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Super tight pink shorts If I could, I would wear tight clothes 24 hours a day. I feel good when I wear them. Feeling something really tight against my skin is cozy and also exciting. And one of my passions is really tight shorts, which became much more interesting after I discovered how to tuck my balls and hide my penis between my legs. For example, these pink shorts that I posted the photos of this week are my favorite. I don't know exactly what material they are made of, but they are not stretchy fabric, so I have to shake my butt a lot to put them on, and shake even more to pull them down. And all this sensuality to fit into them is worth it. When I'm wearing shorts, with that thing well hidden, I look in the mirror and see that there is nothing between my legs, that makes me very, very, very happy. Some nights I wear them to bed, with my butt really tight, and sometimes with a plug inside being pushed through the shorts, that gives me naughty dreams. While I'm lying in bed, I run my hand over my crotch area over my shorts. Depending on the fabric, it may tickle a little. With my fingers, I can feel the lines of my panties forming a triangle. My crotch is smooth, there's no bulge, because it's very well hidden. Then, as my fingers get closer between my thighs, it curves smoothly, going all the way to my ass, right where the plug is. I keep pressing the plug with my fingers, and the thing that was hidden starts to get hard, it gets super tight, so I stop before it hurts, but in time for that part to get a little wet. After my penis softens again, I start again, and stop, without cumming, and I keep doing this until I fall asleep. When I sleep like this, I spend an average of ten hours stuck in my shorts, with that thing hidden. In the morning when I bend down and take off my shorts, my penis is very small, and soft for longer, sometimes sticky, and with marks from the folds of the fabric or the stitching of the fabric on the head, and it takes longer to grow than it normally does. It's an experience that I love, but for safety I do it less than I would like, but it's worth it. The link is the gallery so you can see how irresistible I look wearing shorts. https://www.imagefap.com/gallery/12630668     Posted on : Oct 22, 2024 | Comments (0)   My first time ♥ It was a few months ago that it finally happened.(I will not specify details such as date and appearances) I was coming home from work, wearing my male disguise, because outside the house I'm a boy... It was late afternoon when I passed in front of a bar and he saw me. (I'll call him "GB" here.) GB is a former high school classmate who we hadn't seen for many years, in fact I didn't even remember him. When we recognized each other in front of that bar, he invited me to drink, he was alone. I don't drink alcohol, but GB was so kind to me that I couldn't even think about refusing that beer. He was really happy to see me again (his smile is so charming) and was very curious to know about my life after that time in school. I also wanted to know about him, but always before I could ask him something, he was faster. With each alcohol he and I drank, the more excited he was, and I became more relaxed. Suddenly he sat closer to me, my heart started to speed up. (your perfume smels so good) He told me that he was stronger than before, and asked if I wanted to feel the muscle in his arm again... When he told me that, I remembered that he did that when we were classmates. .. and I would always grab his biceps, or triceps, innocently on my part. (As I already wrote in another blog entry, I didn't notice boys back then.)... So there in that bar, GB showing me his thick, defined arm, I put my hand on it... It was very hard like steel, my hand seemed so small there, (maybe I'm exaggerating it) and it was so hot that it felt like a fever, my heart was jumping... Without realizing it, I was groping his arm for a few seconds, or maybe minutes, my breathing stopped, when I realized my penis was hard. (It's hard now while I'm remembering). I was embarrassed, and I went to take my hand away, which slowly slid down that wonderful arm, but halfway through he grabbed my hand. He said he wanted to tell me something, but that we should go to a place with no one to listen, so we went to a more private corner of the bar... and then GB started to declare himself to me. We weren't friends in high school, we barely talked to each other. He told me that since that time he liked me, but never had the courage to be friends with me. He said that he thought I was feminine, that since I touched his arm for the first time, and he felt that my touch was delicate, that since then he has felt an enormous desire to give me affection, to hug me, protect me, date me... he had dreams about me... but he always saw me with some girl, so he thought he had confused things... So time passed, and we went different ways, until we met again in that bar years later. As I listened to his love declaration, it made me very happy, it was everything I was waiting to hear from a man, the chance I needed to be loved... So I felt encouraged to tell him about Natalie, the woman inside me, the woman I dream of being, my secret that I've had since I was a little child... I didn't declare myself to him, but as he said I looked feminine, plus the alcohol made me say everything that was inside of me... (the fear disappeared) I then showed him some photos of me, as Natalie. (the less daring ones) He stood with his mouth open looking at my phone, my sexy curves, my smooth legs. Then he asked me if I was wearing anything feminine under my men's clothing at that moment, I said yes. He asked me to show him what I was wearing underneath, so I had the idea of ​​telling him that I wasn't show that in there... So he asked me if I would go with him to a private