This was a true story. If you have ever been to atl you will know what I am talking about
I am over 18 and a sexy trans lady
I had my sex change at 19 and have been all girl ever since.
If you would like to comment or contact me write a nice letter and I'll tell you more
Send to missyshowman@gmail.com
*I have been working on a better ide4a of how I want to do this in the future. If you have any good ideas or you are going to be in the Atlanta area let me know soon *
Missy
This is part of a letter I wrote over a week to a friend about my latest sexual encounter. He was interested in hearing about what happened when I had my erotic fantasy come true this year. I am a housewife, but I do have a very erotic side to me. I am married and I must say that this has been quite an experience for me. I am in Atlanta and I do want to make this happen again. If you would like to email me with your comments, I will try to respond, but remember I do have only limited time I can respond to letters. If you would like to meet me or see my pictures, you will need to write a real letter telling me about yourself and why you find my story fascinating. You will need to put the words, "I liked your sexy story" in the subject line of your email to me.
Hi there sexy.
As you know I have been trying to get a man that I thought was serious about letting me poop in his mouth and have him eat it as I watched. I really do not know how this all got started, but I do remember reading about it or hearing about it when I was in school. I just remember it was always in the back of my head and it seemed so very naughty and erotic. I was always too embarrassed to say anything to my boyfriend about it and I somehow thought that he would mention it at some time. I for some reason thought that it was one of those things that all guys did at some point. Well he never asked and then we broke up. My next boyfriend was very oral and would lick me for hours at a time. Oh how I loved the feel of his soft tongue on my body. He had this way of just lightly touching my clit and flicking his tongue up and down. I have never had any man that could reproduce that feeling of lightness, rhythm and duration. It was so very light and he would just sit there and lick me for what seemed like an hour. Each time it would culminate in a huge and lengthy orgasm. Then I was completely finished. I was so exhausted I would not let him enter me. I know he must have been frustrated, but that was just the way he did it. I have never been sure about this, but I think he finally went to another girl just to have intercourse with her. I would have been happy to let him in me, but he never asked. I was very sad when we broke up, but at that time I was sure I could find another guy and at least tell him what I wanted. Anyway, one night while he was in the middle of a particularly long licking session, he went down lower than before and started licking my poop place. Well, that felt good, but not all that good. But, my mind raced back to the idea that he wanted to taste my poop. As he licked, I tried to push something out, but there was nothing inside me at that time. I tried several times to get him to go back there when I felt I had to poop, but he never would. I asked one time if he would go there again, but he just shook his head and said maybe.
Now here in the interesting part, I got so fixed on the idea that this was some sort of erotic thing that I had to try. I could not stop thinking about how sexy it would be to have a man eating right out of my poopy place. Don't ask me why, but the idea just raced around in my head for the next few years. I would try and get the conversation directed it that direction with the next few boyfriends, but it never even got close to working out. After a few years, I met my husband and I just could not bring myself to get in that mood for wild times. Now I was trying to be careful and not let on that I had tried anything like that before. And, it is never good to tell your husband about other guys or other sexual experiences. Then after I had the twins, I was just being mommy all the time and the idea just faded into the back ground.
Missy
Ps: sorry, this got a little long, so it is going to be a two part story and I was not sure if you wanted this much detail. Let me know what you think so far.
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2nd part
Sorry for the long delay, but I can only write when I can use a computer that I know is used by other people so that I don't need to worry about my hubby finding this or the twins. (Twin girls are something else) So any way, I can only write when I get to the library and I can quietly use the one that everyone uses. That way no one knows who wrote this. So now where was I.????
Oh yes, I have always wanted this so bad and it was just stuck in my head about how sexy this was and if I would ever get a chance to try this out. I know that this is a bit long but I just though you would like to here how I got to this naughty place.
So we had been married for a few years and I had almost forgotten about my little erotic thoughts, and then I was listening to one of my girl friends talk about how one of her boyfriends wanted to lick her bottom and was always sticking his tongue way up inside her rear. All the girls laughed and said how nasty that was and why do men think like that. Well, there I was just sitting there wondering if he would like the real thing to eat, but I couldn't say a word. I didn't want to ask the girls if they had the same passions as I did. Girls can be so funny some times. The conversation quickly turned to the things hubby won't do, but I was just transfixed and thinking about how I would find a guy to do what I wanted.
So about 4 months ago one of my girl friends showed me the Craig's list thing. I immediately thought about my passion for the poopy thing but I was too timid to write an ad. I started to read the ads and some of them were talking about all kind of kinky things. I was intrigued and then I finely saw an ad about a guy that wanted to lick a girl's dirty bottom right after she had pooped. That was all it took, I finally decided to just write my ad. It was a bit strange and I was very careful not to use the home computer or let anyone see what I was writing. But, I did want to find the right guy. I had several responses, but mostly it was just for the guys that wanted to date me or meet me for some kind of sexual thing. I was not at all interested in having sex, but I was interested in the idea of a man that was going to make things naughty.
Then I started to get some responses that were closer to what I wanted. I can't tell you how turned on I was when I started reading some of the responses. It seemed like I was on fire every time I would go to the email and open my mail. I must say there were many false starts and most of my emails just went nowhere. It seemed like every guy out there was only interested in having some kind of sexual thing with me. Then I finally got a response from a guy that sounded real. He said he was form WDC, and he had a mistress that he would please by eating her poop. I was soaking wet after reading his letter. I wrote back and wanted some personal information about his age and size. We wrote back several times and he seemed to be more interested every time. He was not asking me about sex, or what he could lick, he was very focused on just what I wanted.
I know that we talked a little but I was never quite sure about you and if you were the right person. It is hard to tell, and that is one reason I thought I would tell you the story. My first time was very important to me, and I wanted to get the right guy that had experience and desire.
His general thing was that he was married and didn't dare ask his wife for this, and he was not interested in sex, he just wanted to lay back and "enjoy the warmth and taste of my insides" as he put it. I couldn't believe that he wrote that. I think I almost came when I read that Sentence. Giggle, I knew I was interested and I was all queasy in my belly thinking about how long I have waited for this moment. After a few more emails we decided to set up a time and a place for the special event. He wanted to meet on a Wednesday in downtown Atlanta. He said that he was in town on business and he wanted to stay at the four seasons. That did sound exotic and just a little sexy. He finally gave me his phone number, and I was called him. He had a deep raspy voice but he was very articulate and sounded like he had done this before. I told him I was not interested in anything sexual, but just wanted to watch him enjoy eating my poop. He indicated that was what he wanted also, and that I did not even need to take my clothes off, just sit and he would eat. I guess he seemed so relaxed and at ease with talking about this that I just felt he was the one I wanted to have my first time with.
