Just like me, They long to be, Close to you

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Just like me, They long to be, Close to youI’m not gay but I find women with manly features attractive. I met this girl on craigslist she was from California a bit of a tom boy, short, looked a bit like my mother but more facial hair. She had a domineering nature much like the qualities of a macho male. She was like one of the guys. I flew from Dallas to Pasadena to meet up with her. She wanted to meet up at a local hotel, she left a bag at the reception with instructions. I was to go to room 32 put a cage on my head, a ball gag in my mouth and wear a stud dog collar, blind fold, handcuffs and so on. I got changed in the room. I was excited I had never done bondage before. I cuffed one hand to the head of the bed pulled my blind fold down and attached the cuff of my hand. I waited, feeling powerless made me horny a lot like the time I injured my leg and my mothers hand rubbed against it the first time I realised I had a issue with premature ejaculation. I didn’t know what to expect, deep down it exited me a bit like the time I watched a goat struggle to eat a carrot I often imagined my dick in its mouth. In her pictures she had an enlarged clit resembling a small penis it excited me thinking about sucking canlı kaçak bahis it dry and lapping up her unshowered pussy juice as it runs down her thigh. I asked her during our correspondence to role-play as my mother. I had been waiting for an hour I could hear everything around me. a knock on the door a booming voice” MUMMYS HOME” I started to flush red and feel warm the anticipation was excruciating I was still flaccid mummy started to push what felt like a tent peg down the eye of my dick, I felt rough hands rubbing my shaft. The sensation of the hand-job made me nostalgic about my days on the football team in high school. I didn’t really play, I just did ball handling skills in the change room. It wasn’t gay so it was ok Something about group golden showers made me feel like I was a part of something bigger, the loneliness would wash away over filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin. Growing up granddad would spank me for misbehaving. I looked forward to the beatings as his hand slapped me I would bite my lip it was ecstasy. When he died he was cremated, I had a dildo with a cavity in it, I filled it with his ashes and fucked my self with it while spanking my self with his ridding casino firmalari crop. He always called me a effeminate faggot in his later years after bringing a escort to a family dinner that turned out to be a man. I found out she was a dude after her cum got in my eye causing a infection, I have had a lazy eye ever since. “IM NOT FUCKING GAY GRANDAD!”Mummy switched on the TV I could hear the clunking of a VHS player. I could hear a rerun of sesame street during the Bing Crosby years, it made me nostalgic of giving hand jobs to black people in the parking lot of kfc. Next door I could hear the loud music Carpenters -We’ve Only Just Begun I started to brace my self for the bizarre insertions that would follow.I loved this song it like Abba dancing queen. Id tuck my penis between my legs and pretend I was a girl as I danced in front of the mirror singing into my hair brush ( WEVE ONLY JUST BEGUN) I truly was a dancing queen. I lost my virginity to that brushAt a young age I had many imaginary friends, the family doctor diagnosed them as my schizophrenic persona’s. it would often feel like we were singing the chorus together(So many roads to choose….)( And yet we’ve just begun) I was a alter boy casino şirketleri after many months of dedication, finally being m*****ed by father tom was a high point much like the time I ambushed that retarded Downs-Syndrome person in a disabled toilet stall.(WOOHOOO OOOOOO (song chorus)She whispered in my ear ” IM GONNA PUT A BIT OF SALT ON THAT LITTLE SLUG”Id often masturbate to the carpenters music I would replay my montage of giving blow jobs at truck stops and paying hookers to peg me in my head.( just like me, they long to, be close to you …)I often would day dream of growing up as a normal women., how did I get here in my greasy overalls a red neck mechanic that’s fingered all his 1st cousins. I started to evaluate my life as I felt the pain of the jump cable clips on my balls.I have many regrets and not getting past 3rd base with my mum while she was unconcious it deeply effected me. she is the one and only women in my life I can abuse and fuck. no other women could live up to such standards. As MUMMY pierced my nipples and tazered my balls. I realise deep down that I was happy. Mummys dump on my chest was the most refreshing change to my out look on life. One day if I have enough balls to cut my penis off and live as a women Id be truly happy. At times on the toilet I like to sing Can’t Smile Without You by The Carpenters, While taking a dump and staring at the window, whilst reminiscing of the time I gave Evan herpes in a walmart toilet cubical.

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