Never thought I’d be telling you this, but here we are
I’ll make it quick and simple to follow. If you’re a man, it doesn’t matter if you’re bi, gay, or straight, you’ll never be able to appreciate the sheer feminine bliss that accompanies dressing up and being fucked like you are a hot girl until you have tried it for yourself. This is an inarguable fact. I don’t care if you’re the burliest, manliest man that ever skulked the planet. This missive is being written by a former defensive lineman that played college football.
The first time a man has you in a missionary position, and is kissing and sweetly dominating you as he lovingly and rhythmically pounds his cock all the way inside of you, and you begin to spurt girly cum uncontrollably as he does so, you’ll understand. You aren’t qualified to speak about it if you haven’t been in that position yet, and by that position, I mean, on your back, legs spread wide, arms wrapped around his shoulders, and squeezing him as tight as you can, as he has his tongue buried down your throat, and his cock buried in your quivering sissy pussy.
Look at it like this: Imagine those feelings of lust, the intensifying heartbeat, the adrenaline rush, and everything else that you experience when a girl has you incredibly turned on. Now, imagine all of those same carnal feelings being directed at you. See what I mean? Take all of the things that you’ve imagined doing to a hot girl that you’ve had a crush on, then imagine someone out there looking at you and imagining doing those same things to you.
Most men have no idea what it feels like to be objectified sexually. Hot girls often complain about being looked at as little more than a sexual object, whereas most men are rarely if ever in that position. What’s more, the male sex drive is out of control for at least the first 50 years of their lives. Being treated like a girl takes all of that testosterone induced hunting out of the equation, because you have become the hunted.
There is a level of mental vulnerability that a man has to allow himself to reach in order for this to make sense, because men aren’t conditioned to think those kinds of thoughts, or to allow that part of their brain to be accessed. I was the same way until I took the plunge and let go of my male ego. The first time that I came like a girl without touching my junk, I knew that for better or worse, I would chase that feeling forever.
Personally, I felt an intense kinship to femininity at a very young age. I had my first feminine feelings and thoughts around age 5, but I did what 99% of boys/men do if or when those feelings occur. I blocked them out and told no one, and felt shame for even thinking that way. I remember seeing Rocky Horror Picture Show in the 90’s when I was in high school, and I felt like the words to the song, “Don’t Dream It, Be It,” were written exclusively for me to hear.
“Whatever happened to Fay Wraye?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh how I started to cry
Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
Can’t you just see it?
Don’t Dream it, be it”
Just like Dr. Frankenfurter, I nearly started to cry, but I was on a date with a hot girl, and knew that I couldn’t act that way, because it wasn’t “manly.”
I was always enamored with girls. I still am. I am fascinated by their roles in society, and turned on by their soft, pretty faces and curvy, dainty bodies. I am jealous of their clothing, and how they smelled, and how they brightened up any room that they entered. I would use my mom’s slinky satin lingerie as a masturbation enhancer when I was a teenager, and I would get harder than Chinese arithmetic anytime it touched my private parts.
My first encounter with a man was an accident. My closest friend caught me wearing bra and panties and lipstick and jerking off in my bed. We lived in a small town, it was common for him to let himself in my house and vice versa. I was alone at home and thought the doors were all locked, and they were, with the exception of the back door that led to a utility room, which led to the garage, which led to the house.
In other words, I never intended to be with a guy. I knew the way I felt was considered taboo, and at the time, I thought I would have been perfectly content to crossdress secretly when I jacked off. I loved the way the shiny soft textiles cradled my cock-n-balls, chest, and ass cheeks. I would put on a bra and panties and my cock would jump to full attention.
He walked in the room, saw me, we both freaked out, he left the room, then he walked back in a few minutes later, walked to the side of the bed, and plopped his fat, hard cock out of his shorts. He stuck it up to my sparkling pink lips, and smiled at me. This is when my feminine instinct took over, and I wrapped my lips around it.
That same friend would be the man who took my virginity a few months later. After that first time, we would hook up every week or so. When convenient, he would bring me lingerie to wear, and I would suck his cock and eat his cum, just like the first time. In hindsight it was probably a coping mechanism, but neither of us looked at what we were doing as being gay. We never even discussed it, and when we finally did, we both looked at it was we were bi, not gay. He looked at me like I was a girl, and I would go to that place in my mind where I was a girl, and that made me horny for cock, and not gay. That’s what girls did.
As time went on between us, he noticed that I was a million times more turned on and slutty when he would pamper me with nighties and bra and panty sets. He was the youngest in his family with 4 incredibly hot sisters who were all off at college, and his family was well off. This meant that his sister’s drawers were stuffed full of expensive satin lingerie, many items still had tags on them. He would bring them to me, or invite me over to stay when no one else was home for the weekend, and we would play like we were a hetero couple.
He would pamper me, romance me, and with the help of a few drinks and flirty behavior, would eventually charm his way into my panties. Our relationship as a couple of guys became nonexistent in these moments. He was a guy, and I was a girl.
On those sex filled weekend romps, he would welcome me at the door with a kiss on the cheek and a drink, then show me to my room, which was his sister, Jill's room. He would sometimes lay out lingerie that he wanted me to wear on the bed, and sometimes would tell me to go through her closet and pick out whatever I wanted to wear. I would shower, shave my legs, underarms and chest, put on my makeup and lingerie, wrap myself in a silk kimono, and join him in the living room for our date.
Being a football player, I had a thick and plump ass from doing lots of squats. I could fill out a pair of panties nicely, and I love the way they cradle my ass cheeks and sometimes get wedged up my crack. After the first couple of times that we spent the weekend together, I decided to tuck my girly cock and balls inside of me, and use medical tape to secure them in place. He went absolutely insane on my sissy pussy when he reached down between my legs and felt nothing there.
My tuck came undone a few times while fucking, because of the amount of cum that I was shooting out uncontrollably as he was fucking me. To have multiple orgasms while taking a fat cock was the best sexual feeling I have ever experienced. It wasn't gay. I was a girl, and you couldn't tell either of us that I wasn't a girl. I looked like a girl, felt like a girl, and came like a girl. It wasn't gay.
In fact, seeing two hairy masculine men making out and fucking or sucking each other’s cocks isn’t a turn on at all to me. In the times that I was questioning my sexuality, I tried watching gay porn, and frankly, nothing is as gross to me as 2 hairy, masculine men getting it on. However, if one of those men is a feminized hairless sissy, with soft features, and a tight little ass that is draped in satin, and submitting to a man, then I’m all in. I find hetero sex to be the most erotic, and if the girl in the scenario happens to have a dick, it simply doesn’t matter to me.
That’s it. That’s my whole missive. If one closeted sissy or girly boy who feels guilty about the way they see themselves reads this, and it inspires them to open their minds and let go of their inhibitions, then writing this will have been worth it. To experience the thrill of being the conquest of a man through the eyes of a woman is the most exhilarating and satisfying sexual experience I've ever had. Be a man, and let yourself be a girl. You won’t regret it.