I am happy to connect with like minded people people on here.ts cd and sissy

After numerous visits John was now a regular source of my Feeds but then all of a sudden he wanted something for himself..
Well I was shocked, all this time like clockwork I used to go round while his Wife was at work and he used to grab his wife's Tights, Spread his legs and Day after Day he let me empty his Co ck and have my Feeds, so why now does he want something for himself... I was so nervous... Was I still going to get my regular Feed or was this arrangement going to come to an end.
Had I been too selfish, wanting his Co ck so many times all for myself, had I pushed it too far...
I was shaking with nerves when I asked what was it you wanted, and waited for his answer..
He said, I want to try Feeding from you, I thaught to myself OMG no, how was i going to get round this, oh ok well I guess it's only fare that you get to try, but the best I can offer is for you to try after you have let me Feed first...
He went for it and said ok we can try that...
Thank god I thaught, at least I get what I want first and hopefully he won't like it, and that will be that, I really don't want to lose my Feeds just because he wants one....
I arrived at his as usual and he was all ready for me, he as normal sat on the edge of his Sofa, Held his knees and spread wide, I got on my knees as I did and emptied his Co ck in about 15 minutes, I still loved every drop, so I'm not looking forward to him having mine..
I did not let him wait and went and changed and washed and put on some Holdups, got on the sofa, lay back and spread, I was so small and limp, as I was ill prepared, that I hoped it would put him off.
I was amazed that even though I just Fed from him, he got down and just started sucking my limp little Co ck, FFS I thaught, I started getting hard, what can I do I thaught, I'm not young and so 10 minutes later I felt a twitch, I sat up grabbed his head and used him as a Fu ck toy to finish, and Cum in his mouth, I waited hoping he would gag and spit it out, violating my golden rule, but no, he swallowed it down, every last drop...
OMG no...
He said it's not very pleasant but I enjoyed it, I tried to say it does not get any better but I knew it was too late... I had failed..
Now I had to share myself with him from now on.....
Hopefully someone else will come along soon instead...
Please please if you can help near Derby please get in touch, my Criteria are still the same.
Smooth Shaven Co ck and Balls
Full Head Showing
Willing to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups
You must let me swallow ( No Compromise)

The deal is if you rip my tights you buy me new ones......and yes, the bull is judging your performance!

Feeling flrty in fishnets!

How would you sit !
Get to see me in the full without all the bitching of why we as models do this for a living.
Everyone spends more on beer then what it costs for a month on my onlyfans.

A MaleToFemale (MTF) Photographic Studio Visual.
Becoming Femme and Feminizing as my alter ego model Valentina Valentine.
Hair & Make-Up ready.
Love the skin you’re in.
Being androgynous is not a sin.
Please enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

#transfluid #femboy #mtftransition #femboycosplay #maletofemale #crossdresserslut #crossdressermodel #crossdressing #crossdresser #femboylegs #femboyheaven #transworld #justcrossdressers #transpinupgirl #Androgyny #femmeworld #pridemonth

on a slightly different note. I got one them smart telescopes. When the clouds part like the red sea, i like to fiddle with the universe.
This was a couple of nights ago - not bad for a £500 little box huh

Here is a video of me wearing my teal dress. Love your comments when you can.

Evening posts x

I’ve always loved wearing them, but I think this is the first time I’ve actually fallen in love with a dress. Is this weird?

The way it fits, the long bits at the sides. Shave my legs, a bit of lippy and some heels I’d be confident enough to go out in it I think…..

He was very Nervous

It's perfectly normal to be very nervous when you have invited someone you don't know round to your house to do things that your wife does not know about.
Anyone would be nervous, I would be worried if your weren't, not just the fact you may not have done anything like this before but also you may not have done anything behind your wife's back before either, but let me say this, you will only be nervous for a few minutes after I start and you will soon forget about nerves and just really enjoy the moment..
Just remember anything I do will always stay between me and you, your Wife or Partner will no nothing...
I will leave No Mess or Waste, I will Swallow all the evidence... (This is NOT optional)
So you have invited me over after we had fully chatted about whet I wanted and what you need to do....
Just a reminder to the readers, this is what I expect from you.
Smooth and Shaved Co ck and Sacks (minimum).
Prefer Full Co ck Head Showing.
You must be prepared to wear Tights Stockings or Holdups... (I can Supply these)
That's it, not much to ask, and it would be well worth it for both of us....
So you have put on a pair of my Holdups and sat yourself down like I am in the picture, Nervously you spread your legs, you co ck small and limp because of Nerves..
I grab a cushion off the sofa and put it on the floor between your legs and kneel in front of you, I lean forward and cup your sacks and co ck in my mouth fully, playing with your co ck with my tongue, your co ck starts to harden, so I play even more with my tongue, eventually your co ck reaches the back of my throat so I drop onto your co ck, sliding up and down your shaft, feeling it get harder and harder, your nerves almost gone now, leaving just guilt because of your wife ..
I slide up and down your hard co ck, now about 6" the same as my own, I put my lips just behind your co ck head, and suck the loose skin back 2" or so nice and fast, never letting your co ck out of my mouth.
Up and down, you start moving down the chair as if getting closer to me as the throbbing starts and the moaning begins, you want to grab my head which is fine, you want to use me as your Fu ck toy, which you will, but this time it was too much too quick and you moan loudly as you shoot your load into my mouth, I swallow it down but you treat me to a second helping filling my mouth again, I happily swallow again, I keep sucking your shaft untill every drop had gone and your Clean and No Mess....
As always I offer to stay for another helping if you want, but guilt has built up so I leave...
But over time you accept my terms and use me as your toy, now often staying for Three helpings before you are fully satisfied..
If you are local to Derby and want me to visit on the above terms...Please get in touch soon xx
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Long-sleeved, button-down champagne satin nightshirt with contrasting dark piping.

