That's a toughie. I would suggest you do what I did after my divorce and I wanted to fulfill my bisexual fantasies: look around for a good hookup/dating site - you can usually post a free profile, and start getting a feel for the women on there. Be careful: there are plenty of strange people on these sites. When you find somebody that sounds sane and un-evasive about things, set up a meet at a bar or a Starbucks and talk in person with them. I hope you're successful in whatever you do, but don't put yourself in a risky position, and don't EVER have the first meeting at your or their home.
Many many times. Probably the most memorable was in my old 1982 Honda station wagon - this happened around 1984. My girlfriend at the time, Karen, was a widow with 3 kids and I lived all the way across the valley. On this night, I had come from work and taken her to dinner. Afterwards we were both horny, but her kids were at home (oldest was 15) and we never had sex at her house when the kids were there. She needed to get back, and my place was too far, so we drove into an industrial area and found a short driveway that sloped downhill to a loading dock, obscuring us from the street.
We did everything on my sheepskin seat covers, but what sticks in my mind is when I actually folded my six foot two frame into the space under the dash facing the passenger seat (the back of the Honda station wagon was full). Karen splayed her legs as wide as possible, and I licked, kissed and made love to her sweet pussy for a long time. She rewarded my efforts with several orgasms before I (luckily) was able to extricate myself from my cramped position to give her the hard, sweaty fucking we both needed.
I'm an active bisexual crossdresser, and I LOVE to spend a LOT of time making face love to a woman's pussy, especially if it's shaved, which THANK GOD is so much more prevalent now than it was when I first became sexually active (it was literally non-existent).
I adore the fact that all women have slightly different sensitivities there. While the fundamentals are basically the same, one girl might require only the lightest "butterfly" licking, another might need really hard munching. One of my favorites ever belonged to the wife in a bi couple I used to play with. The first time my lips and tongue arrived at her sweetest of spots, she said "just maul it", and her husband told me "chew the fuck out of it, but no teeth". I could make her come repeatedly in a short amount of time, and though it didn't give me the maximum pussy-licking fun that I typically prefer, feeling her rocking in (really) massive orgasms over and over became like a drug for me. I have my own oral preferences, but cunnilingus isn't about me.
It sounds like perhaps you have encountered some less than enthusiastic men, or just selfish lovers. If that is the case, I hope that changes for you. Your pussy needs to be adored by an earnest man or woman.
Your profile says you're bisexual, so if I may, I'd like to ask you: how often have you encountered another woman who WASN'T very good or enthusiastic at cunnilingus?
My favorite is crossdressing, because I am a CD, followed by trans, gay male, bisexual and lesbian.
Absolutely not! I'm only now planning to get my ears pierced (it's so hard to find old-fashioned clip-on earrings). Most piercings on others don't bother me, even around or near the genitalia, but I steer far clear of any man who has his cock head pierced - (a Prince Phillip or Albert or whatever), because the mindset of someone who would do THAT creeps me out.
A 1967 Fiat 124 station wagon. I bought it from the married woman (9 years older than me) who so graciously relieved me of my virginity. I have since come to have a different view of adultery, but at 17, who has those qualms? Not me.
I LOVED that car, had it for a few years, but then it somehow caught fire and burned down in front of a friend's house on Thanksgiving. Odd - I didn't have any enemies, so I could never figure out what happened - maybe an electrical short. By then, my lover and her husband had moved to Louisiana, and the fire could never turn those fondest of memories to ash.
I know I shouldn't care, but it does bother me. I'm new to the site, still learning about it, but from what I gather, adding someone as your friend pretty much costs you nothing - the ability for them to comment on your photos.
I try not to impose my thoughts onto the ignorer (like they're at the cool kids lunch table, and I don't get to sit with them), because it could be anything. I've been on here a few weeks, and have accepted anybody who asked to be my friend. I have sent 3 friend requests and one accepted (thank you again, "sweetmc" - I adore you, and my other friends), and the other two ignored it.
Professionally, I'm used to rejection: I've been in sales for 28 very successful years, and that type of rejection does not faze me one bit. Personally, it's a different matter, especially when you lose nothing by accepting.
I'm probably just being too sensitive.
Unfortunately, I think it probably will be the first thing people will wonder -whether they ask or not depends on their preconceived attitudes.
