Not always alone but behind closed doors I strip away the male exterior. Carefully applying the layers of the more feminine side of the inner me. Exploring the playful intricacies of switching sexes. Teasingly c2c with others or just grabbing a couple of hot shots for my scrap book. Moments that I treasure filling my mind with the wonderment of giving my self to another man. Him holding me tightly, caressing me as our lips touch our tongues search out the others. Growing ever more noticeable his passionate need to be released. Discovering each other as the moment devours us. Stripping away the layers of doubt to embark on the truth as my mouth sucks in the pulsing beam of his needs. Fulling every want he may require first by the tip of the tongue followed by the depth of my mouth an the willing throat. My thighs burn with the heat of needing to feel the fullness of him with in me. Spreading wide to submit to every inch of that finds its way between my loving long legs.
