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Cuckold sissy Gregory Lovell
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TruthHi, I’m Gregory Lovell, and I’m ready to share a deeply personal part of my life. For years, I’ve lived with a side of myself that I kept hidden—a part of me that finds joy in crossdressing, embracing my identity as a sissy, and navigating complex feelings about love, desire, and relationships. It’s not always been easy, but my experiences, especially with my ex-girlfriends Candace and Stephanie, have shaped who I am today.I’ve always felt a thrill in expressing my femininity through crossdressing, even if it’s been mostly in private. There’s something liberating about slipping into delicate clothes and embracing that softer side of myself. But alongside that, I’ve grappled with other desires—ones that society might judge harshly. I’ve come to terms with my attraction to men, though I’ve kept it closeted for a long time, and I’ve found myself drawn to unconventional dynamics in my relationships.When I was with Candace, things took a turn that I never expected but ultimately embraced. Candace was bold, unapologetic, and lived life on her terms. She would sometimes go out to bars, drink, and spend time with other men. I knew what was happening, and instead of anger or jealousy, I felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, excitement, and curiosity. Sometimes, she’d come home after a night out, her energy electric, and she’d pull me close, guiding me into intimate moments that were raw and intense. Those experiences awakened something in me.With Stephanie, things were similar but different. She was open about seeing other men, sometimes even when I was in the house. The sounds, the awareness of what was happening, stirred something deep inside me. It was during this time that I began to understand a term that fit my feelings: cuckold. It wasn’t just about the act itself but the emotional complexity—the mix of vulnerability, arousal, and acceptance that came with it.Candace’s final act of infidelity was a turning point. After a night out, she came home, her eyes gleaming with a story she didn’t need to tell. She drew me into her world, and in that moment, I fully embraced my role. It wasn’t about shame anymore; it was about owning who I am. Her cheating didn’t break me—it transformed me. I realized that my desires, my identity as a crossdressing sissy, and my acceptance of my cuckold fantasies were all part of the same beautiful, complicated tapestry.Today, I’m still navigating this journey. I’m learning to be proud of who I am, even if it’s not something I shout from the rooftops. My time with Candace and Stephanie taught me that love, desire, and identity don’t always fit neatly into boxes. They’re messy, raw, and real—and that’s okay.Thanks for reading my story. I hope it resonates with anyone else out there who’s finding their own path through the complexities of who they are.— Gregory Lovell
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Posted on : Apr 19, 2025
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Commented on Apr 19, 2025
Good for you, thanks for sharing!
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