For me, it depends on where we meet: if it's on a hookup site, I would absolutely need to know before our communication proceeded to a real life meeting. If it's at a non-sex party or gathering, and we were talking, I would be interested in talking to the person, not the genitalia. If we developed any kind of attraction for each other, it would then most definitely come up (no pun intended), because my own sexuality prefers a penis cloaked in feminine garb.
I feel for you tremendously. I cannot even come close to knowing what that must feel like: to actually believe that whatever cosmic or random forces are at play got your gender wrong. That is the MOST fundamental part of our makeup as human beings, and to have to wrestle with that on top of everything else life throws at us, would be the biggest cross that anyone could ever have to bear. I can only imagine it intellectually, but emotionally, I'm sure I can't eve come close to understanding how it feels.
All who must deal with that, like yourself, have my ultimate respect and admiration. Please do not let ANYONE get you down. It's not you, it's them. I wish you all the best.
How long has since she stopped the bus from going downtown? If it's months, she should have been able to clear up any yeast infections etc.
Listen to so many people here: talk to her. When lovers are afraid to talk, it causes misunderstandings and problems - it makes you jump to dark conclusions. If you gently bring it up and she's evasive, THEN perhaps you should be concerned.
If she's a stranger, it doesn't matter, although fear of an STD would prevent me from hooking up with her.
If I'm involved with her, even though we swing, I don't want to find out that she let some ugly stranger bareback fuck her in the ass in a bathroom because her flight was delayed and he was handy. I prefer people with at least somewhat discriminating tastes.
I have always adored the concept of the sexual adventuress, but a complete lack of discrimination indicates a lack of self respect, at least to me.
I'm new here - I came to read some stories, but found out it's so much more. I'm not sure it's viable as a hook up site, as people are all spread out (no pun intended) and thus far, I haven't found a way to do a geographic search.
Still: anybody should be able to post a faceless full body pick (unless you have a big tattoo that says "I'm Steve Jones from 123 Main St Omaha NE). As a veteran of bisexual hookup sites, I feel people are hiding undesirable body types. Come on: put it out there - whatever your physique, there are people who will like it.
Bottom bottom bottom bottom!!!!
By the time I received the first cock in my anus, I had been fucking only women for 32 years, and having my ass filled with hard cock was like a biblical revelation for me. The absolute best, hardest orgasms I have ever had in my life are a result of a stiff dick jack-hammering my ass (I never knew what a slobbering incoherent faggot I could be).
It's unfortunate that, out in the hook-up world, it seems like all the men want to bottom. Where are all the tops?
I apologize in advance if this is gross to anyone, but it is true:
In 2005, about a year after my divorce, I was playing like a maniac (all safe sex). One day, I had sex with a woman in the afternoon, a bi-couple that night, and another bi-couple the next day. Please don't take this as any sort of bragging, but these encounters averaged over three hours each.
The following day, I had blood in my ejaculate. I went to the doctor, and he said I had torn something down there. To heal, I had to abstain from orgasms for a month. As the visual presentation of sperm figures fairly prominently in my dalliances, I was mortified and, of course, followed the doctor's orders.
This caused me to slow down and spread my encounters out a little better, and have not had a recurrence since, but at the time, it freaked me out, and going without coming for a month was mind-bogglingly difficult.
In this day and age, you pretty much have to tolerate them, or you may find available playmates in short supply. I don't like them on women - on men they don't bother me unless the wearer is covered in them (and if many look "prison-made"). I really don't like them on the neck or face, and will avoid those who have them there.
For sparse tattoos - violent imagery is also a real turn-off.
I have zero tats.
Self-labelling is a very personal, subjective thing. As a casual observer, you sound like a bisexual man. We don't really have control over what arouses us (or what turns us off). A guy may fight like hell to avoid popping a chub over pics of naked men, but that boner wants to be born.
Life is short. Embrace it. Protect yourself and play safe, but I say sometimes you have to get on your knees to stand tall as a man. To thine own self be true. Bon adventure!
When I'm dressed: if I'm with a man, I make it clear that I'm bottom only. When I'm with a CD, unless I get lucky and find a top CD, I'm versatile. It's only fair, plus, a man has a much better chance of having his ass arouse me to the point of fucking it, if the ass is framed by a garter belt and isn't hairy.
