TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: May Days
TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: May Days
What is it about the month of May that seems to awaken and bloom the gurl within? Could it be the soft cool nights, begging me to slip on a lil négligée in the dark and practice my gurl walk beneath the glittering stars? The gentleness I see with both new mothers and mothers sending their offspring out into the world?
Or is the the colors of Mother Nature herself, in both the wildflowers, storms and sunsets that set May apart as a month of feminine beauty?
I don’t know. But this May’s beauty seemed to have really touched my inner gurl. And I have been thinking about what I do to appease her on a daily basis, especially days that I can’t dress.
Nails are something I do daily and I have a routine developed that has made them stronger and thicker than the paper-thin nails I inherited. I use a nail nutrient once a week, and cover that with a “nude color” s they are not so shiney and noticeable. I find that I do some maintenance daily.
I wear thongs of course and also shave almost daily too. When at home, I find some time to play with my long and growing hair, trying new styles. I use a LOT of chapstick, cherry flavored of course.
Most of my gurl time is scheduled around my significant other’s work schedule. They have been in a slow down period, so I have had to go 2-3 days without being able to dress. But I’ve found that it’s the little things I can do those days that really seem to help satisfy my inner gurl.
Okay, so I also work and stimulate my boobies daily too. I love how they spring through the sheer fabric of the négligée, so I work on them through threadbare uber big t-shirts, that could be used as a camping nightie.
So anyway, I had to suffer like 36 hours without being dressed last week and Saturday morning couldn’t arrive soon enough. Gurl-thirty began as soon as I woke up.
I chose my pink satin and lace cross-the-heart style négligée and began a laundry load of thongs and chemises before I made some yummy creamy coffee. I had a smoke or two while watching the sunrise and then logged on to xhamster to watch my fave hypno vids.
It was heaven. I tucked my clitty inside of me, adjusted my thong to hold it there and played with my swollen and jutting nipples as I watched the vids. I watched three of my faves and then a recommended vid before I noticed that I had a message from a good friend. I was out of coffee so I sexily sauntered into the kitchen to refill my cup before opening the message and replying.
“What is that?” I squealed as I poured coffee into my mug. Something warm and wet and sticky was dripping down my inner thigh. I quickly realized that it was precum from my tucked clitty running down my leg. My panties were SOAKED and the feeling of the seman trickling down my leg like a real slut turned me on.
I felt my boobies bounce against the fabric of the lace as I quickly flounced back to my machine and queued up my all-time fave vid.
I checked my cockette to ensure that it hadn’t become hard or slipped out. It was still tucked into it’s lil nest, with just the head peeking out against the wet and sticky thong. After finishing the vid, I turned on my Avenue D tunes and did myself. I loved the spunk that filled the crack of my ass and boi-pussy as I shuddered and moaned, cumming hard while fantasizing about throbbing cocks filling my holes with cum.
I was soo excited to have all that pre-cum leaking out of my tucked cockette. It really satisfied my gurl and I felt so femme all day. I strutted around leaving a snail tral all day, adding to it even a couple of times ;) I’m still smiling and can’t wait until dawn and gurl time.
In fact, the tucked cockette began leaking again as I finished this tale...I just might have to slip on a négligée and go walking….wondering just how many of the truckers flying by in the cool night would have me in the back of their rigs….
Be good to your inner gurl!
~Kisses~Bri
What is it about the month of May that seems to awaken and bloom the gurl within? Could it be the soft cool nights, begging me to slip on a lil négligée in the dark and practice my gurl walk beneath the glittering stars? The gentleness I see with both new mothers and mothers sending their offspring out into the world?
Or is the the colors of Mother Nature herself, in both the wildflowers, storms and sunsets that set May apart as a month of feminine beauty?
I don’t know. But this May’s beauty seemed to have really touched my inner gurl. And I have been thinking about what I do to appease her on a daily basis, especially days that I can’t dress.
Nails are something I do daily and I have a routine developed that has made them stronger and thicker than the paper-thin nails I inherited. I use a nail nutrient once a week, and cover that with a “nude color” s they are not so shiney and noticeable. I find that I do some maintenance daily.
I wear thongs of course and also shave almost daily too. When at home, I find some time to play with my long and growing hair, trying new styles. I use a LOT of chapstick, cherry flavored of course.
Most of my gurl time is scheduled around my significant other’s work schedule. They have been in a slow down period, so I have had to go 2-3 days without being able to dress. But I’ve found that it’s the little things I can do those days that really seem to help satisfy my inner gurl.
Okay, so I also work and stimulate my boobies daily too. I love how they spring through the sheer fabric of the négligée, so I work on them through threadbare uber big t-shirts, that could be used as a camping nightie.
So anyway, I had to suffer like 36 hours without being dressed last week and Saturday morning couldn’t arrive soon enough. Gurl-thirty began as soon as I woke up.
I chose my pink satin and lace cross-the-heart style négligée and began a laundry load of thongs and chemises before I made some yummy creamy coffee. I had a smoke or two while watching the sunrise and then logged on to xhamster to watch my fave hypno vids.
It was heaven. I tucked my clitty inside of me, adjusted my thong to hold it there and played with my swollen and jutting nipples as I watched the vids. I watched three of my faves and then a recommended vid before I noticed that I had a message from a good friend. I was out of coffee so I sexily sauntered into the kitchen to refill my cup before opening the message and replying.
“What is that?” I squealed as I poured coffee into my mug. Something warm and wet and sticky was dripping down my inner thigh. I quickly realized that it was precum from my tucked clitty running down my leg. My panties were SOAKED and the feeling of the seman trickling down my leg like a real slut turned me on.
I felt my boobies bounce against the fabric of the lace as I quickly flounced back to my machine and queued up my all-time fave vid.
I checked my cockette to ensure that it hadn’t become hard or slipped out. It was still tucked into it’s lil nest, with just the head peeking out against the wet and sticky thong. After finishing the vid, I turned on my Avenue D tunes and did myself. I loved the spunk that filled the crack of my ass and boi-pussy as I shuddered and moaned, cumming hard while fantasizing about throbbing cocks filling my holes with cum.
I was soo excited to have all that pre-cum leaking out of my tucked cockette. It really satisfied my gurl and I felt so femme all day. I strutted around leaving a snail tral all day, adding to it even a couple of times ;) I’m still smiling and can’t wait until dawn and gurl time.
In fact, the tucked cockette began leaking again as I finished this tale...I just might have to slip on a négligée and go walking….wondering just how many of the truckers flying by in the cool night would have me in the back of their rigs….
Be good to your inner gurl!
~Kisses~Bri
9 år sedan
no, i wouldn't jump in anywhere alone O_O
lol layers is the key, clear then color then seal w clear
if they get scratched or abraded, just apply more clear
to resurface n bring back the shine
OMG picked up by a trucker late at night?? fucking SCARY.