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The leaves are changing colors and dropping from the trees. Animals are foraging for food and preparing to hunker down for the winter. Hunters are dressed in camouflage with their manly guns, hunting for meat like cave men.
It is a very primitive time of year. And very erotic in a way.
Some friends of mine that enjoy the sport of hunting invited me on a hunting trip last week. Laughing hysterically I told them I don’t know how to shoot a gun nor could I ever kill a living creature.
They told me not to worry I could sit at the hunting cabin, enjoy the peace and quiet of the woods, as long as I made sure they had dinner when they got home from the hunt.
After thinking about it I agreed, and I am glad I did!
I spent my days reading, listening to the radio and sitting out side in the open jerking my cock that seemed to stay hard more then normal out there in nature.
It was fun making sure the manly men were fed and taken care of in the evenings. And I liked sitting around the fire with them listening to the stories of the day and drinking beer.
On the very last day of our trip, one of them came in early and there I was, eyes closed sitting outside, cock in hand beating my meat hard and fast.
I felt someone looking at me but I was to far gone to stop, look or care.
When I finally blew my load and opened my eyes there he was with his dick in his hand.
He came to me and told me that he had never had the guts to approach me and that inviting me was his idea. He knew this was his last chance to come to me and tell me what he had always wanted.
I took him by the hand and led him inside. By the cabin fire I kissed him gently working my way down to his throbbing cock. Taking it into my mouth and working my magic, my dick got hard again as his body responded.
I sat back and asked him what he wanted to experience. I told him not to speak it to just lead me and I would follow.
Tentatively he put his mouth on my dick. I knew he had never sucked a dick before. But he mimicked what I did to him and he was fabulous.
He looked at me and asked if it would be OK if he stopped before I came. He wanted to feel me inside him and he wanted to be inside me.
I was delighted and took him gently, licking his tight virgin ass before stroking him as I eased in. He responded by rocking back against me and moaning. His desire brought me to orgasm quickly and before I knew it he was inside me fucking me with all the passion he had pent up.
He came deep inside me and kissed me hard, thanking me.
We laid on the blanket in each others arms for a while before cleaning each other up and cooking dinner together.
I guess my hunter bagged a deer on this trip. Just not a four legged one, a three legged one.
I had to put an ad in the paper for house keeping help. There was just no way around it.
I interviewed so many people that I lost count but when I met Rory, a sweet young man that was a touch on the feminine side, I just knew he was was the one.
I am only particular about one thing, my panties. I guess you could say I have a panty fetish. I have two drawers full of nothing but silky soft panties in every color, shape and style you could imagine!
I came home early yesterday and to my surprise Rory was sitting on the floor in my bathroom surrounded by every pair of panties that was in my hamper with one pair that was full of cum in his face licking them.
WHAT A NAUGHTY MAID!
Despite the original rush of anger at the site of him with my precious panties. The vision of him licking the cum out of them made my dick instantly hard.
I didn’t give away how fucking hot I was, instead I acted upset.
Begging me not to fire him, pleading that he needed this job, Rory confessed his secret. Rory is a panty worshiper. Which I guess is just about the same as having a panty fetish.
He explained just how he felt, how the silky feel of the material stirred something in him, not only when he held them but when he wore them and felt them against his body or when he saw them on others and touched and licked them. How he could cum with out touching himself when he smelled and licked panties.
It really didn’t matter if they belonged to a woman and were filled with her juices. Or if they were filled with the cum of her lover that dripped into them mixed with her own juices. Or if they belonged to a man or a transgendered person and were soaked with sperm.
It wasn’t the fluid as much as the panties and the idea that he was licking the sex off them, and how they felt in his hands and on his mouth and face or being rubbed on his body.
He never had to touch his cock, which was so much smaller then other men. for it to spew cum from his love for panties.
By the time he was done explaining all this to me, stirring the same feelings that I have, I was ready to explode. My own dick was throbbing in the silky pink panties that I had on.