I was ok until Monday arrived, and all I could think about was the idea of what Wednesday would be like. I was just like a little girl waiting for Christmas. I seemed like it would never come. This was the first full week in January and it was cold, so I planed to wear a coat but I was not sure what I wanted to wear for our meeting in the room. I wanted to wear something special, but not expensive, just in case he got physical and tried to rip my dress. I went to the closet and started to try things on. After an entire afternoon of trying on dresses, I decided on an older party dress that I hadn't worn in several years. It was a gold and black silk fluffy dress that did look good on me but was just a little dated now. It had a full skirt that allowed lots of movement and I could pull up and squat easily in. I tried watching in front of the mirror several times and I would get so wet just thinking about what this was going to be like. I was so scared and yet so excited. This was going to be the sexiest day of my life. I looked in the mirror and smiled my little naughty smile that only my boyfriend in college had ever seen. I did look ever so elegant on the outside but I felt so naughty on the inside.
That night my tummy did flip flops as I went to bed.
The next morning was Tuesday, and all I could think about was when was Wednesday going to be here. I decided that I need a new pair of sexy panties, just in case he wanted to see me so I went out shopping to vs and picked out a pair of silk lace panties. They were just right for taking off in front of a total stranger. Oh, yes by this time I had not been to the bathroom since Monday, and I was feeling a bit bloated. I was not sure I could hold it until Wednesday afternoon, but my mind was racing ahead thinking about all the naughty things that were going to happen tomorrow. As I left the store I could feel my wetness increasing as my thoughts kept pushing all my little sexy buttons. I had to get home soon and release some of this tension. By the time I got home there were only 45 minutes before I had to go pick them up form school. That is really not enough time for me, but this was the last time I would be alone until my naughty meeting. Quickly I took off my skirt and my pantyhose as I lay back on the fluffy bed cover. My legs were ready and I pulled them close to my chest. I don't know why, but I love to feel my legs close to my body when I play with myself. I pull my legs close to my close and then reach around the back of my legs and then I can play with my little spot.
I always start with light touches around the outside and my thighs. With my legs pulled up close it gives me lots of area to rub all up the back sides of my legs and the back of my knees. I know it must look unusual to see me when I do this, but it is just the way I like to do it. (I did show one of my boyfriends when I was younger, but he laughed, so I never showed anyone again.) So there I was laying there just rubbing my legs and thinking about what he will look like and how sexy it will be tomorrow. The effect was electric. My mind pictured all the erotic thoughts that have built up over the years and they played back in my head rapidly. Normally it takes about an hour for me to play with myself and make it work. This time I new it would be quick. I immediately went right between my legs and started to rub my spot like crazy. I am used to taking my time and savoring the moment, but now it was building fast, each little flick of my hand sent little charges up my spine. I just a few minutes I could feel my wetness all over my leg. That was usual, but it had never happen so quickly. With a few more flicks, I was done as the waves of lust just washed out of my body. I held my hand close to me, and felt the muscles of my legs squeeze my hand tight between my thighs. I love that feeling when I have my hand holding tight and my legs just squeeze together. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of release. When I get in this position, I can just press on my sex and it makes a little orgasm and then another. I can just sit there and enjoy the feeling for about 5 minutes. After that I am wiped out and can barely move. My legs get so week I can barely walk.
I could feel the minutes tick by as my mind recalled some of my sexual moments in my life. I was amazed that I could remember back to my fist time and several times that I had forgotten about. I just lay there, my hand between my legs, thinking, thinking thinking. All of the erotic times flashed before me, and all I could think about was tomorrow.
With a quick look at the clock on the bedside table, I gasped as I realized I had been there the full 45 minutes and it was now time to pick up the girls. I got up form the bed and almost collapsed on the floor as my legs were not ready to move and buckled underneath me. I caught myself on the side of the bed and quickly put my clothes back on and rushed for the car.
It is times like this that I feel so naughty and bad. I love my girls and would do nothing to harm them, but I know that I am so sexually attracted to this naughty act that I would almost risk anything to have it happen. Fortunately the girls were running late and I was there in time to pick them up.
Sorry I need to take another break I'll get back shortly.
I hope you don't mind this is taking longer to write than I had planned.
Missy
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Tuesday evening was a blur. I picked up the girls and cooked dinner. I fond my mind wondering every free moment that I had while I was cooking. I would ask myself if I was ready for this and if I had the courage to make it happen. I am not brave person, but my fantasy was driving me forward towards a goal. Any time my mind would think about what I was planning, I could feel the warmth grow between my legs. It was erotic and it was making my body go crazy with lust. This was very real now. Al I needed to do was picture is face between my legs and I would immediately feel little tingles go up my spine. It seemed so naughty. As with most people in a strained situation, I was outwardly trying to be super normal. But inside, I was I such a sate of arousal I felt everyone could see it on my face. I thought my little afternoon erotic session would have calmed my sexual urges down, but it seemed to only make me want more.
During dinner my hubby asked if I was ok. I just replied that it was my time of the month and he went back to eating dinner. We have not engaged in much sexual activity for several years, and I think he is having a hard time getting hard. I still do love him, but he is just not the thing I need sexually, and I thought it better that I not think about my Wednesday while at dinner. We finished and when the family left the dinning room I sat in the table finishing my desert and daydreaming about sexy Wednesday.
Would I be sexually aroused when I met him???? Would he be a weirdo??? Would he try to rape my??? All of these questions raced around in my head. To calm myself down I fixed my mind on what way I wanted to face when we were doing this. He said he wanted to lie on the floor, so he could get a full view of my sexy parts and the poop as it came out. But what way would I face when I went to squat on him????? Should I face his face or his penis? I smiled as I heard hubby turn the TV on in the next room. Little did he know his precious little wife was planning such a naughty meeting for the next afternoon? What would he think if he new I was sitting at the dinner table with all alone contemplating whether to face or not face the man I was pooping on????? I giggled as I decided to face his face and cleared the table of the dinner dishes.
Wednesday was bright and cold. A little chilly for Atlanta, but that was ok with me. I could wear a long coat and hide my sexy dress underneath. I quickly got the girls to school and came directly back to the house. I wanted to enjoy my time before the one o'clock meeting. The four seasons is a very elegant hotel, and I wanted to look my part. I wanted to look perfect for my date with my naughty side.
