coral, the pattern so sharp it felt modern even now, her pose confident and playful, one eyebrow arched as if daring the viewer to keep staring. There was the one in the sunshine yellow swing dress with tiny scattered daisies, cinched waist showing off curves that the 1950s celebrated without apology. She leaned against a pastel kitchen counter, frilly apron spotless, a feather duster in hand like a scepter. "Keeping House with Style," the back proclaimed in elegant script, the space for a message blank and waiting for secrets that never got posted. I couldn't stop touching them, the cardstock thick and creamy, edges softly worn from decades of careful handling (or perhaps neglect). Some had faint crease lines, tiny bends where thumbs had once held them dear. Others were pristine, as if printed yesterday. I imagined the women who once received them: a birthday girl giggling over the pinup in the cherry print halter dress, or a newlywed pinning the geometric beauty to her refrigerator as inspiration for her first dinner party. That evening I sat with my junk journal open, glue stick in hand. I layered one postcard onto a page with bits of lace and old ticket stubs, another beside pressed flowers from my own garden. The floral pinup became the centerpiece of a wedding themed spread vows unspoken but visualized in every perfect curl and blooming rose. The housewife with the pie? She headed a birthday collage, surrounded by retro recipe cards I'd scribbled myself: "How to Bake Happiness, 1955 Style." As night fell, I propped a few on my shelf like tiny paintings collectible mid century decorations glowing under the lamp. The room felt warmer, softer, like stepping into an era where women wore their femininity boldly: full skirts twirling, patterns popping, smiles bright and unapologetic. Those postcards weren't just paper; they were little portals to a time of optimism, glamour in the everyday, and quiet rebellion wrapped in petticoats. I still flip through them when the world feels too fast. Each one reminds me that beauty can be small, collectible, and endlessly charming pure vintage love.

Making a brew x #latexskirt #petticoat #fishnets #suspenders #highheels

This is one of my work from home outfits. Works great on zoom calls as it just looks like a T-shirt on top.

Living proof that magic exists
They tried to dim me....but I glow louder
My ferminity my pride

#petticoats #stockings

Oh dear, how rought and tough and brave
DeborahTV54 must be, disbling comments on his tasteless pic of his rissole that noone with any taste wants to see...

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

Stop hiding, its me... #crossdress #red #valentinesday

Lots of love for all of you!

Lets get ready to play

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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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Happy valentine day (single btw)

I woke up to the low groan of the radiator and the peculiar hush that February brings to old apartments. My bedroom smelled faintly of cold wax and the sweet chemical ghost of fabric conditioner. The first thing I did, as always, was reach for the bundle on the chair. The rainbow satin headscarf came first. I tied it carefully, pulling the shimmering folds forward so the colours caught the weak morning light from the half closed blinds red bleeding into orange, yellow fracturing into green, then the deeper bruise of indigo and violet. It framed my face like a Renaissance halo gone wrong, the slippery material cool against my temples. Next the nightie. It slithered over my skin, heavy and liquid, clinging where it wanted and floating where it didn't. The hem barely brushed mid-thigh; the bodice stretched taut across my chest and stomach, every breath making the satin ripple in waves of prismatic colour. I liked how it forced me to move slower, more deliberately, as though the garment itself demanded ceremony. The housecoat went over that long, sweeping, sleeves wide enough to swallow my hands if I wasn't careful. More rainbow, more shine, the kind of decadent excess that felt almost violent in the grey half light of my living room. I left it open. No point pretending modesty at this hour. Then the opera gloves. Elbow length at minimum, but these reached nearly to the shoulder, twenty inches of glossy rainbow tubing that made my arms look elongated, artificial, expensive. I flexed my fingers inside them; the satin resisted, then gave, whispering with every small movement. My hands didn't feel like mine anymore. Finally the tights. Sheer enough to show skin tone beneath, yet dense with that unmistakable satin sheen. I rolled them up each leg slowly, smoothing out every phantom wrinkle, watching the colours shift and recombine as thigh met hip. Once they were on, the world narrowed to the sound of my own stockings sliding against each other with every step. I padded into the living room like that. On the longest wall where most people would hang a generic landscape or a framed concert poster hung the canvas. Massive. Unapologetic. An abstract oil painting that someone, maybe me, in a past life I no longer recognize had decided deserved to dominate the room. The brushstrokes were furious, almost angry: thick impasto ridges of crimson and turquoise crashing into one another, black shadows knifing through like storm damage. Yet somewhere in the chaos a figure refused to dissolve completely. A woman. Big. Beautiful. Unafraid. Her body was suggested rather than spelled out great soft curves implied by the way the paint bulged and receded, rolls and swells given form by violent highlights of rainbow satin. A headscarf bled off the top edge of the canvas. Opera gloves climbed impossibly high. The nightie and housecoat fused into one cascading shape, liquid and armored at once. Her legs were suggested only by vertical streaks of glossy color that could have been tights, could have been spilled paint, could have been blood for all the painting cared to clarify. Grimdark realism bleeding into abstraction; beauty that felt dangerous. I stood in front of her for a long time, dressed almost exactly as she was. Sometimes I wonder if I bought the painting because it looked like me, or if I started dressing this way because the painting demanded a witness. Either way, the ritual is the same. I become the afterimage. The room becomes a gallery with only one visitor. The satin warms slowly to body heat until it feels like a second, more honest skin. Outside, the city is gunmetal and salt-streaked concrete. Inside, everything shimmers. Violent colour against violent shadow. No apologies. I turn slightly so the light catches the gloves, the headscarf, the long liquid lines of my thighs. The painting stares back. We regard each other the way old lovers do knowing too much, saying nothing. Then I go make coffee. Still wearing every piece. Still matching the wall. Still not quite sure which one of us is the copy.

Becca reported and blocked as they just posting stolen pictures. lack of information on their profile suggests scammer. amazing, people on this site messaging and drooling over the pics like they are the real person.

Naughty Linda!!! Tight mini skirts and boots with no stockings. I prefer sexy stockings to be honest, so that’s the next post I guess. X

Odumsonja6788 reported and blocked. findom scammer. explicit pictures. pictures of random cis women stolen from the net. nothing original about this person. the pics are not them so don't be fooled. to all the idiots already posted messages. just think for a second as you only encouraging these scammers to come here. remember ITS NOT A PORN SITE

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>

Missing sunny days outside

Its Friday thank fook lol x

just a little pose/tease, can't go wrong with nylons, heels and denim shorts :)

so hard to decide what to wear, so many clothes, so many outfits, so little time before wife gets home

#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Who's in East Herts / West Essex?

Was seriously thinking about going for my first walk outside. Was gonna drive to nearby town and go for walk on seafront but it's cold wet and windy so another time. Will try on some outfits instead.