As the woman I really am, I love being touched and kissed, fondled, and all things fem. I've had a change of ideas about myself lately; I've changed my looks, my career, and some of my attitudes, more serious, than playful; more cautious, than carefree. Somethings haven't changed; I still love shopping, swimsuits, heels and short skirts. I still love being touched and fondled, and all things fem. I still have an appetite for pleasure, and needing approval, and I still am a politically incorrect, happy to dress as a sexy secretary, cheerleader, or swimsuit Barbie.

My Ideal Person Often on the road in my job, I love reading email from T-girl admirers, gay men, TV/CD girlfriends and bisexual couples, and open to discrete encounters for fun, pleasure, and roleplaying. I am smoke and drug free, and look for playmates who are the same. Again above all, i believe in pleasure, not pain,and safe sex always.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
Being the object of sex and lust is always exciting fantasies to me, and one of my best role models is Kathleen Turner in the passion scene from Body Heat.

To have a stranger lust for me in that way in that way is the ultimate rush, while I shamelessly allow someone to hike up my skirt, invade my panties, and then have their way with me.

Without the broken glass in the movie, I can imagine flaunting a loose white blouse and red short skirt around a bar, when a stranger approaches me. I ignore the advance, but the stranger's eyes lock into mine. The touch of fingers tingles my leg, but playing shy, I turn away only to feel the weight of a head on my shoulder. When I twist again, the stranger's mouth meets mine.

The kiss is deep and electric, and I am left breathless from the moment. A voice tells me to get up from the bar and go to the nearest bathroom. With a dainty resistance, I whisper desperately, "Who are you? I don't you. What are you going to do?"

With more authority, the voice commands me to nearest bathroom, which is in my line of sight. The firm grasp of two hand take my shoulders and lead me off my perch on the bar stool. The stroll to the bathroom seems like slow motion, but moves quickly, my body and my heart rushing.
The stranger embraces me at the bathroom and locks me in a kiss.

I pull away, and whimper, "I'm weak. You must go now." For a frozen minute, the stranger's eyes me, but my own deep breathing and needy stare telegraph my uncontrollable craving for sexual satisfaction.

Without a word, my body surrenders to the stranger, when I am aggressively pulled into the bathroom and the stranger's embrace within second. There is no escape now.

My body shivers with excitement as a deep, passionate kisses and groping ensues. My ass is alive from the powerful grabbing. Catching breath of air, I spin the stranger's arm, only to find hands feasting on my torso and fondling the emerging bulge in my skirt.

Melting away to desire, I can only watch as my sissy cock begins to leak, soiling my panties and skirt. My humiliation and ecstasy are one and the same. My sissy screams of pleasure voice approval to the domination.

Not satisfied with conquest, the stranger spins me face to face, and my head soars upward as a wet tongue licks my neck.

Unable and willing to break the embrace, the weight of our bodies shift to the sink, where the stranger frees one hand to push the soap dispenser near the sink. The creamy pink soap oozes and soaks the right hand and index finger, but now consumed by desire, my own arms are around the stranger's head as a wet tongue penetrates my ear.

A visitor enters the bathroom and is surprised by our passion, but proceeds to view us with a warm smile. Rather than panicked, I feel proud and sexy as the object of the show.

The stranger reaches down, and with both hands, begins to hike up my skirt from behind. The red skirt is forced up my waist, my panty-clad ass now fully exposed. The stranger's soapy hand raids my baby blue briefs. Pulling back the leg band, I feel the warm probe of a soapy finger forcing itself into my asshole, which is now my shemale pussy.

The finger fills my asshole with creamy ease. My knees weaken. My arms around my seducer's neck is the only thing holding me up. Taking the finger up my ass confirms my womanhood, and makes me moan and groan.

The visitor claps at the penetration, and the encounter ends with the stranger placing me on the floor and departing the scene, leaving me used, exhausted, and delighted.

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A moving vehicle (i.e. car)

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Fetishes, Role Playing, Cross Dressing, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
A little of each

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.

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