A quick hot sudsy shower and I was at my makeup table wrapped in my fluffy pink robe. I love to do my makeup in a sexy flashy manner. But I usually have nowhere to go, so this was going to be fun. I wanted to look as sexy as possible with out looking like a hooker just going to a room for sex. This idea made my laugh uncontrollably. What would people think If they new the real reason I was going to a fancy hotel was to poop in a mans mouth????? Oh, this idea was so sexual and erotic I immediacy got wet again and briefly thought about a quickie sexy session, but I decided not to because I wanted to let all the sexual tension build all day. That way I would be dripping wet by the time of our meeting.
I have a special line of expensive makeup that my hubby never sees. When everyone is away I will take it out and pretend that I am meeting a rich business man for an elegant dinner. I love to do make up and I think I send you a picture of my make up table. If I didn't, just let me know. Well, I decided on an elegant sexy look with dark red lips, smoky grey eyes, and just a hint of sparkly on my eyes. This would be just the thing to say, elegant but erotic in the daytime. This would be Not too sexy, but just enough to make men take notice and turn heads. I chuckled; I can be so sensual when I want to be. It seems like all of my sexual energy is going to waste on my hubby. He appreciates nothing about my elegant side or my erotic side. I did the foundation and my lips, plucked my eye brows, and combed my hair up and back. It was time to try on my dress.
I always like to try on my dress and make sure that everything looks just right before I do all the make up and hair. That way I can make sure that it will be perfect and everything matches. I slipped the dress on and put the black heels on my feet. A quick look in the full length mirror on my closet door and I was pleased. The image in the mirror was great. If you ask, I may have an old picture of that dress. It is a short black dress with gold beading on the collar. It is just short enough to say sexy, but not so short that it says hooker. The black high heel pumps were just plain elegant. It all looked sexy and sensual, just like me.
I took it all off, returned to the makeup table and finished my smoky eyes, and put my hair up with a sexy swept up look. As you know, it is cut short, so I just comb it up and put a little spray in it to make it stay. Now it was time for my panties and bra. I slip the panties out of my lingerie drawer and grabbed a black bra. They didn't not match, but he was not going to see my bra anyway. I carefully hooked the bra behind my back and slipped the silk panties on. Now, the big question, thigh highs or nothing??? I new I couldn't wear my usual pantyhose because I would need to pull them down and squat over his face. I dint really want to spend time fumbling with pantyhose when I was going to be in state of near sexual hysteria. But it was cold outside. Yes, I thought to myself, a sexy pair of black lace thigh high stockings would be perfect. I reached into my stocking drawer and found my favorite pair of lacey thigh highs that I had been saving for a sexy moment with hubby. I giggled as I thought this was a much better use for them. I took them out of the package and slipped them carefully on my legs.
Then it was back to the dress and I slipped it on over my head and put the heels back on. Another check of the mirror, and I loved what I saw. There I was sexy, elegant, and just erotic enough. I took the perfume and spritzed some around my neck and wrists. Then with a chuckle, I lifted up my dress and gave a little squirt between my legs. He was definitely going to see my panties and he was surely going to be close enough to my sexy parts to smell my perfume.
As I turned to face the mirror, it hit me like a wave. I flushed dark red. There I was all dressed up ready to meet a man I had never seen before. A total stranger. I was weak. My legs were wobbly and I slumped back to the edge of the bed and sat there looking at my image. I was definitely sexy. I was definitely elegant. But, was I ready to do this????? I looked back at the mirror, and just sat there thinking. Yes, I was ready. This was my moment to be sexy. This was my moment to have my sexual fantasy come true. I was doing this for my sexual needs, not for the desires of some man. With a burst of lusty courage I again stood up and smiled at the mirror.
"You go girl!!" I yelled at the sexy image and turned to go down to the garage.
I glanced at the clock in the kitchen, and it said 1130 am. I was a little early but I still had to driven down town and park the car. I went to the hall closet and looked for my sexy black fur coat. It stays in there and is covered in a clear plastic wrapper. I slipped it out and it still had a faint hint of my perfume from when I wore it on New Year's Day. It always feels so warm and sexy when I put it on. I do get little goose bumps when I first slip it on my arms. Quickly I went out to the garage and opened the van door and stepped into the driver seat.
I could feel the cool seat on my thighs as I stared the car and opened the garage door. For a minute I sat there my mind racing ahead to the next few hours. Total bliss and total naughtiness. It was a strong desire. I had about 3 hours of freedom before I had to return to my little housewife world. 3 hours to fulfill a lifetime fantasy. 3 hours to make a monumental change in my sexual nature. I looked up and the rear view mirror and look into my eyes. I could see the desire in them. With a quick smile I started the car and eased out of the garage. I was free. I knew I was not truing back. My heart was pounding as I slipped into forward and accelerated away from the house. When I came back I would be a different person.
As I drove south to the downtown area I was just trying to drive and not think about all that he and I had talked about on the phone. He told me what he looked like. He told me what he would be wearing. He was at the fancy 4 season's hotel, One of the nicest downtown hotels. He sounded normal, but was any of this normal??? I could feel little tingles form between my lags and I looked down to the hem of my skirt just hiding my sexy spot but revealing the lacey parts of my thigh high stockings. They do look good and I love the lacey tops. Every time I wear them I notice the men all spend a little extra time watching my legs. I think I have some pictures of them if you want me to send them to you. I couldn't help running my hand up my thigh just to feel how smooth and soft the stockings make my legs feel. The warmth of my hand sent tingles up to my sexy spot. With a sexy giggle, I turned my attention back to the road; there would be plenty of time for that later today.
Well, I was on my way. I could see the tall buildings of downtown Atlanta as I spend down the freeway looking for the exit for the 4 seasons. Downtown is always a mess, and today was no different. I always get a little lost and it took me 30 minutes to find the fourteenth street. I pulled onto the parking garage and got my parking ticket form the machine. I carefully parked the car and headed for the hotel entrance.
As I entered I was impressed by the lobby and how elegant it looks in the day time. I had been there before, but it was in the evening. The bellmen were all in coats and smiled as I approached. I could hear the clicking of my heels on the marble floor as I walked towards the elevators. He was on the seventh floor. I pushed the up button and waited for the door to open. This was a nice hotel. Funny bit all I could think about was Julia Roberts in pretty woman when she was in the lobby of the hotel waiting to go up to the penthouse. God, if she only knew what I was about to do!!! My heart skipped a few beats when the elevator dinged and the doors opened wide. This was it. Time to go make my erotic fantasy come true. I stepped in and pushed the seven button. Up I went, all alone in my little metal cage to meet a sexual fantasy. As the elevator moved upwards, I had that little mental moment that flashed it my head. Note to self, "This would be a great elevator to have sex in some time." But not today, I had a date with destiny.