9118101730 zangi if anyone local.wants to chat

A couple of other photos.. I'm starting to enjoy the dark hair lol it really changes the way I look I think..... love all you guys to absolute millions of bits

Purchased some tights today

Seriously! Some of you ladies need to get out there and show yourselves off, you look great honestly, there are loads of events every month, to mix with other cross dressers, life is too short, xx

Wish of Fall...

Soon cold
And rain
Will make me
Wear tights
To walk
So slowly
With pleasure
Of little
Hidden
Secret
Dance...
Dance
Of my Fall
My fall
Forever...

You will forget me
Not forgive
I know that
The pain of leave
The leave of autumn
In my heart
Since I am born
A girl in tights
The symbol
Of lost Love...
Lost Nights ...

Done a little dress up in my outfit x
#circleskirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

My fur child is giving me those its time for bed vibes lol so you all have a good night

Ay Dios what a long day glad its finally over

Hey it's actually a bit chilly today and raining. Here's some more of the photo shoot I did yesterday... I love this dress and I love my coffee lolol, but most of all, I love you all

My next petticoat dressup soon now it’s got a bit cooler x
#petticoats

Well girls its a cool good morning from Nottingham xx

Jason's Neice is staying over from tomorrow. Got to be an Auntie/Parent for 2 nights!

My Gloriously Unfashionable Satin Dress

Dear Diary,

I have to admit, the moment I saw this dress, I knew it was absolutely, gloriously unfashionable and that was precisely what appealed to me.

It is an enormous, flowing satin dress in a creamy ivory shade, covered from neckline to hem with clusters of blue, lavender and purple flowers. The satin catches the light beautifully, producing those unmistakable glossy highlights that make the fabric look almost liquid. Every movement creates another shimmer.

The cut is wonderfully excessive. It has long, voluminous sleeves gathered at the wrists and a high, almost demure neckline. There isn't a hint of anything fitted or fashionable about it. Instead, the fabric simply falls generously from my shoulders, creating what can only be described as a magnificent satin tent.

The skirt reaches all the way to my ankles and seems to have enough material for two dresses. When I stand still, it hangs heavily around me when I move, the satin swishes and ripples, making the whole thing feel wonderfully theatrical.

And those flowers! They are everywhere little blue blossoms mixed with larger purple flowers and delicate sprays of foliage. The pattern is almost comically old fashioned, exactly the sort of thing someone might once have described as "very tasteful" while everyone else quietly wondered what on earth they were thinking.

I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. It is not slimming. It is not sleek. It is certainly not modern. If anything, it makes me look even larger and more enveloped in fabric.

But perhaps that is its charm.

There is something wonderfully liberating about wearing something that makes absolutely no attempt to flatter the figure. It simply says, Here I am, surrounded by yards and yards of shiny floral satin, and I couldn't care less about fashion.

Tonight, I think I'll enjoy every ridiculous, magnificent inch of it.

What a dress. What a tent. What a gloriously unfashionable thing to wear.

And somehow, I absolutely love it.

Reality thoughts ...

Coming away from this site now. No one wants to talk. So adios

IDK, i like it, i think its cute

Just back from helping out at my friends scuba diving centre in Mykonos - lots of diving under the water and elsewhere lol...! Just updated my profile biography which I hope you will enjoy reading... Love and kisses... xxx

Dressed up I feel horny x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

The morning began with a question that, on the face of it, was utterly trivial.

I stood in my bedroom, a sixty five year old widower who had long ago discovered that life could become surprisingly interesting when you stopped worrying quite so much about what other people thought. Across the bed lay two nightgowns.

One was pink, soft and playful. The other was black satin elegant, glossy and just a little dramatic. Beside them were the headscarves that completed each outfit.

eBay had informed me that the postman was due that morning with my latest purchase.

Normally, that wouldn't have required a second thought. I would have thrown on whatever clothes were nearest, opened the door, collected the post and carried on with my day.

But I am a crossdresser, and over the years I had learned that choosing what to wear could sometimes be part of the pleasure itself. Since becoming widowed, those little private rituals had become even more important to me. There was nobody to impress and nobody to answer to. My clothes were simply one of the ways I expressed myself.

That morning, however, I couldn't decide.

So I asked Grok a rather more important question than it probably deserved.

Should I wear the black satin nightgown and headscarf to greet the postman, or should I wear the pink?

The answer came back quickly.

Black.