place. We walked three blocks until we arrived at a building with some very bright neon signs on the facade, it was a love hotel. (motel in my country) When I saw that I was about to enter in one lace like that with a guy, I froze, I had no reaction, my legs shook, until GB took me by the arm and told me that he wouldn't do anything I didn't want, that it would be okay if I didn't want to go in there. So, I said that I really wanted to go into that motel with him, and he grabbed me by the waist and guided me to the entrance of that place of lust. As soon as we entered one of the rooms, GB hugged me from behind and over my arms, kissed my cheek, sniffed the back of my neck, and said right in my ear that I smell good... so I turned to face him and kissed that full mouth. He got crazy, slapped me on the butt a few times and asked me to show him what I was wearing underneath my clothes. I took a few steps back, looking at him, my stomach froze... I knew what was about to happen, and I was really wanting it... so I took a deep breath, and took off my shirt and threw it on the floor. I turned my back to him, stucked my ass up and shake my ass, and slowly lowered my jeans, gradually showing the small and tight black thong panties I was wearing, he was staring at my ass. Then he walked towards me, made me turn to face him and grabbed me... It was very hot, my heart felt like it was going to explode, we kissed more. I took off his shirt, he pressed me against his naked chest again and slid his hands down to my ass, kissing me madly. Suddenly his hands reached my thighs, lifting me, and he carried me to that round bed. He took off his pants, stood in front of me in just his underpants, I was enchanted by the big volume of his dick under those gray boxer... Before he climbed into bed with me, he took off my shoes, my socks and my pants (which I I had just lowered it)... and with my bare feet, I slid the soles of my feet on that dick, and with my fingers I pulled down his underpants. (very naughty) The heat increased, there was a beautiful muscular man with his dick out in front of me, and I was just in my thong on a silver silk bed in a love hotel. Then he lay down on top of me, I could feel his dick passing through my legs (that gave me a nice shiver)... we continued kissing more and more. The feeling of his dick rubbing against my penis and my belly was making me out of control. His hands were all over my body, and mine were on his back, (my nails were too short to scratch), he was already very sweaty and so was I. Then he turned my back towards him... he pulled down my panties. Then I felt that pain of the big head trying to penetrate me, I'm already used to my toys, I knew I would feel pain at first... which is very good by the way. When more came inside in my hole, I let out a slight moan. Then GB placed his hot, sweaty chest against my back, took my hands and started kissing me, my neck, ear, mouth... His dick was growing inside me, I could feel it, it's a fantastic feeling. Then he started to make that movement, sliding his very hard cock into my ass, riding me, making me squirm. And as he got faster, pumping my ass, I started to moan louder, and I moaned more and more, and my moans joined with the sound of his pelvis pouding, and pounding my ass... and heavy breaths... and more moans with some naughty words... I was really being fucked. During that whole moment he had his face close to mine, kissing me, calling me hot, babe and other more spicy things, but I could barely say anything. I was making a dream come true, there was a male making me moan like a whore and treating me with great care at the same time. Sometimes he would slow down, stop to just kiss me, caress me, catch his breath, and start all over again, with even more strength, desire and lust. When it seemed like he had penetrated me enough, it seemed like he could go even deeper, making me squirm even harder to the point of almost passing out, and at some point I ended up cumming on the bed sheet. In the end, I have no idea how much time passed, he asked me if it would be okay to cum inside me, I told him, very breathlessly, to please do that. Then he shot that hot milk, very hot inside me, it was very nice. When he took his dick out, there was this strong smell of hot cum that made my mouth water. He lay down next to me, and I snuggled into his arm, I caressed his smooth chest. I wanted more sex, much more. But then he said he couldn't, because he had to go home. He then revealed to me that he is married, has been in a relationship for almost a decade and that he even has children. He said that no matter how much he liked me, and wanted to have sex again, we would always have to meet in secret. I didn't mind it, because I love secrecy, doing things in secret makes me super horny. I was already realized by having had that pleasurable night for the first time with a man and making him orgasm with me, in me. I was ecstatic that he treated me like his girl, his doll. And knowing that I would be a married man's mistress, or a concubine, that I would meet him in secret, made everything even more perfect for me. And yet, he was willing to give me some money, so I could buy dresses, lingerie and heels, everything that could make me even more feminine in future meetings with him. Now every time we go to have sex again, we take the subway and meet at another love hotel in a neighboring city. We go separately, and I take everything in a backpack, so I can dress up as Natalie there. And it's been wonderful like that. (I'm gettiing courage to arrive early in this other city, to go to a beauty salon and put on full makeup.) I didn't take any photos with these clothes and lingerie to post, because I want only GB to see me in them, not cause he has request it... is because I'm romantic... naughty, but romantic. But also naughty, I really want him to gag me in bed, put me on a leash, cage my penis, put me to sleep in a pvc sleep sack, do bonbage with me, or punish me for being a bad girl. I wish be dressed as a sexy police officer could handcuff him, or dressed as a maid to obey all his orders without questioning anything, would he like it? I have many fantasies to realize, and love to give... I'm in love.     