With a slight jerk, the car stopped and the doors opened. There I was at the seventh floor. I stepped out on to the carpeted floor and looked for room 710. It was just a few doors down, and I stopped myself just before knocking. My heart was pounding in my chests like a jack hammer. I could feel my face flush up yet again. I felt so alive and erotic. There I was, standing in the hall dress in a sexy black dress and literally soaking my panties with night on my mind but the desire to see his face, the face I would soon poop on.
The brass numbers on the door were seven one zero. I made a mental double check that they were right. This was not the time to knock on the wrong door. My insides went crazy as I lifted my hand to knock on the door. I was crazy with lust, I was crazy with fear. I took three deep breaths and rapped on the door three times. The hallway was strangely quite this time of day and all I could hear in my eras was the pounding from my heart.
It seemed like an eternity before I heard any motion in the room. Then all I heard trough the door was a faint, "Is that you missy???" My heart jumped. "Yes," was all I could manage over the racing sounds of my blood rushing in my ears. Panic set in quickly, and I shifted my weight form side to side to try to get it under control. I could hear the lock on the door move and then it cracked open just enough so he could see my face.
Must stop again sorry kids are back
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As he peaked around the cracked door, I could see a broad smile erupt on his face. He gasped a quick, "hello," and moved to open the door.
The door slowly opened all the way as he almost hid behind it, and he asked me to come inside. With one quick step, I was inside his room as I heard the door close behind me with a load thud. I took a few steps in and turned to face my adversary. I could easily see the twinkle in his eyes as he looked me over from top to bottom. I do love the way men look at me some times, and this was no exception. We stopped there for an instant as we both stared and tired to absorb what was going to happen. For some reason I felt at ease as I stood there letting his eyes dart over my body. Men love to stare and I guess I enjoyed the little look on his face. This was something familiar to me and it did calm my nerves a bit.
My mind raced ahead. There I was in the hotel room, looking at the man that was going to eat my poop. He was about 6 feet tall and a little round in the middle, not a bad looking man, and he seemed very professional. But the best part was how normal he looked, almost average. His clothes looked like a banker or a stock broker. I smiled and turned to walk a little further in the room. As I walked I trued my head just enough so I could watched as his eyes glistened when he saw my walk. The high heels make my hips sway and I do have a little sexy bounce when I walk.
He smiled and asked if I would like to sit down and get comfortable. I nodded yes, and took my coat off slowly and handed it to him. He gasped as the coat came off my back and revealed my dress. The front of my dress makes my boobs seem to grow, and the back plunges down very low on my back. As I watched, I could tell he was looking at my body with envy and lust. I know that look so well. Never let a girl tell you she does not like men looking at her with raw lust in their eyes. It felt so good to know that he was loving the look I give off in person. I have always liked my pictures, but I feel I am just one of those ladies that looks much better in person. I am very sexy when I want to be, and I just love to turn heads when I go out to dinner.
I turned and slowly walked to the chair next to the bed and I could feel his eyes on my back as he got the full view of my dress form the rear. I turned and sat in the chair crossing my legs in one motion. I looked right into his eyes as he I caught him staring at my chest.
"You have a lovely body," he stammered.
I chuckled a quick "thanks" and gave my head a shake to let my hair fill out and surround my face with a little naughty ringlet halo. Again, I caught his eyes as they went right for my chest. My breasts are not that big, but this dress pushes them together and makes them seem twice as big. I had forgotten how men stare at them when they are all pushed together and sexy. I like it most of the time, and I sensed that he was enjoying the view. He shifted his eyes to my crossed legs and just let out a little yummy sound.
"Up here," I said and his eyes returned to my face. With a quick smile I asked, "Do you like me in person?"
"You are very stunning in person," he replied.
"Are you ready to begin?" he asked.
With a smile and a grin I nodded yes and motioned that it was time he began to disrobe.
He slowly took off his coat, shirt and tie as I watched. I am not all that impressed with men when they strip, and this was no exception, but I could tell he had done this before. As he began to finish, he pointed to the floor beside the bed. There he had laid out a long bath towel and he had another one rolled up as a pillow for his head. As I looked at the setting, I felt little waves of desire in my tummy. I could feel that erotic feeling that always makes me weak when I think about a new sexual encounter. This was getting so hot and sexy. My lifelong sexual fantasy was about to be a reality.
As his clothes came off I could feel my insides get weak with sexual desire. Not for him, but I was aroused by the idea that this was so very naughty. Naughty and dirty, just as my mind had pictured the events. He was a stranger and I was the here in his room. I was married, but I was here to partake in my sexual fantasy. He was to do my bidding, and let me poop in his mouth. Would he eat it all just as he said??? Would he attack me??? Would I be strong enough to endure this fantasy??? All these thoughts raced through my head as he completed his undressing and moved towards the towels.
His penis was erect and standing straight out. I got an intense tingle as I watched is penis bounce with each step. There is this little piece of me that loves to look at a hard penis. I do love to caress them with my fingers and feel the hardness on my soft hand. He was average sized, I would say about 6 inches, but it did have a nice pointed head. My mind stopped right there. This was not about sex, and I did not want to make this anything other than what we had talked about. I was not going to let this be about sex. I wanted my fantasy.
He smiled and lay down on the floor with his head resting on the rolled up towel. He was hard! I could see his penis pulsing with each heart beat as it lifted just momentarily off his tummy. The head was swollen and looked almost purple. My heart started to skip beats and flutter. It was time for my part. I had been so scared and aroused I had completely forgotten the swelling inside my tummy. My insides were full of warm poop and I needed some release quickly. I could feel that wetness between my legs grow and grow. It was warm and wet between my legs and my head was just swimming with erotic sexual thoughts.
As I lifted myself off the chair, I could feel the cool air sweep up under my skirt. The motion of standing released more trapped wetness form between my legs. I surly thought I might start dripping. I was wetter than I had ever been before. From his place on the floor I was sure he could see my new pink panties under my skirt. My mouth was dry but my sexy parts were soaking wet. A total stranger that I had never met before was looking directly up my skirt, and in a moment I would lower my bare bottom to his waiting mouth. The image of what was going to happen shortly overcame my fear.
He could see that look in my eyes. I was scared but determined. He new I was all his. He could see the sheer wanton lust in my eyes. God I want to do this. Our eyes locked as I began to get ready.
I slowly reached down under my dress and pulled the panties lower to my thighs. Now, with both hands, I eased them to my ankles and fumbled with getting them over my high heels. All the time, my eyes were fixed on his face. He was not watching me; he was fixed on what was under the panties. I had shaved it a little to enhance the sides and make the hair a little thinner. I am blonde and my hair down there is very light, so just a little trimming makes it look almost bare.