Yanking him up from the floor, I ripped my skirt off and pushed his head into my dick as it spew cum all in my panties, making him lick it all off.
He was as surprised to see my cock as he was pleased to be licking the cum off me.
I think I am keeping my naughty maid.
Every girl loves to be pampered. I am no exception to that rule. Spoiling myself is a treat I not only deserve but demand.
There is nothing better then going to the saloon and getting a mani/pedi. Being pampered every few weeks is a day I so look forward to.
My dick is always stiff when I know it is mani/pedi day because I use this day for a little erotic fun as well as being spoiled.
Getting ready to head out I choose what I will wear carefully. It must be sexy. It must show a great deal of cleavage. And it must be a very short skirt with either no panties or panties that clearly out line my big man cock.
I never go to the same saloon twice, unless the nail tech is a male that seems pleased with the treat I provide.
I always request a male tech. They do the mani first and I make sure to flirt openly and shamelessly. Always leaning over and showing off my beautiful tits. Making sure to capture his full attention and erection.
When it comes time for the pedi I sit demurely in the chair anticipating the perfect timing to spread my legs and reveal my surprise.
I love the reactions I get. It doesn’t matter if it is shock, surprise, admiration, curiosity or desire. Each reaction arouses me and I always go home and pump my hard cock thinking about it.
Mani/pedi day is my favorite day of all!
I am so excited about planning this Halloween party it is insane. Can you guess from looking at me what I am going to be? I bet you know, it is the only thing I can be, A Wall Flower. Clever huh? Of course my party is going to be kinky and full of tricks and treats. Instead of Bobbing For Apples, we are Bobbing For Balls. I am going to take apples, oranges and peeled onions and dip them all in the same colored candy coating before putting them in the pale of water. It is going to be delightful when my friends bite into an onion…..one of the tricks. I bought Halloween Oreo cookies and mingled into the plate I have some Oreo cookies that I have opened and scraped the orange cream filling out, replacing it with toothpaste that I have colored with orange food coloring….another trick mixed into the treats. But the best thing I have set up is this wonderful jack o lantern scare crow that I found. I have everything I need to make him. I am going to drill a hole in his ass and fill it with gooey lube. I will blind fold my guests and spin them around and we are going to play Stick Your Dick In The Scare Crow. The drinks are going to be flowing, the tricks and treats are going to be all mixed up and we are going to have a fucking blast! Don’t you wish you could join us?
I have always been fascinated by mythology. The centaur is a mythical creature that I am particularly mesmerized by. I have always found these creatures interesting. I love the many colors of their coats, with the head arms and torso of a human and the beautiful body of a horse, they are majestic indeed. They exude strength and mystery.
I have always said if I were like any mythical creature of lore it would be the centaur. But it wasn’t until a friend of mine bought me this beautiful little figurine of a female centaur that I really began to connect myself to them. The figurine resembles me in so many ways and the creature, in all it’s glory, does as well.
When I finally decided to go through with my transgender surgery transforming my self into what I always felt I was, a woman, it took a lot of strength and courage. And now that I have the beautiful head arms and torso of a glorious woman, proud and strong, matching who I am inside with a huge dick, in many ways I am a living centaur. Half woman, half horse in more then just the figurative sense of the word.
I love my beautiful body and the little figurine that I keep in a special place to remind me daily of the wonder of the mythical, magical creature that I am and of all that I can be.
I often jerk my huge horse cock while looking at this gift that my friend gave me, spewing cum all over my belly while loosing myself in the fascination and wonders of mythology and a world born of imagination where the realm of possibilities are endless, and one is only inhibited by his or her own limitations. I love setting my mind free in this magical place that exists within my imagination.
