Confessions of a tgirl slut
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His first time with a tgirl.
Friends often ask me how I meet my sex partners. As with so many other people these days, I rely on the Internet. In my Berlin days it was different. There I generally did not rely greatly on online contacts. The online world is full of fantasists whose fantasies rarely leave their desktop.
In Berlin I found actual bars - both straight and mixed - preferable. Berlin is very accepting of sexual difference and gender identities and I never had a problem sitting in a straight bar as a tv. I've written in other 'Confessions' that there are few commercial outlets for the transgendered community but that one is generally accepted in straight bars, restaurants and clubs. The advantages of real encounters as opposed to internet connections are fairly obvious.
Firstly, the interest is real and immediate. I try to present myself as convincing a woman as I can but I think most people will see that I am a tgirl. So a guy knows what he is getting when he shows interest.
Secondly, you don't find the person looking totally differently to their online pics - what you see is what you get.
Thirdly, you have the ability to get to know each other face to face and get a feel for whether it's going anywhere or not.
Alas, not many places are as liberal as Berlin and, despite huge changes in public attitudes as evidenced by the referendum on same sex marriage, Ireland (and especially outside Dublin) is still not a place where a tgirl can expect to have an easy time of it if she dares to venture out to bars.
So I am obliged to rely on internet connections. My main fishing ground is a site for straight swingers. Of course, there are loads of time wasters and fantasists but I have developed a nose for them and generally have learned to get a feel as to who is likely to prove genuine. Admittedly, I get a lot of curiosity interest. On one occasion a guy asked if he could simply come to my front door and look at me as he had never seen a tgirl before. When he showed up, he did actually accept my invitation to come in and chat though, as he was 'officially' filling the car with petrol, it was a brief chat indeed.
Yesterday, I saw a young guy...his first time with a tgirl. He was very nervous and shyand I did ask him if he wanted to have a chat before getting down to business. He expressed a preference for going for it right away so I led him to the bedroom. He stood there awkwardly, avoiding my eyes, so I took charge. I pulled him to me and started whispering in his ear, as I started exploring his body with my hands. He was in his late twenties, slim but athletic. I told him how sexy he was, what a lovely body he had, how he was so good looking. And then my hand went to his groin and I could feel how hard he was.
The only problem with guys having sex with a tgirl for the first time is that I have to watch out for signs that it is working for them. Though I expect that's the case with any new partner. But somehow I am more conscious of the need for caution with a newbie. So it is gratifying to feel the reassuring go ahead of an engorging cock. Cocks never lie. I told him to lie across the bed and just relax. He lay back as I unbuttoned him and released his cock from his underpants. It sprang up to full attention immediately.
His nerves soon disappeared when I treated him to a special blow job. I knew by the way he reacted that he had never had a blowjob like it. As I started in on him, his body began to respond to all the various techniques I used on him. He propped himself up to watch and then I saw that he was also looking in the floor to ceiling doors of my mirrored wardrobe. And greatly enjoying the sight.
Many guys are surprised to discover new erogenous zones. The vast majority of the men I see, for example, have very small nipples that have never been played with and trained to respond. Many also don't know that their balls are equally undeveloped to give pleasure, as is the line running from the balls to the ass. And that the dick responds to a trained slut's teasing in ways they haven't dreamed of. And I teased and drew back and teased some more and drew back so he got to experience edging... I constantly led him close to orgasm but always stopped before he could climax. It may be that this frustrated and possibly even irritated him but suddenly that shy guy became assertive - he stood up abruptly, pushing me away. I thought for one moment that I had misread him and that he was going to walk out, that he had not enjoyed it or, worse, was disgusted with himself for having enjoyed it at all but he spun me round and produced a condom. I loved the fact that he didn't ask me. He decided he was going to fuck me and that's what he did.
Well, he certainly knew what he was doing. He was assertive without being rough. He knew where he wanted it to go and added more and more lube so that, despite his size, it was as easy a penetration as I have encountered. Once he was fully in, he built up a rhythm. He didn't say a word throughout the whole session. I kind of liked that too though I do love very verbal guys. But it made me feel more like a whore that he was just using me as he wanted. I made up for his silence by being verbal myself, telling him what a stud he was, what a man, and urging him on until he shot. Only twenty minutes start to finish but very intense. He will be back.
I didn't cum of course and he didn't ask if I wanted to or if I had enjoyed it. But he did make me leak pre-cum. This is the big advantage of practising chastity. The build up in my sissy cherries is amazing so I leak a lot - but don't shoot until I'm allowed to. It keeps me in a state of heightened sexual tension and obsessed with sex with men.
Brief encounters like this one are often derided for being purely physical acts. I can't say what it is for the guy who makes use of me but I have no doubt that all sorts of psychic needs inside myself are being met and satisfied.