When I finally got the lacy panties over my heels, I stood up with most of the dress in my hands. I lifted the dress up and let him have full view of my sexy parts. Little sexual tingles swept across my entire body. I loved that feeling of raw sexuality standing there feeling the cool breeze on my most precious parts as his eyes fixed on those same parts. His hand raced for his penis and gave it a little tug and he just gasped. I moved a little closer.
Horsley he whispered, "You are beautiful."
Now he was mine. I could feel the change come over his body. He tugged at his penis and let a long low moan. His faced flashed red. Even I could feel what he was seeing. My wetness was growing. I could feel it start to seep down my leg, and I knew he was seeing it also. I moved closer to his side. Now he was almost directly below me. I reached between my legs and just lightly part my lips with my index finger. His mouth opened up and he made little flicking motions with his tongue.
"No licking, remember," I repeated.
He gave a little school boy nod in agreement as his eyes and faced glowed with desire. God I was wet. I could feel streams down both legs now. I was soaking wet. My breath was short and quick. I could feel every heartbeat in my ears. Carefully, I placed my heels on either side of his head. There he lay, my sexy black heels framing his now beet red face with those pleading eyes. I was facing ahead, with is head beneath my open skirt.
With out a sound I slowly lowered my bottom lower to his waiting mouth. I was making sure that he made no sudden movements to get at me or lick my sexy parts. His eyes bulged out as my sexy parts came closer and closer. I could hear him gasping for air and panting at the same time. As I looked between my thighs, his head grew bigger and bigger as I crept closer. Finally I was squatting just over his mouth. My bottom was just even with his mouth and I could feel his hot breath on my exposed rear. I almost giggled it was such a sexy sight. That little red face framed by my smooth white thighs made just a perfect picture. I couldn't see his moth now, but I could feel his breath just inches away form my little poopy place.
"Please, now," he gasped in more of a plea than a request.
I smiled and started to push a little. Immediately I could feel my rear opening up. I was ready to poop, and it was not going to take long. I could feel the fullness in my bottom as the poop pushed its way down. I was enthralled by the feelings of sexy delight as I watched his eyes move form my sexy part back just ever so slightly to what was coming out of my bottom.
I was having the strangest sensations in my mind. It was a mixture of sexuality and lusting that was taking over my mind. My body was ready to poop, and my front was leaking wetness. I had never felt anything so totally erotic before. I had to poop so bad, my body was in heaven just feeling the release of the pressure, and my front immediately started to come. Not a huge orgasm, but just the beginnings of what was to come later. It must have been all the tension in the muscles that just started to explode with even the slightest pressure from my pushing the poop out.
I relaxed a little as I felt the poop start to fully open my rear. I just held my breath for a few seconds to rest and let it come out naturally. Then, with just a slight push and I could feel it leave my rear. I instantly felt something new that I have never felt before. I could feel the poop wiggle. I looked down just as I realized what was happening. He had his tongue on the first inch of poop and he was licking it causing it to wiggle in my bottom. God was that delicious. What a wonderful sexy feeling. If he kept doing that I would come so hard I could not stay on my feet. Then the wiggling stopped. I raised up a little just in time to see a little brown chunk of poop disappear in his mouth.
God this was so different and exciting.
I watched in amazement as he chewed the bit and swallowed it down. I had to do more. I pushed a little more out my bottom and again felt the little wiggles as he licked and bit off another piece to chew on. I can not tell you how aroused I was. Had he moved up and licked my front just once, I would have instantly collapsed on him in orgasmic convulsions. My mind reeled in the naughty little ecstasy as I watched him chew my fresh poop. I felt so wicked and sexy. My insides were still full and I knew there was more to come out. I sat there and watched each chew as his mouth moved and I waited for him to swallow. Within seconds he was finished and his mouth popped open like a hungry animal waiting for his master to feed him. I detected a faint smile on his face and my mind just exploded again. He loved eating my poop. I realized that this was what he desired. He was not interested in sex with me; his desire was to be naughty and dirty. He was the dirty little boy and he was being very bad today. My mind raced ahead.
Instantly I cooed a sultry, "are you my dirty little boy???"
His eyes flashed from my bottom and he looked up into my eyes and I could feel that strange notion when you know that someone is looking deep into your soul. As I watched his faced softened and he just nodded in agreement.
"Do you want all of mommy's poopy????" I questioned.
His eyes again looked deep into me and his faced distorted just enough to let me know I was on the right track. I could see that look of puzzlement and yearning on his face. I have seen that look several times when a boyfriend wants to have sex with me but is afraid to ask. It is the look of a little boy that has done something wrong, but he desperately wishes you will not punish him. The "how did you catch me look", combined with "the please don't punish me" look. His face again softened and he nodded vigorously in agreement.
I felt like I was in heaven. This is where I wanted to be. I was delightfully enchanted by his wanton desire for my womanly poop. It gave me a peace inside that I had never experienced before. I had always felt a little bit odd that I wanted to engage in such an erotic meeting like this. But now, I was convinced that it was not just something that I wanted, but he wanted just as much as I did. A shy smile crept over my entire face as I looked deep into his eyes. I could feel all of the tension of the meeting melting away as we were now engaged in a mutual erotic act. He wanted to taste all of my internal female sexy poop, and I wanted to enjoy the feeling of totally naughty behavior. It was naughty and yet sexy. I felt like I was in a new sexual place in my mind. A warm and comfortable place were I could just relax and let my insides just bathe his face with my warm fresh poop.
Ever so slightly I pushed my muscles, and a nice warm feeling came over me as the next piece of poop moved from inside my body into his waiting mouth. It was a bigger piece this time, and I could feel his lips pulling it out as he tried to chew as it emerged. I rocked forward a little, as it came out to give him more room for it to lengthen. He knew what to do. He lifted his head, slipped the long piece all the way in his mouth, and bit it off right at my bottom. I could just feel the softness of his lips as they skimmed my rear hole.
This time he was chomping and making all kinds of eating noises. Yum, yum yum, I could hear him mumble over the chewing noises. Oh, what a treat this was for me. I relaxed and looked down to enjoy the sight of his contented face. He looked so peaceful and happy chomping away on his tasty morsel from my rear.
This was pushing some deep erotic buttons way down in my soul. I was so delightfully turned on and it was like I had just discovered sex and men for the first time. I felt none of the trepidation or the guilt that most girls feel with a new lover. It felt so free and exciting to be enjoying such a tender moment. And there was that strange feeling of feeding or nourishing another being. It must be a deep maternal instinct that was taking over. Something from deep in our animal past was making my mind feel the deep need to nourish a hungry person. I can only surmise that it is the same feeling that I would get when I was nursing the twins. It was similar, but this had the feeling of sexuality combined with that feeling of feeding. This was an erotic feeding. My mind hit on that idea and a little smile came over my face. I was feeding him part of me. My body was feeding his body and his sexual needs. We were both locked in a deep human erotic moment. I had never imagined that I would have such a deep and emotional bonding moment with a total stranger.