Posted on : Jul 7, 2024 | Comments (2)   It took me a long time to take a sexy photos of myself I always hid what was feminine in me, because I grew up listening to so many bad things: "Boys don't listen to this type of music", "This color is not for men", "males have to be strong", "that's for girls ". At home my family said this kind of thing, at school my friends made jokes and even on TV with their humorous programs at the time. Everything that made me ashamed and afraid, preventing me from being. After someone told me that my waist was thin, from that day on I always wore looser shirts, nothing tight. I've always been thin but until that day I never noticed it. After someone asked one of my brothers why I was walk twerking in the street, after that day I started to always take care of my way of walking, to a masculine way. At a certain point in my adolescence, my left breast had slightly enlarged compared to the right. I never understood how it happened, but it happened, and it hurt when I touched it, and it stood out a little on the shirt. Because of this, I never have my chest out in public, nor have I ever taken my shirt off to sunbathe on the beach. Even my way of speaking I had to police, I always spoke kind of affectionately, a little sweetly, and sometimes I even referred to myself as feminine. And after so much mockery of me, I ended up becoming a rude person, even hurting other people. As soon as I realized that I had become one of those prejudiced people, I stopped, I didn't want to be that, luckily this version of me didn't last long, even though I still hid. For a long time, my feminine beauty was just for me and a mirror, in rare moments of privacy. When body hair started to appear, these moments became even rarer. And the idea of ​​shaving my body hadn't come up yet, because "hair in legs is a male thing." The first time I saw a group of crossdressers on Facebook, at that time, I was instantly enchanted, I wanted to be like them. Some dressed so feminine in their bathrooms, just like me, but they were even more so, as they were wearing makeup and wigs and pantyhose... and without body hair. I really wanted to be able to take photos of myself too, and post them there. But, when I took a photo of myself, I started with my butt in panties, but when I saw that pile of hair in my ass I was deeply saddened. And since then I haven't done that for a long time. And I stayed like that until about three years ago when, in the middle of the pandemic, at home, living alone, I had the courage to shave my body and try to take some photos. I really liked it, I really loved it, I felt so feminine again, wearing women's clothes, tight, beautiful colors and soft fabric, tight jeans, shorts, nightgown and even a corselet. And I felt like posting, creating a profile for it, and Natalie was born on that day. ... Unfortunately I lost these first photos. https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/images/gettyimages-502910536-1569616149.jpg?crop=1.00xw:0.752xh%3B0,0.0938xh&resize=1200:*     Posted on : Oct 8, 2023 | Comments (1)   My sexual orientation, part 2 Ok... Sometime in the summer of the year when I was about 12, I discovered something new. I was alone at home in the morning, and I took the opportunity once again to see myself feminine in the mirror. I picked up a sweater, very beautiful, blue with black and white, and a delicate fabric that feels good against the skin. I ran to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. I looked hot, with curves, and when I saw my legs I wanted to see what it would look like if I crossed them. I sat on the toilet and crossed my legs. No hair had yet grown on my legs, they were smooth, very feminine. I looked at my legs for a while, with the nightdress skirt over them, and I slid the fabric to feel it against my skin. It felt so good, my little penis was behind my thighs, and it was getting hard. I was getting very horny for the first time, horny in myself, perhaps in my feminine legs or in my penis that was growing between them, hard and hot. So delicious, the heat increasing, I was already sweating, my hands couldn't stop sliding over my own body. Then suddenly I ejaculated for the first time, and I wanted to do it again, I really enjoyed this experience. Since that day I have never masturbated like a boy with his hand in fap fap, that way was the only way I knew. Me and my legs crossed between my penis, or wearing women's clothes, panties, or entering my imagination. As at the time I still didn't have feelings for someone male, when I used my imagination in those moments I thought of a female crush, usually my math teacher, she was very beautiful. Nowadays I still do it like that, looking at photos of men and their huge cocks, watching sex videos, and with some toy in my ass. But, I also discovered another way to do this, which I'm using more. Without crossing my legs, I place the tips of two fingers at the base of my penis, almost at the groin, and massage it. It really works, I have headphones on listening to a man tell me some naughty things, I squeeze my small breast with one hand, while with the fingers of the other hand I massage this base without touching the penis, but I can feel it hard and hot. The level of horny and orgasm I reach like this is incredibly wonderful. https://cdn.imagefap.com/images/full/114/154/1541690554.jpg?end=1696239212&secure=005863060605dd420cfb7     Posted on : Oct 2, 2023 | Comments (1)   My sexual orientation Even though I have