Okay. Here's my description of myself. After I finished writing it, I was a bit embarrassed to realise it’s nearly 2000 words long. I hope you won’t think I’m being too narcissistic, though - like I said in my profile, part of the reason I’m here is to see how good I am at writing about my own sexual experiences and to hopefully improve that skill.
I don’t actually think I’m a particularly special person; it’s a privilege to be an attractive woman and to live the life that I do, and I hope I don’t take these things for granted, but even if I end up writing my book I don’t expect I’ll leave much of an impression on the world. In fact I try to make up for all my hedonism by contributing my money and time to activism for the rights of trans people and other minorities - as anyone with a conscience should - but I know I could always be doing more.

Anyway.

I’m Charlie.
Sex is a major part of my identity as a person.
It's my fashion, my hobby, my meditation.

Obviously, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love porn. 56k internet access was just becoming a common thing in Australia around the time I was figuring out what my pussy was for, and the first time I saw a banner ad for MassiveCocks.com I knew I was going to be losing a lot of spare time to this. Not long after that, when I was around 15, I ended up on Bianca Beauchamp's site. Staring at pics of her writhing around with another woman in colourful, skin-tight latex and worshipping each others' giant tits and gorgeous bodies, I felt my hand pulled like a magnet down between my legs. Thanks, Bianca - you made me realise I’m definitely not straight and introduced me to my first kink.

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I like my body most of the time - a privilege for a woman, I know - and I do take care of it. I'm 5'9" and around 58kg with a triangle figure; my tits are 36D and my hips and butt are on the relatively wider side. I work out and although I don't have visible abs, my tummy muscles are quite hard.
I don't have any tattoos, but I have several piercings running up the outer edge of both ears that I fill with a mix of silver studs & rings. Both of my nipples are also pierced and they’re usually sporting plain silver bars.
So I’m a little taller and a little bustier than most women but otherwise quite average - but that just means I can be as unassuming or attention seeking as I want depending on what I wear.

And that's important, because one of my favourite things to do is play different characters in different parts of my life.
I know almost everyone does this to some extent - the good little girl when visiting parents; the serious adult at work; the clown when with friends; etc - but I don’t think many people experience it as a kink and actually get off on it like I do.

I have a handful of close friends who truly know how much of a freak I am (they're the ones who told me I should write about it), but everyone else gets an edited version of me - or something totally different.

For example, since I started going to my current hairdresser 5 years ago, she has believed that I'm Welsh. I spend every appointment with her talking in a fake accent about my fake family back home in Swansea. And the whole time underneath the cape I have my legs crossed and I'm gently frigging myself by bouncing my knee.

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I dress demurely at work - on the outside, at least. To my colleagues, I'm sweet, hard working, and oblivious to sex. If someone makes a double entendre joke, I just look confused until they tell me not to worry about it.

Underneath the sensible pencil skirt and pastel blouse, though, I'm usually wearing a latex garter belt or a pair of latex panties. Because even though I'll never let my colleagues know what I really am, it feels wrong when I'm not wearing some kind of symbol of my true self.

I'm very good at my job - better than I allow anyone to realise - so I'm often left with spare time after I get my work done quickly. I usually use this to sit at my desk and pretend to still be working while I gently ease my way up to the edge with the bluetooth bullet vibe that I tuck inside my pussy every morning.

As you might expect, whenever I do this, I end up ravenous by 5pm. And sometimes that just means heading home to have a few very satisfying orgasms alone or in company.

But the other times - the best times - are when I spend all afternoon edging and then go out at night; when I let my dripping, latex-clad cunt get me into the worst kind of trouble I can find.

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Women typically receive more attention in public than men; where exactly the line falls between positive and negative attention must be up to each woman individually, but no one should be subject to unwanted negative attention. We're just trying to live our lives and we need to be able to feel safe.

Having said that...
When I'm not at work, I want as much attention as possible.
And I dress to make sure I get it.
I want teenagers to lose control of their bodies when I walk past; I want boys to have to sit down and girls to blush and cross their arms over their chests.
I don't just want wolf whistles, I want people to stop and stare at me - men, women, anyone in between or beyond - and forget what they were meant to be doing.
And I want everything about my appearance and demeanour to be so suggestive that they can't help but be immediately aroused.

I live for the flicker in people’s eyes when they see me, just before their civility regains control. That moment in which they imagine throwing me up against a wall and ramming their cock into me or shoving my face into their cunt. Perhaps as punishment for being so shameless, perhaps because they correctly assume that I would love nothing more.

I don't care if they turn back to their friends afterward and say things like "what the fuck is she even wearing?" or "doesn't she have any self-respect?"
Because I know exactly what I'm doing, and I respect myself just fine - and in that half second, I got everything I needed from them.

Rarely, I'll find someone who doesn't glance away but maintains that hungry, piercing stare even when I look directly back. Those are the dangerous ones, the ones who have shown me the darkest parts of myself when I've gone with them. But there is a certain honesty in that gaze which I can respect.