I was pulled out of my little maternal thoughts by the warm wet flicking on my rear. His tongue was rubbing my bottom trying to get more poop to come out. A little squeeze of my muscles, and I released another long tube of poop into his open mouth. This one was a bit longer than before, and I could see his cheeks fill out as he stuffed his mouth full. As I looked at his chubby cheeks, waves of sexual delight washed over my entire body. This was not an orgasm, but more of a ripple of sexual delight that just came in gentle wave after wave of pleasure. I just closed my eyes and rocked a little as each wave washed over me. This felt so good; I did not want it to end.
Then I again felt that little flicking on my bottom. I opened my eyes and just instinctively pushed one more time on my muscles. My bottom opened up and the last of my poop slid form my bottom into his waiting open mouth. Again I heard the chomping noises as he devoured the last of my poop. I waited and just sat there enjoying the feeling of emptiness on my insides. I was content to just rest my body and my mind. As if by instinct, he must have sensed that I was now empty. I could now feel his tongue working its way into my bottom. Twisting and writhing it worked its way in deeper and deeper.
I must confess that it was not that good a feeling and I did feel more like just letting my bowels relax at that point. As he tried to work his tongue inside me I decided I needed a little break, so I smiled and slowly stood up. I did not want to faint, as I was not sure how my legs muscles would respond to standing after squatting such a long time.
As I rose up, I could see a near look of panic on his face. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still filled with all my fresh brown poop. I was fascinated by the look of him trying to speak, chew, and swallow at the same time. I could see the brownness in his mouth. It was a rich dark brown, like a deep dark chocolate. He was trying to say something, but I was too caught up watching his dark brown tongue move that I was not paying attention to the words. Then I finally heard the letter p. My mind was in a fog, until I heard him gasp, piss. Then it hit me. He wanted my pee.
I did need to go, so with a slight chuckle, I lowered my front back down to his mouth. My mind was now laughing, as I though to myself, "What the heck, he just ate my poop, I guess he needs to wash it down." I pulled my dress in tight and made sure that it was not going to get wet. This was just like peeing outdoors, and felt strangely natural. I had a little twinge of embarrassment that comes form just being shy about peeing in front of people in general. I guess it is just a female thing because guys seem to pee anywhere they want to. It flashed over me and was quickly gone as I looked into his eyes again. I smiled and my faced made that little strained look that you can never see, but you know must look funny, and I felt my stream start.
Then it hit me. Just the movement of my pee over my clitoris must have triggered my sexual release. A huge electric orgasm swept up my body. It was so unexpected and quick, even my body was surprised. It was like nothing I have ever felt before. Ever. My muscles were all quivering and tingling. I could feel every drop as it passed out of me. Each little pulse of pee would trigger waves of orgasm. I felt like I was going to throw up. My pee was shooting out of me and I tried to stand up but my muscles were not going to cooperate at all. All I could do was fall forward onto the floor. As I did, I tried to put my hand between my legs to stop the pee. But all that did was to put more pressure on my clit and make more orgasms.
I fell on my side and just lay there twitching and peeing on myself. I must have passed out for an instant. I could not move at all. I felt a strange pain in my side. This was the first time I have had such a violent orgasm that it really did hurt. I could only lay there and stare at the side of his head as my body convulsed. It was all very blurry. My eyes could not focus and my muscles would not respond. I could only feel my heart racing like crazy. I felt so vulnerable laying there on the floor having what could only be described as orgasmic convulsions.
Slowly things came back into focus as I stated gasping for air. I had not realized it, but I had stop breathing form the violent convulsions in my stomach. I stopped myself, and made my lungs take a few deep long breaths. Then I could feel my body start to regain feeling in my arms and legs. Warmth washed over me form head to toe. I could feel that rosy flush of my cheeks that I know were crimson red, and I could even see my normally white arms glowing with a warm red hue. As my eyes came back into focus, I could see his body next to mine. As my brain came back form where ever it went, I could just make out the movement of his arm as it flashed up and down on his lower body. I could not see what it was doing, but my mind told me he was playing with his penis. I just caught the end of the last few movements, as he stopped moving his hand and his body just tensed up. I was in an awkward position and could not see what happened next, but I have seen men do this before so I knew he was having his orgasm. As I watched his body tense up, I could definitely see the spasms he was experiencing. I counted four deep spasms and then he just collapsed back flat on the floor.
Ever so slowly my mind was coming back into reality and I could begin to feel my senses returning to normal. With a few blinks, my eyes cleared up and my brain started to make conscious thoughts again. As I lifted my head off the carpet, I could see a little wet line where I had peed while falling forward. I looked at him, and could see where I had soaked his hair and face. I was not sure what had happened, but I could only surmise that as I fell, I had let out a torrent of pee convening his entire face and leaving the trail to my side. As I pushed my upper body off the floor with my free hand, I could now see the wet spots on my dress. I tried to move my right hand, but it was still tightly clenched between my thighs and covering my sexy part. As I relaxed the pressure on my hand I could feel how wet everything was. I guessed that all of those spasms had released every last drop of pee.
As I sat up straight I could get the full picture of the little sex scene in front of me. He was laying there with his eyes closed. His right hand was half holding his penis. He was totally naked, and his mouth was open just a bit. I could see little pieces of poop on his lips and chin. The towel behind his head was soaked with a light yellow tinge and there was a trail of pee leading directly between my legs. I laughed inside as I could just make out a long stream of chalky white stuff from the tip of his penis to his right nipple and then out onto the carpet. His eyes were closed so I made no noise. I was not sure if he was dead or not.
"God, please do not let him die!!!!!" my mind shouted.
It is a funny moment now, but at the time I was not sure if he was dead or not. He was not moving and I have heard of guys doing this. It is a funny sensation, but you never think about how thing will look when you are doing them, but now I was very sure I did not want this to get into the news. My mind constructed the evening news flash, "lady chokes man with her feces." God, would that take over the national media in an instant. This is a story that the entire world would read about in 2 days. I winched at the idea of my family reading a story like that. A huge wave of panic stuck me. I moved a little closer and watched for any signs of life. To my relief, I could just see a slight movement in his stomach, just enough to let me know he was breathing.
