Message-ID: <18570eli$9901211930@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tashats@worldnet.att.net (Ms Natasha Matins) Subject: SHEMALE FASHIONS 4: tg,shemale,fantasy,exhibition Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Shemale Fashions 4 Hi. This is a ongoing reporting of what it is like to be a shemale in the 20th century. I am sharing my experiences, fantasies, wants and desires. First of all, I love being a girl with a dick. Yes its not always easy. But when I've pulled everything together the results sometimes exceeds my expectations. It is raining here in Palo Alto (California) this morning. I got up and made my ,now, obligatory two coffees in my reused and recycled coffee cups. The third microwaved cup is reserved for my facial steam bath. Then I pull my fall colored auburn hair back with a recycled rubber band left from yesterday's newspaper. Then I shave all the hairs from my face that I had no time to tweeze. Fini. I love the rain. Many a time in a downpour (the best) I would put on a bra and high heels (thats all honey) and a trench coat and a nice full bottle of red, red wine. And I would sit outside where I could get wet. Very wet. I'd play with my dick getting soaked and pull deeply on that bottle. Very Dionysois (Greek god of wine), water streaming all over running in floods down my breasts and dick. Oh so very wet and nice. At one place where I lived I could see the cars from the street pass by in the dark. Just hidden enough. Anyway that being said, I put on my sheer thin nylon skirt and bra and thin nylon blouse and an old pair of 3 inch pumps for a walk in the rain this morning. I walked coffee and a cig-a-rette (I must be oral hmm?) in hand with an umbrella (just for propriety sakes). An umbrella is a shield like a talisman. There is an old and ancient feminine art of exposure, I will share my thoughts about that here and in future stories. I had every intention of getting wet as I walked to the creek nearby. I got there and wished there was a way to get down there. I wanted very badly to walk heels and all into a deep part of the stream to unloose my dick from my panties and feel the wet coldness of the stream amoungst my cojones (Spanish for balls). Deep in thought, I remembered other times and places, as the rain loosed itself upon me. When younger, I would hike to a place in the forest with a 10 foot waterfall. I liked to masturbate in the rushing water. My most favorite experience was in a roaring river in the mountains during a very big storm. The water was very fast and a tree limb speared into the fast current. I rode that moving yet stationary rooted tremulous limb and straddled with both my pretty legs in that cold dynamo of water. I had brought along a few nasty images of women to masturbate too. In images, what gets me the hottest, is the look in the face. The "look" never lies but expresses the inner passions and lusts. God what a cum that was!! My lover suggested to me a few nights ago, I should be more graphic about my happenings with him. So be it!! Well, with him, so far I have been to Anaheim and Sacremento while he worked at his job. But lets call him (her) Sasha. A name I gave her. Shes a crossdresser. So no more he. Together we are hot little sluts kissing and petting each other. I do love sucking his black dick. Black n white ; he (oops!) and shemale together. When i suck her dick she often scratches my back. That really turns me on. I love it! She wants me to fuck her and its what I want too. Having been off hormones for about 6 months, I'm just about there. I can now, once again, gladly get hard and cum. But it takes just the right magic to sustain that hardness. Just the lightest of tremulous touchs does the best if consistent. So we each suck each other , both dressed like little nasty harlots, which we are!! We practise with her sitting her pretty black ass upon my lap. I love feeling my dick near her pussy. Our kissing is what really gets me off! Good hot french kissing makes every nerve alive. As all woman know foreplay is the key to a womans' soul. Being in public scantily dressed is another form of foreplay often forgotten when a guy is horny. Nothing i like better than to be dressed in a short (thigh high) leather miniskirt , gartered back seamed stockings, four inch spike heels and a so loose open thin white blouse (bigger the breasts the better to eat you with) having my lover see other men (and women) eying me as I flirt, crossing and uncrossing my long nylon legs, quirming and pushing and kneeding my dick in my panties, knowing I'm getting to later suck that big dick of his later. Wine and drinks coursing through my veins as i'm on high octane lust. Alive and feeling very very magnetic. That to me is the essence of being a woman with a dick! Oh how I wish he would bring me along more often on his trips of business and pleasure. But i know now to never expect or demand what I wish just letting things unfold as they will. The unexpected pleasure is much more rewarding than the, I demand this or that result. Since becoming a woman I have rediscovered the thrill of flying. Its everything I want: being seen, the rush of getting ready, the fancy dress, the proffesional people preoccupied with where they are going and the surprise on their face when they see my feminine ways that gets me off. Nothing is like the power of being a seemingly independant woman who in reality is kept and paid for. No concerns but her concerns for her man (he's a she!) Miz Natasha Matins http://www.kellymichaels.net soon to be: http://www.shemalefashions.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----