Friends often ask me how I meet my sex partners. As with so many other people these days, I rely on the Internet. In my Berlin days it was different. There I generally did not rely greatly on online contacts. The online world is full of fantasists whose fantasies rarely leave their desktop.
In Berlin I found actual bars - both straight and mixed - preferable. Berlin is very accepting of sexual difference and gender identities and I never had a problem sitting in a straight bar as a tv. I've written in other 'Confessions' that there are few commercial outlets for the transgendered community but that one is generally accepted in straight bars, restaurants and clubs. The advantages of real encounters as opposed to internet connections are fairly obvious.
Firstly, the interest is real and immediate. I try to present myself as convincing a woman as I can but I think most people will see that I am a tgirl. So a guy knows what he is getting when he shows interest.
Secondly, you don't find the person looking totally differently to their online pics - what you see is what you get.
Thirdly, you have the ability to get to know each other face to face and get a feel for whether it's going anywhere or not.
Alas, not many places are as liberal as Berlin and, despite huge changes in public attitudes as evidenced by the referendum on same sex marriage, Ireland (and especially outside Dublin) is still not a place where a tgirl can expect to have an easy time of it if she dares to venture out to bars.
So I am obliged to rely on internet connections. My main fishing ground is a site for straight swingers. Of course, there are loads of time wasters and fantasists but I have developed a nose for them and generally have learned to get a feel as to who is likely to prove genuine. Admittedly, I get a lot of curiosity interest. On one occasion a guy asked if he could simply come to my front door and look at me as he had never seen a tgirl before. When he showed up, he did actually accept my invitation to come in and chat though, as he was 'officially' filling the car with petrol, it was a brief chat indeed.
Yesterday, I saw a young guy...his first time with a tgirl. He was very nervous and shyand I did ask him if he wanted to have a chat before getting down to business. He expressed a preference for going for it right away so I led him to the bedroom. He stood there awkwardly, avoiding my eyes, so I took charge. I pulled him to me and started whispering in his ear, as I started exploring his body with my hands. He was in his late twenties, slim but athletic. I told him how sexy he was, what a lovely body he had, how he was so good looking. And then my hand went to his groin and I could feel how hard he was.
The only problem with guys having sex with a tgirl for the first time is that I have to watch out for signs that it is working for them. Though I expect that's the case with any new partner. But somehow I am more conscious of the need for caution with a newbie. So it is gratifying to feel the reassuring go ahead of an engorging cock. Cocks never lie. I told him to lie across the bed and just relax. He lay back as I unbuttoned him and released his cock from his underpants. It sprang up to full attention immediately.
His nerves soon disappeared when I treated him to a special blow job. I knew by the way he reacted that he had never had a blowjob like it. As I started in on him, his body began to respond to all the various techniques I used on him. He propped himself up to watch and then I saw that he was also looking in the floor to ceiling doors of my mirrored wardrobe. And greatly enjoying the sight.
Many guys are surprised to discover new erogenous zones. The vast majority of the men I see, for example, have very small nipples that have never been played with and trained to respond. Many also don't know that their balls are equally undeveloped to give pleasure, as is the line running from the balls to the ass. And that the dick responds to a trained slut's teasing in ways they haven't dreamed of. And I teased and drew back and teased some more and drew back so he got to experience edging... I constantly led him close to orgasm but always stopped before he could climax. It may be that this frustrated and possibly even irritated him but suddenly that shy guy became assertive - he stood up abruptly, pushing me away. I thought for one moment that I had misread him and that he was going to walk out, that he had not enjoyed it or, worse, was disgusted with himself for having enjoyed it at all but he spun me round and produced a condom. I loved the fact that he didn't ask me. He decided he was going to fuck me and that's what he did.
Well, he certainly knew what he was doing. He was assertive without being rough. He knew where he wanted it to go and added more and more lube so that, despite his size, it was as easy a penetration as I have encountered. Once he was fully in, he built up a rhythm. He didn't say a word throughout the whole session. I kind of liked that too though I do love very verbal guys. But it made me feel more like a whore that he was just using me as he wanted. I made up for his silence by being verbal myself, telling him what a stud he was, what a man, and urging him on until he shot. Only twenty minutes start to finish but very intense. He will be back.
I didn't cum of course and he didn't ask if I wanted to or if I had enjoyed it. But he did make me leak pre-cum. This is the big advantage of practising chastity. The build up in my sissy cherries is amazing so I leak a lot - but don't shoot until I'm allowed to. It keeps me in a state of heightened sexual tension and obsessed with sex with men.
Brief encounters like this one are often derided for being purely physical acts. I can't say what it is for the guy who makes use of me but I have no doubt that all sorts of psychic needs inside myself are being met and satisfied.
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