On the streets!!! Naughty girl!

I love being used by men who crossdress to fill their wants and needs. It's my favorite when they use me for a nut and nothing more. I know my place.

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

((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
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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..


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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

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.

******* 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!

Got rid of my nets in my last purge. And my denim shorts.

Here’s me trying to be daisy duke xx

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"

Finally have a mistresss that supports me, picks out my clothes, gives me a chore list, rewards me if im good and punishes me if im bad. I devote my body, soul and mind to you my *******..

Silky red moomoo while doing dishes in my white thong for ********. Trying to get the job done but its hard when youre drunk, plugged and well... lusting for physical connection

Another new dress and no its not orange, it is red, sorry for the poor lighting.

My dick is hard as a rock who wants it

Who wants to ride me?

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

Well finally came back to the site. Not exactly happy about doing the verification as I don't approve of giving personal info away even in its most basic form, but B1tch Finder General said she's chewing bubble gum and kicking ass again and she's all out of gum! So if this site fails to improve i.e. scammers come back, or the verification gets annoying, then I'm likely I will move on. Happy to DM my real friends (or as I like to call them The Dirty Half Dozen) I've made, to let them know where they can find me.

I'm recruiting newbie subs that wants to serve me and get trained and completely owned by Me #sissyslut #femboy

Tried to delete my account as the face app thing is doing my nut in and fed up with so many fake accounts. Always gives error message.. can we check out but never leave ????

Anyone else getting the age verification screen? Looks like all the fuckwits who wanted to display their manky undercarriages have succeeded in getting this classified as a pron site. Well done.

Hello ladies if anyone want to talk let’s chats

Well here are my very first photos of me wearing my new dresses-I hope that you enjoy looking at them. The first dress has like boob cover on the left side but it fits so nicely. Let me know how I look

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>

Good evening girls. Apparently I'm still old enough to access the site! But unfortunately so are the scammy fecks! I've had more friend requests from scum in the last 24 hours than a ussual week! I will persevere and hope that we do get a resolution to the vermon problem. Anyway, time for a hot curry and a beer

A small set from yesterday.
Not chasing perfection here. Just sharing where I’m at right now.
Confidence looks different depending on the day.

#crossdresser
#genderexpression
#femmeenergy
#softconfidence
#selfexpression
#quietmoments
#personal
#lgbtq

Technically if you use Opera with VPN switched on... It may skip all the login so long as it's set to outside UK

I actually rly like how this dress looks and its a rly cute pink

Why is it when I'm watching TV by myself there are constant adverts for creams for vagin*l dryness. Yet when we watch TV together, nothing.

Hello. Who wants to talk hot?

#tights #pmme

This dress and stocking work so amazing together its almost perfect

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.

Ok. That’s it for me. I set up an account with the age verify thing and the first thing that happened when I tested it to log back in was it asking me to verify my age.

My answer to that is that I’m at an age where I cannot be bothered with unnecessary hassle. Any fool knows that a 6 year old knows how to bypass this stuff by setting up a VPN.

So, reluctantly, I’m leaving. I will keep my account open for now but I will probably only be this way once more to delete it.

Sorry I’ve ended on a mosn because I have had some nice chats but it’s time to point the fake tits towards the door, turn on a stiletto and shake that ass.

Take care and Goodbye xxx