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I still remember the thrill of the first ladyboy tongue sliding up my arse, the gentle gasping of air at sexual stimulations and sensations the height of which I had never experienced or dreamed of before, the light tongue flicks across the nipples and sheer drama and intrigue of having, what to all outward appearances is a woman€™s tits swinging in my face, as she rammed her hard cock deep into my arse.
The thrill and sheer wanton lust as this feminine beast driven by a deep masculine animal instinct satiated her lust with my body.
The sheer tightness of the ladyboys arses I entered and the soft femininity which, to me seemed more expressed than women€™s drew me on and on. The intoxicating perfume and extravagant styles lured me into their twilight existence.
Didn€™t matter how endowed they were I was prepared to accommodate all comers. The dizzying mix of latent femininity with animal lust compelled me on toward more and more.
Finding myself in situations and places (some dangerous) that reeked of extreme sleaze did nothing but drive the lust deeper and stronger.
Oral sex was amazing, and at last I had encountered sexual partners who were expressive, driven by lust, not deterred by societal norms or distinctions.
My own reputation and standing in society was not enough to keep me home at night and I would prowl restlessly nightly until my passions were spent.
Now, thirty years on I have come to a watershed.
I find ladyboys woefully wanting, not as sensitive to my needs as women, arses either too loose, if lubricated or woefully tight to the point of bruising. Ladyboys I find many are just waiting out their time till its over unless of course they are one of the rare exceptions or young.
Getting fucked up the arse feels like someone is trying to destroy my liver and internal organs with a broom stick, the sensations that once inspired me are gone.
I don€™t even like fucking them up the arse, I don€™t see stimulation in their eyes, I see a kind of animal pleasure which runs a fine line between pumping adrenalin and pain.
Blowjobs, still good but they don€™t do it for me like before.
Rimming seems like someone is cleaning my arse with a damp dishcloth.
Ladyboys have bad breath, bad habits and the angels are few and far between.
I almost feel revulsion if one slides her cock into my mouth.
Above all they don€™t respond as well as woman.
Maybe, I am fortunate with the women I meet I don€™t know. I do know, I love the way you can keep a woman at sexual peaks for so much longer over and over, on and on. Pussys feel like they are sent from heaven, so naturally lubricated and responsive for so much longer. Sensitive to every touch and much more sensitive to my needs than they used to be when I was younger.
Will I recover from this trough I have sunk into, who knows?
The thrill and sheer wanton lust as this feminine beast driven by a deep masculine animal instinct satiated her lust with my body.
The sheer tightness of the ladyboys arses I entered and the soft femininity which, to me seemed more expressed than women€™s drew me on and on. The intoxicating perfume and extravagant styles lured me into their twilight existence.
Didn€™t matter how endowed they were I was prepared to accommodate all comers. The dizzying mix of latent femininity with animal lust compelled me on toward more and more.
Finding myself in situations and places (some dangerous) that reeked of extreme sleaze did nothing but drive the lust deeper and stronger.
Oral sex was amazing, and at last I had encountered sexual partners who were expressive, driven by lust, not deterred by societal norms or distinctions.
My own reputation and standing in society was not enough to keep me home at night and I would prowl restlessly nightly until my passions were spent.
Now, thirty years on I have come to a watershed.
I find ladyboys woefully wanting, not as sensitive to my needs as women, arses either too loose, if lubricated or woefully tight to the point of bruising. Ladyboys I find many are just waiting out their time till its over unless of course they are one of the rare exceptions or young.
Getting fucked up the arse feels like someone is trying to destroy my liver and internal organs with a broom stick, the sensations that once inspired me are gone.
I don€™t even like fucking them up the arse, I don€™t see stimulation in their eyes, I see a kind of animal pleasure which runs a fine line between pumping adrenalin and pain.
Blowjobs, still good but they don€™t do it for me like before.
Rimming seems like someone is cleaning my arse with a damp dishcloth.
Ladyboys have bad breath, bad habits and the angels are few and far between.
I almost feel revulsion if one slides her cock into my mouth.
Above all they don€™t respond as well as woman.
Maybe, I am fortunate with the women I meet I don€™t know. I do know, I love the way you can keep a woman at sexual peaks for so much longer over and over, on and on. Pussys feel like they are sent from heaven, so naturally lubricated and responsive for so much longer. Sensitive to every touch and much more sensitive to my needs than they used to be when I was younger.
Will I recover from this trough I have sunk into, who knows?
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