And later that night when I'm fingerbanging myself to sleep - or getting my asshole ruined by the guy or girl who kept staring - I'll think about those faces, remember their desire, and silently thank them when I cum.

I love wearing tight polo shirts without a bra, so the rough fabric rubs against my nipples and makes them stand out indecently.
It's also fun to wear tight yoga pants with nothing underneath so I get a really obvious cameltoe.
Super-strappy harness lingerie under a loose tank top and some tiny shorts is a favourite outfit, and braless midriff tops that are too short and expose underboob are good too.
On days when I really like how my tits look and I want everyone else to notice too, I’ll wear one of my tops with a neckline that plunges to just above my belly button and then I’ll put in my chunkiest nipple rings and link them with a nice, fat, eye-catching chain. Maybe I’ll even hang a charm from the middle of it.

Though as I hinted at before, my favourite material is latex. I have a huge collection of rubber fetish clothing and I take any chance I can get to wear it. It's often too warm here for that without turning yourself into a human sweat fountain, but as soon as the weather cools down a bit I'm wrapping myself in rubber.

Bold-coloured latex stockings and panties under heavily ripped jeans or denim shorts; a shiny latex bra peeking out from under a low-buttoned shirt; a heavy rubber choker around my neck; a latex underbust corset if I'm feeling even less subtle than usual. I've even worn my full catsuit under an outfit a few times.

And that's just for going to the shops.

Almost nothing turns me on more than the feeling of tight rubber against my skin, and the knowledge that I'm wearing fetish gear in public - and that people around me are noticing and realising what a kinky slut I am.

Because I'm not sure if I've made it clear enough yet, but I'm a huge fucking slut.

Sucking dick - and getting my face fucked - is basically my natural state of being. I started training my gag reflex away when I was 14, and ever since I gave my first blowjob the year after I’ve found myself frequently craving a fat rod in my throat. I don’t really understand why, but through some combination of my mouth being full, spit dribbling everywhere and making me all messy, and my breathing being out of my control, I find it such an arousing experience that just swallowing cock often brings me close to orgasm. In fact, among my toy collection is a long, thick, super floppy and squishy dong - it's almost useless, but I rarely wank at home without it half-buried in my face.

Anal is honestly my favourite kind of sex. Even though I usually won’t be able to squirt from it unless I’m getting reamed by a particularly long strapon, nothing feels as incredible or makes me scream as loud as an anal orgasm. Everything about ass play is really hot, too - buttplugs, inflatables, gaping, ass-to-mouth, douche play, double anal, fisting… Fasting for a day beforehand isn’t necessary, but it does give you the confidence to do some really wild shit.

It seems almost cliche, but I really love cum. I love the thrill I get when I'm polishing a knob with my tongue and I feel it get just slightly more rigid in my mouth right before the twitching starts and the steady stream of salty precum is replaced by spurts of thick, nutty spunk.

As much as I love making a pussy cum - so many different places to stimulate and possible combinations of orgasm - there’s usually nothing to show for it. With a dick, though... whether the load ends up pouring into my mouth, dripping down my tits, ruining my makeup or filling my holes, it always feels like I’m receiving a gift - a token of gratitude recognising that I just gave someone a fucking amazing orgasm.

If I’m honest, trans girl cum is generally a bit nicer to swallow than cis cum - just a little sweeter and with less of that ammonia-like aspect to it. But then, cis male balls usually give me bigger loads to play with.

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Back in high school I used to blow the rent-a-cops at shopping centres to keep them busy while my girlfriends stole stuff.
Then I started just blowing them anyway because they were pathetic and it was fun. I still do from time to time.

I once requested the newbie male doctor to perform my mammogram so I could flirt shamelessly, "accidentally" brush up against his hard cock, and then suck him off with my tits out right there in the exam room like in a Brazzers plotline.

Guys and girls in the emergency services are always a good time. I have a few paramedics on my booty call list; they work hard and fuck weird, just how I like it.

And while I like controlling my life in the broader sense of having power over what people know about me and the person they believe me to be, I also enjoy giving up control when it comes to sex.

Once I've decided that I want to fuck you - and if you're in front of me, are breathing, aren’t one of my relatives, and don’t try to beat me up, I probably will - I'll do almost anything. Very little is off the table except maybe scat, and even then that's probably only because no one's ever tried to convince me to do it.

As long as the marks won't take more than a few days to fade, I'm down to fuck and get fucked up any way you want.

So please, indulge my need for attention. (I don’t know if tributes are still a thing here, but like I said I do love cum...) Send me messages about how you would use me if we met on a Tinder date, at a football game, out at a club, etc. The greater the detail and the more filth and depravity you include, the better - and if it feels like something I can use as a springboard, I'll write you a little story about some of the weird shit I'd like to do with you.