Shopping is tricky. I haven't gone out dressed yet - I have a reasonably large face, and I honestly don't think I could ever pass. I shop at the Salvation Army and I have found some awesome stuff at the 99 cent store. Bought a few things at department stores, tops mostly.
My problem is shoes. I have never tried them on first, so I've ended up with 4 pair that fit and about 10 that don't - does anybody have any tips about stretching them out?
I'm working my way up. I just got fairly comfortable with one that's fairly lifelike, about 5.5" in circumference, but only 6" long )with skinnier dicks or dildos 9 has been my max before it doesn't seem to go any further.
I use these when I masturbate, but the problem is: the girth makes me feel like I need to pee (when I don't) and having that thickness inside me makes me come too fast - I'm working on it - now I've got it up to about an hour and 10 minutes before I get so sensitive that I can't hold it.
I don't want to be a real size Queen, like Kim's Anal Heaven, and most of the men I encounter I can handle quite comfortably, but when I run into somebody really thick, I know I've got homework to do.
This freak-out comes from my inexperience with the site. I don't know if anyone else will find this funny. This is entirely true.
When I'm at home, I am a full-time crossdresser. The other morning at about 6:30 AM, I had my computer on, Lush Stories open. I went out on my patio to have a smoke, and I was dressed as I was when I slept: black garter belt, fishnet stockings, pearl necklace (no, not the fun kind) and a soft black sheer top - no heels, just my Uggs. My wooden patio fence, which abuts the alley, is nearly impossible to see through (you would have to put your eye to one of the slits between the vertical boards to see anything, and even then you wouldn't get a very clear view of anything)
I finished my cigarette, and just as I was walking back through the door inside, where my computer is just a few feet away, my blood ran cold when I heard, loud and clear, a Wolf Whistle - you know, it sounds like "Whiii-whew!" (I'm sure most of you who may read this will already know where this is going).
I hurried inside and slowly shut the door, convinced that somehow, someone from the alley had seen me. I have long hair, so I figured they mistook me for a real woman, but I didn't know who it was - if they knew me, was my secret life exposed? What was going to happen NOW? A few chilling scenarios crossed my mind, and I was sincerely worried. I went to work and basically freaked out about it the entire day.
The next morning, I was sitting at my computer, on Lush Stories again, and I jumped in place when I heard the whistle again. I laughed out loud and heaved a HUGE sigh of relief. I didn't know that the whistle sounds when somebody pokes you!
Thank GOD I don't have some anonymous creep from the neighborhood peeping at me. I'm still a secret sissy, and relieved to keep it that way, at least around my neighbors.
I love sucking cock, and I like men to suck mine, but really just to show that it's not one-sided. I still prefer my dick to be sucked by women, and I love coming on a woman's face, just as I eagerly adore having men cum on mine.
It's really been in the past few years. I sucked my first cock at 49 years old, received anal the same year - within a few months of ending my 13 year marriage. I'd always had an admiration for cock, but for the first 32 years of my sexual life, I wholeheartedly lusted for women (I still do), but my cheating ex-wife soured me on love. I still don't think I could really fall in love with a man, but unfortunately, I am skeptical that I could ever give my whole heart to another woman. Sex with men is incredible, and at this point, I prefer it - maybe because I have not encountered any true romantic entanglements there.
It bothers me that I may never again have a true loving relationship with either men or women, because it is very difficult, if not impossible, for me to trust. I am definitely bisexual, but at this point the scale has tipped much more to the gay side. I honestly wish that I could fall in love with a man, but I still don't know if that's possible. Part of me feels tortured.
One of my favorite, and most dangerous, escapades was in a car parked on the side street behind Monty's in Woodland Hills CA. It was already dark when I blew the driver from the passenger seat. I took my lips off his cock and looked up - I could see the cars passing through the intersection at Topanga & Ventura.
I'd say this blowjob took about 7 - 10 minutes (no hands, just mouth), and when he came, he shot up into my throat with such ferocity that his semen splattered into my windpipe while I was swallowing, and I ended up coughing a little cum back into his lap. Usually, I like the sperm in equal parts on my face and in my mouth, but in a car I strive to keep things tidy.
But when I realize how easy it would have been for a cop to shine a flashlight in the car window, I think how stupid it was. I don't want to end up with a "sex offender" status.