As I relaxed, I played back the whole scene in my mind. This had been a fantasy that was better in real life. Most of the time a fantasy is better staying a fantasy, but this was very exotic. I had the most violent orgasm of my life, and never touched my body. It just happed. I played the last 10 minutes over in my head again and again. That feeling of nurturing and sexuality was wild. I was feeding him directly from my bottom. As my mind played the scene over and over, I could smell the sexy mix of my perfume with the naughty smell of poop. It was my smell all over the room. While doing this I remember my right hand was still between my legs holding my sexy part. I moved my hand and I could feel the sensation of my wetness and pee mixed together. A little flick of one finger on my sexy part, and a slow wave of pleasure again washed over me. It was warm and relaxing. It was good, but I knew not to try any more sex stuff. I still need to walk home.
With that last thought, I sighed and carefully removed my hand form the warm spot it had enjoyed and I returned it to the light of day. I lifted it to my nose and I was amazed at that faint smell of sex and pee. Just a little hint of my perfume mixed in with the stronger smells of my body made me smile. I slowly rose on my rubbery legs and just managed to take one step as I collapsed to the side of the bed. This would take a little longer than I thought.
As I sat there, I felt such a tremendous feeling of relief and pleasure. He was not dead, giggle, and I just tired to let sit there soaking in the scene in front of me. His face was entirely covered with my pee. His hair was wet, the towel was wet, and the carpet was wet. He still had pieces of my poop on his lips and some brown marks on his chin. As he opened his mouth to breath I could see the chocolate darkness inside his mouth. His tongue and his teeth had a dark stain on them. It was my poop. I couldn't help but chuckle at hope erotic it all felt. Instinctively, I moved my right hand between my legs. I knew I was wiped out for the day, but I count resist feeling my sexy parts. They were all wet and swollen. My juices and my pee had combined to make a little soup between my legs. It did feel sexy. I rubbed my finger ever so gently across my clitty. Small tinges wafted across my legs and up to my brain. Normally I guess they would have been orgasms, but today they were just aftershocks form the main event.
I felt so naughty looking at him. There I was perched on the side of the bed admiring my little erotic work and playing with myself like a little school girl having her first sexual moment. I was pleased with myself. My body felt so relax and my mind was clearing up with each passing instant. I know I was so hooked. This was better than any sexual experience I had ever had. God, I loved every moment. I new that I would do this again and again. It was just too sexy. I had no idea how I would do it again, but I new I would.
I snapped back to reality as He started to move his head and chew some of the poop left in his mouth. His eyes opened and he sat up a little still chewing on what was in his mouth. Was he savoring the last morals of me?? Was he going to want to do this again???
As he blinked and faced on my legs at the edge of the bed he looked up at me and said, "You are delicious, can we do this again later this week????"
My heart jumped with joy. "Yes," I screamed inside my head. My hand made a few more passes over my clit and I extracted it from underneath my dress as the tingles moved up my spine. God, this was sexy.
"Why?" I questioned looking as serious and professional as I could.
"I love the taste of your poop," he replied with just plain frankness.
The words rang in my head. "He loved the taste of my poop." As I repeated it in my head, I could feel the waves off lust take over my body. Those words sound so sexy to my ears. They had a way of making my female insides melt. A warm glow from a slight flush washed over me. God, why was I so attracted to this naughty desire???? I looked deep into his eyes and just starred.
He knew exactly what to say.
"I loved eating your shit!!!" he exclaimed to emphasize the fact to my brain.
I twinged at the word shit. I really don't like that word, but I did like the way he used it with lots of lust and a twinkle in his eye. I was still amazed that he had eaten every last bit without a flinch. I looked into his eyes and tried to imagine what he was thinking.
Did he know I loved feeding him???? He did know the feelings I had for him???? Did he like it as much as I did? I said nothing as these ideas bounced around my head.
"Missy, your shit is wonderful," he repeated in a softer and more earnest tone.
The words were music to my ears. I loved the sound of him almost begging me to poop in his mouth. I loved the idea that he wanted more. I loved the idea that he yeaned for my "tasty poop". I was loving this moment. Where there other men like this??? Was I ever going to have regular sex again? Would I hunt out men like this again? Would I lust for men to eat my poop?? Could I always find men to eat my poop???? Would I never need a toilet again? The questions were coming in rapid succession. The idea of finding a man, or a group of men that I could feed for a year popped into my head. What an idea. A group of men that I could personally feed for a year and never poop in a toilet again. That was too much. I was so hooked. How long could I go without using a toilet? Could I visit a hotel once week and find a man's open mouth to feed?? Could I go out to dinner, eat a nice meal, and then return to feed him dinner form my rear?? How many men enjoy this?? How many men carve this erotic side of the female world?
I would need to give this some serious thought. I sat there looking into his pleading eyes as the ideas just kept coming. I knew I had to make sure about this. I have never tried drugs before, but I sure felt like I was starting an addiction. I knew I had to have more of this erotic treat, but I was not sure I could stop.
His eyes pleaded with me. I could see that desire for more. I could see he was pleading with me. I wondered if he was as hooked as I was??? Was he thinking about a long term thing where he would visit Atlanta and eat my poop on every trip? Would he go home to his life, and then yearn for the sweet taste of my poop?? Would I spend years pooping in his mouth??? Would this be the beginning of a long lasting sexual thing???? Would I crave the sight of his red face between my legs?
As I enjoyed the feelings of my triumphantly completing my fantasy, I realized that I did have to get back to my home life. I had a long car ride back home I would surely need to change before I saw any of my family members. Little feelings of guilt crept into my mind, but I think that was just the post orgasm regrets. Those little feelings of strangeness that you get when you know for a fact that something has changed in your sexual world.
I know it was time to go. As I straightened my dress and got up off the bed, I tried to focus on the idea that this was over and it was time to leave. I was now aware of the wet pee on my dress and that fact that I need a moment to straighten up before I left the hotel.
With a smile and a wink of my eye, I said my good bye's and walked back into the hallway. Riding down in the elevator I tired to regain some composure and dignity before the ground floor. As the doors opened, I could see people coming at me. I just stepped out and smiled as I wonder if any of them had any idea I had been such a naughty girl just minuets before. Did anyone suspect that just before I waked trough the lobby I had pooped in a man's mouth and watched him eat. I felt so deliciously naughty now. I smiled with glee as I crossed the large entrance room thinking about my erotic meeting.
Then as I got to the door, the bellman looked at me with those eyes of delight. He smiled a little to knowing, and I looked at him for an instant. Yes, he could see my dress and my makeup. Instantly he knew that I had been there to see a man. He had noticed me as I went in the first time. He had noticed my sexy walk. He had noticed a sexy lady in the lobby. He had noticed me, but I was far to caught up in my world to see him as I entered. He surmised that I had been there for sex. He surmised I had met a man for a quick sexual fling. He surmised that I was smiling about having sex. Little did he know I had fulfilled my erotic fantasy. Little did he know I had just pooped in a man's mouth.