I don’t even remember who came up with the idea but someone suggested we save all our old sex toys and once a year have a sex toy bon fire. I didn’t think that even collectively we could come up with enough sex toys to make a fire in a barrel no less a bon fire. But this idea spread Ike wild fire at the club that we always go to. Everyone was talking about this huge party and how they were going to come and bring the sex toys that they had used on ex’s and burn them. After all you don’t want to re use them, they are expensive so why just throw them out when we could burn them, purging ourselves of the sleezes that we call our exes, get drunk and fuck? It sounded like a much better idea. All year all I could do was laugh at the idea that we would have enough toys for anything but a weenie roast. How fitting. Every one knew where we were going to meet. Every one was bringing food, drink and fuel for our fire. You could not believe my surprise when people started rolling in. Friends and friends of friends and friends of their friends. People from the LGBT community from towns over were showing up. I have never seen so many sex toys in my life. We could have filled up a small warehouse. Boxes upon boxes were emptied on top of each other. Food and drink was everywhere. And as the pile went up in flames, clothes began to fly and the fucking commenced. It was a bon fire like none I have ever seen but I am pretty sure I will see it again next year.
I love hitting thrift stores on the weekends. You never know what you will find. But you always find a great deal. I was in my favorite little thrift store looking around for that one find that would make my day. And then I saw it, way back in the corner. Hidden from plain site. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was copper or brass and had a pressure gauge on the top. I thought it was some type of brewing device, maybe for beer or wine. I had to dig it out of the corner, there were so many things in front of it. The more I dug the harder my heart beat. I couldn’t help being excited. And then I finally had it in my hands and my dick got so fucking hard. There it was a vintage sex toy. A dildo on a rod with a pressure tank that builds up to create the pumping action for a good old fuck. I knew it was old and felt sure it was valuable. The price tag on ti was fie dollars. Really? I knew I would take it home and figure out how it worked and try it tonight. I couldn’t wait to feel it pumping in and out of me and fantasize about how many people this thing had made cum over the years.
It has been a long time since I was in the market for a new car and things are done a lot different now then they were last time I was in the market. The shopping around and test driving is so much fun. I have driven everything from conservative, economical models to fancy high priced sports cars in the last week. I now understand what it means when they say a man likes his toys. The sexual surge that runs through my loins when I am driving one of those sports cars is almost more then I can stand. Three times this week the sales man has let me bring a car home over night and each time I went out and picked up a one night stand to fuck in the back seat just to be naughty. Tomorrow I am going to buy the car I have picked out, a cute little VW Bug convertible in a pretty pink. I think it screams Zetta! And I know exactly where I am going when I pick it up and who is going to help me break her in. Oh glory!
We love to get together when the carnival is in town and hit the midway. We invade it like we own it and when we are there we do! One of our favorite things to do is wait till the end of night when everyone is leaving and the fun house is empty. We all go in and hit the fun house mirrors. Getting kinky we strip and look at ourselves. We love the way the mirrors distort our bodies. Those of us with small tits can see what we would look like if we could afford implants. I for one love seeing my tits big and plump. Those of us with little dicks get to see what we would look like if we were blessed. And of course we make fun of each other when we look in the mirrors and big dicks become little or we look all wavy. This year we took our cameras in and took some great pictures of each other in our altered mirror state. We even got braver then ever and made a video of us fucking in front of the wavy mirror. We have watched that crazy ass video a hundred times at least and laughed like hell every time. The carnival is so much fun!
Oh glory my friends threw me a surprise bash. Let me tell you no one knows how to party like a bunch of trannies, gays and lesbians! They set it up at one of my favorite bars. We go there all the time for the Drag shows. The owner let them decorate it all in my favorite colors, lavender and pink. There were pink and lavender balloons every where, the tables were set with bright pink table cloths and lavender plates. The cake was beautiful in pink with lavender roses on it. All the drinks for the evening were color themed as well. They even bought me a beautiful tutu in my favorite colors for me to wear at the party. We had the best night and when it was all over we went to my place for some fun that we couldn’t have at the bar. The drinks flowed free and so did our wild sexual abandon. There was more dick sucking and ass fucking then should be legal in one place. Every where you looked a pussy was on another pussy or a cock was on another cock. It was the best party ever! Cum join us darling and let your freak flag fly!