So, here I am on my own for the first time in three weeks and my first instinct was to pop on this pair of pink, lace panties! Now sitting in them as I type, past the first flush of excitement and release from my male self, I can’t wait to share how this feels.… Continue reading Good morning pink knickers
Being pretty and feeling feminine is something I treasure within the complexity of my identity. I’m 52 and I’ve lived as a man but always been uncomfortable with many of society’s traditional expectations of a male. Confirming to any masculine archetype was never something I felt inclined towards. In my daily life, I choose ambiguity.… Continue reading Being Pretty #lingerie is for everyone
So, tonight, I walked into the utility room and hanging, there, were black lace knickers. What is it about them that excites me? Perhaps, its that knowledge of where they will be, what they will almost cover, almost reveal. Silk, lace, they all feel so good against the skin, they all make contact with the… Continue reading The appeal of sensuality
So, the time has come to reflect and challenge my own assumptions and belief systems. From childhood to now, my relationship with the kinky stuff that has fascinated me has been a guilt laden, questioning yo-yo through denial and acceptance. A parent who led me through his bullying and attack left me prone to fear, anxiety and a need… Continue reading A Penitents Prayer
Carefully covered, In my wardrobe, I keep a bag of undies. When I feel inclined, I dress up. In frilly knickers, I feel aroused, excited; I leak pleasure and I feel ready to submit. My dressing began as soon as puberty crashed its way into the drama of my teenage years. Somehow, dressing in my mothers… Continue reading Considering Cross Dressing
A fantasy in pink He sees me, for the first time. Through a window, across the street, he gazes and inspects. Me, slim, tall, dark hair curling on a fairly fit body. Oh and that bottom, pert and almost feminine beneath the curve of my back, seems to crave his touch. Gasping, he swallows as… Continue reading Watched in lace
So I gave myself to another’s pleasure. Being told what to do was deeply escapist. The orders, instructions and encouragement to pleasure myself took me away from every one of those anxieties and external fears, yet now, I find power in writing and remaining in the present and the reality. It would be easy to… Continue reading Touching for another and now, how I feel.
She, statuesque, lean and powerful occupies a space in my head that possess all of me. In her eyes, I am just a foot servant. For me, she is my world, my breath, my air. For her, I serve. On her throne, her robes open, her majesty, is at her most resplendent. She sits, with… Continue reading The Queening Seat
Sometimes, she, me, he, She fades, he lays himself before her, She disappears and is no more, Till a day of his choice, She is reborn.
Susie is part of me and when I write fiction, it is often derived from being her. Here is an example…. Susie sits on her hands, her pale thighs clamped, securely, together as she bites her lip and cranes her slender neck towards the window. “Caught playing” The words reel around her head as her… Continue reading Being Susie
I feel a conflict between how I am seen when I choose to cross dress and the reactions of men who court sexual contact as opposed to being interested in dominating me physically and mentally. I can submit to any gender or none but, sexually, I'm drawn to women who have my heart and my… Continue reading Permission to cross dress