tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16691828054320059402012-02-16T02:12:37.276-08:00Where a young man dresses as a fantastical female to seduce other men in public toiletsArmatigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846558678943028232noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669182805432005940.post-27591026478510923622010-07-26T05:59:00.000-07:002010-07-26T06:30:03.185-07:00

I was growing in confidence as a cottager and it was becoming somewhat of an obsession. A safe hetero relationship cultivates sexual fantasy to prolong interest, but here I was actualising desire, I was creating and embodying the fantastic. It was the surprising diversity of feelings that kept me coming back for more. I would feel afraid, over-powered and blissfully vulnerable – or I would feel

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I've given you a couple of true stories, but before I deliver more here's a cautionary guide on how to live the dream - commit this to memory and then destroy it!The main danger you will face is from people who disapprove of what you are doing. During my ten years of activity there were (on occasions) reports in the media of people being badly beaten and even killed because they were suspected of

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I’d begun keening rhythmically in time with his clumsy movements. I was fully erect now and throbbing sharply, his face, at once lifted from my stinging nipple, thoughtfully observed my groin again; the slow irregular movement of my slim hips forward and back, drawn by the powerful hand gripping my florid prick. I whispered “suck it…” but he just looked at me suspiciously and groped one of my ass

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The footsteps begin again, more cautiously then before and stop close to where I’m standing in wait, trying without success to steady my shaking body. When I slowly turn my head to look at the door it has already been noiselessly nudged ajar and eyes are observing me – the portion of craggy face jolts away when I look back, but after a few seconds it very slowly returns for another inspection. I

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Lets jump forward a few years and get to the focus of this blog. I’m 19 and I’m staying with my mother and father again, having just broken up with my girlfriend.I’ve already become a keen practitioner of toilet trading, so far only of the milder variety; I love exposing myself to older men. I love the hunt and the anticipation, the way they stare at my young body in ecstasy – as if I’ve made

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I guess the other significant experience I often recall, and maybe this has more to do with perversion than transvestism, is the occasion I learned that wrestling can be erotic and should be practiced with caution. Again, I was about eleven years of age and constantly in a state of embarrassing stimulation.My older sister had returned home for a visit during a quiet afternoon away from the office

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How did all of this begin? I'm not sure really. If I think about my childhood in relation to this life I lead now, I can think of a few erotic instances that may be contributing factors.When I was eleven years old I took a pair of my mothers pantyhose to the bathroom to examine them. The bathroom was my parlor of masturbation. There was a window in the roof and if you angled it correctly you

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