Am I Still A Virgin??

"Wow, you are hot Kelli."

I hear this statement a lot and love it every time it's said. "Thanks, you're looking good too."

John had stripped off his shirt, his bare chest showed gym-time and the gray hair on his chest was light not heavy (I'm not into the real bear-types). He had on a pair of jogging pants; I could tell the strapon was underneath.

This was "The Moment"....

In this case all I've put on is a wig and some stockings; but that's all it takes to turn on some switch inside me. It's the 'gurl switch' and I love when it's on.

It's that moment when I transform from the guy-me into a submissive, slutty gurl. A gurl that was hidden within me, but came out to play a few years back. Nowadays I'm happy every time she appears. It's a transformation of psyche from guy to girl. I can't explain it, didn't know I had it until a few years ago, but luckily I didn't suppress it.

It's also the moment when men become attractive to me. Looking at John's chest, shoulders and stomach the whole package suddenly becomes appealing to me. I become almost animal in my hunger to devour it. I know that's weird prose in explaining it; I think you have to be of TG/TS/CD nature to understand it.

Even though I wasn't as fully dressed as John probably wanted me, I went to him put my arms up around his neck and bent my head to lick one of his nipples.

"Oh god," he breathed. His arms went around me, his hands dropped to my ass and I felt one finger slide between my crack and then I felt the pressure of him pushing his finger into my pussy. (Less than 2 minutes, everything felt normal). His nipple hardened and I nipped it a little.

"Ouch," he yelped and pulled back a little.

Shit...CL emails can't tell you everything about the guy you're meeting, unless you exchange emails for weeks. So how's a gurl to know what a guy likes if you don't try it, right? Personally, my nipples are hard-wired. You can pinch, twist, pull, bite, and be however rough you want; as long as there's no blood, there's no foul.