Ok, so as a tranny fag an wannabe bimbo, i dont believe in equality. But me in the kitchen? Only if u want frozen pizza :p I cant cook for shit. You better have the money to take me out. Hey, i'm happy with mcdonnalds :p Yah, my diet is pretty crappy, but i was born skinny, and i dont eat often. Smoke and drink alot, so my appetite isnt great. If i think ive had to much (i luv cheezebrgers) i just go throw up. All good.

I had my first steady relationship when i was 19. He was 58, but in good shape, u kno, muscular, lean. He was an imigrant named Bashir. He had dark skintone, black but greying hair, and used to wear kinda tight pants and open shirts to show off his dead sexy body. Bashir was rockin the mediterranean look, gold chains, slicked back hair, u kno. And he was hairy all over. Some find that gross now, but i thought it was sooo manly. Still think so.

I met him at a club an afternoon. I was standing in the bar, sippin drinks and chainsmokin as usual, and then this alpha-man comes to the bar, showin off his thickly hairy chest as he orders something. He totally treated the waitor like a cheap slave, and i just fell in luv. I finished my drink, squeaked out a 'hi', and looked at him with pleading eyes. He looked at my slim body, made up face and pouty pink lips, and orders a new drink for me. I totally light up, but he just turnd and walked to his table, taking it for granted that i followed. Of course i did. I slid down next to him, and started stroking his thighs and chest smiling. We sat there for an hour before he took me to his place.

We got there, and sat down in a couch and Bashir put on a movie. As it started, he told me to lay my head in his lap, facing his stomach. He opened his pants and fished out his fat cock. So he had me lay there awhile with his cock in my mouth as he watched the movie. Was sooo hot feeling him grow inside my mouth like that. He was long and fat. After awhile he started moving his hips slightly, and holding my head, he basically wanked himself with my mouth. I kept my lips tight around him. Sooo hot. When he came, i had real problems keeping it in and swallowing it all. Was just sooo much. But he tasted pretty good. And after, he let me lay my head on his chest and cuddle. He told me what a good little gurl i was, and i felt sooo proud and happy.

Then, when i was gonna leave, he made it clear that i was his bitch now. He didn't wanna hear about me with anyone else, so i couldnt go out without him saying ok. To get his point across, he beat me up. Nothing big, but i still cried and trembled with shock and fear. Of course i agreed. I got pretty used to that after awhile.

So yah, after that i was Bashirs little doormat bitch, sextoy and decoration for awhile.