always liked wearing my aunt's feminine shoes, wearing my cousin's short dresses and panties... And doing all this for the pleasure of seeing myself as a girl in the mirror, because maybe something inside me wanted to tell me that I was born in the wrong body. Despite all this, for a long time in my life I was never attracted to anyone male. My romantic attractions or passions have always been with someone female. Girlfriend, crush on the teacher or the pop singer of the moment, flirtations. But, my relationships never escalated to the sexual level. I remember something when my relationship with a girl at school ended, that I really liked her a lot. I told myself, in my head at bedtime, that if I didn't marry her by a certain age in my life I would have surgery to become a woman. At that time there wasn't as much talk about it as there is today, but I was already aware of this possibility and it had always interested me, despite liking girls and dating. During that time, I never saw a man as handsome, attractive to me, awakening an extra feeling in me, or anything like that. Maybe it was my unconscious mind not letting me focus on this for fear of having my secret discovered, and giving off an image of a straight guy. I also didn't hang out with my male friends much, I always had more female friends, and I always hung out with them more. Maybe that meant something, but even from them I hid my other side. Well, after a while I discovered something, something that would gradually change my interests and attractions. Porn videos. Yes, and I began to realize that what turned me on the most wasn't the naked women in the videos, it wasn't her moaning, it wasn't her breasts bouncing. He was the one who did that to her, he was the one who penetrated her, he was the one who touched her breasts, he was the one who called her a slut and pulled her hair. The level of excitement I started to feel I never felt for any woman, not for a girlfriend, not for the Playboy girls. And the more I watched, the more I wanted to be the passive one in those videos, the one who is called a slut, the one who has her breasts groped, the one who feels so much pleasure to the point of moaning so loudly. It was those men who did that to her, with their muscles, with their sweaty chest, with all that movement, with their fiery speeches and with those wonderful penises. Things I've never seen in my male friends. So my sexuality changed, although it remained a secret for a while longer... I'll write more about this soon https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/69/c5/a069c5a85c9ae3a743b6788aead01a57.jpg     Posted on : Sep 30, 2023 | Comments (0)   The mirror was the first to see my feminine beauty The first panties I wore were very light blue lace. I don't remember who it was, but I found drying in the bathroom window, and was a little wet. It was night and I slept wearing it. I must have been less than 10 years old, I don't know for sure, but I already knew that I would be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out what I was wearing under my shorts. As soon as I woke up I ran to put it back where I found it. In addition to loving the feeling of wearing panties, I also really liked the adrenaline rush, but I rarely wore them again for a while. When my teenage cousin started living with us, I must have been 12 years old, and her underwear drawer also arrived with her. I took advantage of every moment I was alone at home to wear some of my cousin's panties, the pink ones were my favorite, and I also had swimsuits and short dresses. However, my passion was panties, because I could wear them under my clothes and sleep. I was almost discovered several times trying on dresses and swimsuits in the bathroom, triggering my adrenaline to put everything away before anyone saw. But instead of stopping out of fear, I never missed a chance to see myself femenine in the mirror. Even if it cost me being kicked out of the house https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/8f/71/65/8f7165efcd5959db2fec49d61b2102ad.jpg     Posted on : Sep 27, 2023 | Comments (0)   I always dreamed of being the girl When I was a little boy I never wanted to be one of the male heroes in my favorite anime or comics. I always wanted to be the pink Power Ranger, Launch from Dragon Ball, Jean Grey (I love her clothes), Totally Spies, Ranko. In video games where it was possible to choose a character, I always chose Kitana from Mortal Kombat, Taria from Mace, a female Sim from The Sims (I loved dressing up the character, imagining it was me). With the films I saw, I always dreamed of being a Disney princess, or Miss Congeniality and Charlie's Angels (my name "Natalie" comes from Cameron Diaz's character). I always thought that name was wonderful. https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/1d/77/4b/1d774b1d640ac1d8fb7f39c593026114.jpg     Posted on : Sep 26, 2023 | Comments (0)   My sissy crush on shoes I love women's shoes, especially high heels. They were the first feminine things that I fell in love with and wore. At a time when I was still a lttle child, I remember hiding under my aunt's bed to put on her shoes. They were big on my feet. but over time I grew up and they fit me perfectly. I love the shape of high heels, the way the boots feel in my legs, with or without pantyhose, and how they make my body look sexier. Unfortunately, my feet grew more than I wanted, and since they stopped fitting me, I rarely wear them. And every day I expect to wake up and see that my feet have shrunk in size so I can go back to wearing little women's shoes. [img]http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5f1gv7-l-610x610-shoes-pink-high+heels-platform+heels-high+heel+pumps.jpg[/img]     Posted on : Aug 18, 2023 | Comments (0)    :: prev ::   | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |  :: next ::