As he opened the door for me, I smiled and let my coat open in the front so we could get a good look at my chest. He smiled bigger, and I tossed my head and looked him square in the eyes as I uttered the sexiest "hello" I could muster. He stammered a quick "hi," as I turned my head just before leaving the hotel. As I waked out I could feel his eyes following every little sway of my hips. I knew he was watching every shake of my bottom and it gave me warm glow inside.
I felt so good. I felt so naughty.
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I have been writing this for a week as it is difficult for me to find time when eyes are not over my shoulder and I do have a fear of using the home computer. I just think it would be better to use one out of the home so I don't need to worry about any of the family accidentally finding this description. I could never live it down.
So now I am faced with a much more earnest desire to have another experience coupled with the fear of being discovered. Writing this to you helped my mind clear itself, but now I know that I want this more than ever. I am not sure I can wait several months to have another experience like that.
I do know that I love my girls and I don't want to see anything happen to them or our family. But, I am faced with a huge erotic desire to find another local partner that I can enjoy on a more regular basis. That is one of the reasons I decided to write to you and get your opinion. This means so much to me now and I feel that I just need to have another erotic experience to make sure it is what I really want.
Hubby and I have not really had sex for a long time. It is not a finite choice, but he has been having problems with erections and I find it very non-erotic if he can't get hard and perform. I know it is just an age thing, but I do miss that feeling of having a hard cock in my hand. He seems to think that all he needs to do is lick me and that will be the same, but it is far from the same. I am just too afraid to say anything to hurt his feelings. I do hope you understand.
I think that was what really moved me when I had this experience. It was so erotic that it sparked all the little things inside me that liked the sexual feelings that two people can have together. I was so turned on when I saw his penis as he was laying on the floor. I did want to play with it and squeeze it, but I know that I wanted to have my fantasy come true. That blocked the immediate feelings that I had then, but I can go back there now.
I have long had a desire to feel and hold a boys penis. I guess it was just part of my girlish curiosity that made me want to hold and feel them. It wasn't until I was about 13 that I got a real hand on one with my boyfriend. We had been kissing in the basement while watching TV and I noticed he had unzipped his shorts. He was amazed when I asked him to pull it out. I was just curious and not at all aroused. But when he took it out and I could feel how warm and hard it was in my hand I was just so fascinated by the way they feel. There is still something inside of me that enjoys the feel of a new penis. They just seem so sexy now that I can't seem to resist touching them. Just like this time when I saw his penis, I wanted to touch it, but I just knew it would detract from my ultimate goal.
So you will need to tell me how you feel about all of this. I know I was a bit cold in the beginning, but I was being pestered by so many guys that just wanted sex that I sort of just turned off and concentrated on my fantasy. I kept writing to you because it felt that you were a possible candidate for if you could ever get past the opening erotic thing I wanted to do.
As I look back on my afternoon, I realize how erotic the event was. I still can just go into that fantasy world and picture the room and the look in his eyes. I find myself drifting back to that moment over and over. Now I am thinking about all the things that I could have done or should have done. I can only wonder what the next time will be like. He has been writing me and telling me about how much he enjoyed it, but I need more now. I need a local man that is ready to have a quick session maybe every two weeks. That would give me just the right amount of time to relax ad let things build again.
Let me know what you think and if you are still interested in meeting me for an afternoon. I am sure that I can perform now, and I would be open to a little sexual play with your penis. I hope you would enjoy some hand play and stroking. I do love to play with it and rub it, but I will not kiss it or put it in my mouth. I want you to understand that first. It is just a think with me that I like to have them in my hand and not in my mouth. If you can deal with that, I think you will enjoy my soft hands on you penis. I am not ready for a real sexual encounter at this time, but if you wanted to try some of my poop I would be more than happy to provide some for you. I hope you understand that form the beginning. I am not looking for sex at this time. I could see giving you a nice hand job after we finish the eating part, but that is up to you. And one more thing, I do not like a guys fingers inside me at all. That is just my little quirky personality. It is a long storey, but the short version is that most guys are just to ruff.
So let me know what you think and what you would like to do. Remember, you will need to eat and not just lick. This is all about eating. I do like to watch and I just want you to know that is important to me. I guess it is the nurturing part of me that makes it all so sexy. So you will need to bite, chew, and swallow. If you are ok with that, then we can meet. I do not want to meet for coffee or drinks. I liked the idea of meeting for a purpose and not just to chat. I had hundreds of offers form guys that just wanted to meet and chat. That just seemed like a huge waste of time. I hope that you understand what I am taking about.
I did not start this to have an affair. I still am very much in love with my husband, but not in a sexual way. And, I think there will come a time when I am ready to go in a more sexual direction. I can see that happening. But right now I want that feeling I had they other afternoon. Or, I think I could do something like play with myself in front of you. I have often thought about that before. But, it would be only after an eating session.
I will tell you that I think there is another guy that wants to meet me for a session. He seems to have some experience with a former wife so I think that it may work out. He does seem to be more interested in my bottom.
Is there anything that you want to ask me or say about your experiences so far??
You have not told me much about your sexual experiences so far. You have not mentioned much about if you are ready to do this or why you are drawn to it. I find that I can talk to you this way easier than in person. It is easy to writer down my thoughts because I don't need to face your reaction. I can just say what I want and not feel intimidated. I could never talk like this in person or on the phone.
I know I have shared a lot with you and I want to share more. But I do need to hear back from you. It seems like I do all the writing so far. Please let me know soon how you want to make this happen and if you are ready.
Just remember, this is about eating and not licking.
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This is part of a letter I wrote over a week to a friend about my latest sexual encounter. He was interested in hearing about what happened when I had my erotic fantasy come true this year. I am a housewife, but I do have a very erotic side to me. I am married and I must say that this has been quite an experience for me. I am in Atlanta and I do want to make this happen again. If you would like to email me with your comments, I will try to respond, but remember I do have only limited time I can respond to letters. If you would like to meet me or see my pictures, you will need to write a real letter telling me about yourself and why you find my story fascinating. You will need to put the words, "I liked your sexy story" in the subject line of your email to me.
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RESPONSES
This was a true story. If you have ever been to atl you will know what I am talking about
I am over 18 and a sexy trans lady
I had my sex change at 19 and have been all girl ever since.
If you would like to comment or contact me write a nice letter and I'll tell you more
Send to missyshowman@gmail.com
*I have been working on a better ide4a of how I want to do this in the future. If you have any good ideas or you are going to be in the Atlanta area let me know soon *
Missy