Been a lover of womens clothes all my life. Love the sexy lingerie and the high heels. Tottering about and posing with legs showing off tight muscles.

My first encounters were with men although I liked girls it was the pure sexual thrill of handling a big cock that I craved so much.

My previous stories tell of my first encounters of being a sex object and guys wanting to fuck me.

I realised if I acted naive and cute it would alert men that I could be something they wanted. Cheeky conversation and innuendo to spark interest and see what the reaction was. If it was a no go then you could say oh that is not what I meant and steer the conversation back to bloke stuff. Haha.

I worked in a project engineering department. This also meant I had to travel to various cities in the year. A couple of overnights in posh hotels and then back home. I also went away on a supposed work overnighters once or twice a year too.

So I was able to be free about 10 or so times a year.

I had a slim bag which i put in my suitcase and this contained my girlie bits. I always had a slim body and not really all that masculine. Reasonably small feet for a man and slim hands. The only makeup I used was lipstick, bright red. The guys loved a ring around their cocks. Haha. I had fair hair and kept it tousled and slight wave so it could be combed like a bob. Saved wearing a wig, although I had a short blonde bob wig. Clip on earings and a chain necklace. Gave the guys something to aim for, some liked it dangling round their cocks as i came up for air.

The overall look I had perfected was a cross between princess di and pat butcher. Lol. Most guys went back to my room and emptied their sacks and that was the name of the game.

I used to target a guy in the hotel bar who was like me away on business and the uglier the better. I would sit reasonably close at the bar or if he was sat at a table I would sit close by and start a few opening lines, a few jokey snippets etc. I would pretend I needed to move closer to hear the reply. Most guys want a bit of company and have a pint and say why don’t you join me. Whoops. Haha. Next thing drop in a well you will be glad to get back home to your own bed and anchor alongside the wife. Nearly always there would be she doesn’t bother much anymore with that side of the marriage. What I exclaimed, if I was her l would be all over you the minute you walked in, big rugged guy like you. She doesn’t deserve ya.

At this point I would get up and walk to the bar with a bit of a sway on the hips and get two drinks, knowing he was watching me and very intrigued. At this point when i sat down I knew where I stood, I would mention I had a bottle of vodka in the room and a few mixers as the prices here were shocking. Fancy a nightcap? Very rarely turned down. Great days.

Once they were in the hotel room they knew what was what, Some liked me to put on lingerie. Some liked just a blow. Some wanted everything and bucked me all night.

I am now early 60’s and still like to dress. I find some sites are good but there are a lot of timewasters.

I get chatting to someone and they expect me to look like the most beautiful girl in the world. I say no. When Im sucking yer cock you look down at a blonde hair and eager lips. When bucking me doggystyle I have a better ass than most girls. I tell them you are talking to a crossdresser and if you want a girl the go chat one up.

I can’t get away as much now I am retired as I am required at home as a loyal hubby.

LuV

Dee