Grok's reasoning was surprisingly convincing. Black satin, it suggested, looked intentional and put together. Pink was softer and perhaps a little more playful, whereas the black gave the impression that I had actually chosen my outfit rather than simply wandered downstairs half asleep.

The satin would catch the morning light, while the headscarf would bring everything together.

I stared at the black nightgown.

"Well," I said aloud, "apparently we're going for elegant this morning."

I slipped it on.

The satin settled against me with that familiar coolness I loved, and I carefully tied the headscarf around my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror.

Grok had a point.

There was something wonderfully satisfying about the combination. I didn't look as though I had spent hours getting ready, but neither did I look as though I had forgotten that the outside world existed.

I smiled at my reflection.

"Sixty five," I murmured. "Widowed, retired from worrying about everybody else's opinions, and apparently dressed in black satin to answer the front door."

I laughed to myself.

Then I went downstairs and prepared a pot of tea.

There was something faintly ridiculous about the situation. Here I was, dressed in a glossy black satin nightgown and headscarf, standing in my kitchen listening for the sound of a postal van.

Eventually, I heard it.

The familiar rumble outside was followed by footsteps approaching the front door.

For one brief moment, I wondered whether I'd made the wrong decision.

Perhaps pink would have been less conspicuous.

Perhaps black satin was a little too theatrical for an encounter that would probably last fifteen seconds.

Then came the knock.

I took a breath.

"Normal morning energy," I reminded myself.

I opened the door.

"Morning," the postman said.

"Morning."

He handed me the letters.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good day."

"You too."

And that was it.

The door closed.

I stood there for a moment, looking down at the envelopes in my hand.

The great sartorial crisis was over.

Nobody had fainted. Nobody had called the fashion police. The earth had continued turning.

I burst out laughing.

All that deliberation over black versus pink, and the entire encounter had lasted barely half a minute.

But perhaps that was precisely the point.

At sixty five, after losing my wife and finding myself living a life that was quieter and more private than the one I had once imagined, I had come to appreciate the little decisions.

Sometimes they mattered precisely because they were mine to make.

There was no great occasion. No audience. No requirement that I dress one way rather than another. I wasn't trying to make a statement to anyone.

I simply wanted to wear the black satin.

So I did.

I carried my tea into the sitting room, still smiling.

My late wife had always known that there was a slightly eccentric streak in me. She had seen sides of me that I had once been afraid to show the rest of the world. Since her death, learning to live honestly with myself had become one of the unexpected journeys of widowhood.

Being a crossdresser wasn't something I needed to apologise for.

It was simply part of me.

And on that quiet morning, standing in my sitting room with my tea, my letters and the soft rustle of satin whenever I moved, I felt strangely content.

"Grok," I thought, smiling to myself, "you were right."

The black had been the stronger choice.

And, for once, I was quite happy to take the advice of an artificial intelligence on matters of morning fashion.

Morning everyone! I got a little bit of time with my lovely dresses earlier! Oohhhhhhhhh i love them and its lovely to feel the enormous full skirt on the green dress oohhhhhhh!

New boots

Got some new boots

One from the vaults of Nutter HQ. xx

Anyone free for a chat this late afternoon. Roast has been and gone, just nursing my vino now. Drop me a line and lets put the world of lingerie to rights!

Thank you all for your kind reactions and comments.
Chilling now with a nice cold glass of cider.

Nice walk on the beach this morning at least its overcast

Here's another one for you. If you could chose just one fabric to wear, what would it be?

Remember, just for fun. But if you want to explain, drop it in the comments

Did a little dress up this morning x am very fruity for some reason x
#skirt #petticoats #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Veil-Fail ...

I told him honestly
Black shortsdress
And no Veil
He never thought
How serious I was
I came in black and orange
Wedding failed
They shouted
You re mad
Enough
He left
He could not understand
That no white dress
For me is right to wear
And when me
Put to that
The
very end
I said him yes
In black
He left...

White dress
white veil
Innosense in lie
I could not
Do it
Please don't try
...

So, if any of you have watched one of my YouTube videos, screen shot it and post it in the comments so I can believe you. Lots of messages saying you’ve seen them. But not sure I believe you.

I know I use AI sporadically in some of my posts, but inventing a relationship and splattering fake pictures of it on here every day for attention is crazy. Glad the block button exists.

Having lots of fun this afternoon.

If you was to bend me over and spank me then rail me what outfit would you get me wearing ? X x

Somthing a little shorter lol
#skaterskirt #pettiskirts #stockings #suspenders #highheels xx

A little dress up before it gets hot x latex skirt with frilly petticoat on x
#latexskirt #petticoat #stockings #suspenders #highheels

Few cheeky pics outside for my friends have a good day all

Well it's cooler than yesterday but still clammy. I'm wishing there was an actual shop you can walk into and buy boobs and things.. someone needs to open a shop and I've done the hardest part thinking of a shop name....boobs and things..lolol love you all you beautiful bunch 🩵

I've just bought one of these from Amazon, will get my sis to help me tie it over the weekend, I've got tiny man boobs, any tips and advice on getting a bit of cleavage, i dont have a breast plate cos i dont like them, i do have my 'chicken fillets' though