The following account of one of my sessions which took place in the late 80's was recently re-written for a gentleman friend of mine. he was very appreciative so I thought I would post it for SH readers. Several weeks had passed by since I had found enough free time to be the girl I enjoyed becoming when made over and dressed. No trips out into the country side to be myself, no positive contacts on the contact sites and the frustrations were manifesting themselves in my night time dreams. The urges and feelings had to be addressed. Relief was required so I turned the clock back to how I used to satisfy myself in the mid 80's. The day was mine. The doors were secured, I would be undisturbed for several hours. I set up the video camera in the lounge so that the footage would give the impression of someone viewing the scene as a voyer. Later manipulation of the captured scene would have to be done, a few close ups of secret places, stocking tops, crotch areas, insertion of items into my pussy etc, which would enhance the atmposphere I was looking to portray. I walked into the scene, completing lipstick in front of the large mirror placed above the fireplace. Brown silk blouse, tangerine wrap over skirt, black suade boots, shoulder length blonde hair. Turning away from the mirror I sat on the couch (edited to close up of my wrap skirt being opened to expose black lace crotch area, me playing with my crotch as a real girl would do when pleasuring herself) the shot gave no indication of maleness, this to all intent and purpose was a girl massage her clit. Legs closed, black stocking tops and black crotch framing the white flesh. Poppers applied, music switched on - madonna playing - again in front of the mirror, wooden dildo standing proud on the mantle piece, lubed and prepared for use, as was the oriface that was the intended recipient. Small wine glass beside the dildo which would be used to hold any fluid that I managed to produce when manipulating the prostate area. The skirt was loosened and allowed to drop to the ground. The blouse was opened and removed slowly, poppers again being applied and I was drifting into that grey hazy area, fully turned on and swaying smoothly as the musics rythm had me moving in time. The dildo was taken in hand (camera cut to close up as the dildo was positioned). Panned out as I turned to give a side view of the implement being inserted, then a close up as it was manipulated and as a result any pre cum which would be gently milked from the clit would be caught and retained in the wine glass for later use. Fifteen minutes of slow manipulation, several close ups of dribbles of pre cum being milked into the glass, panning out later. The wine glass in close up contained a substantial quantity of juice. Something I learned to do over a period of time. The action cut to me in bra stockings and knickers kneeling over the dildo which was now planted firmly on the floor. Taking on a final draw of my poppers the next scene has me slowly impaling myself onto this magnificent wooden pleasure pole, I tilt my head back as I allow the fluid to dribble, drip by drip into my mouth from the wine glass. Full penetration was evident as I squirmed and screwed myself into a frenzy of pleasure. The glass drained, I raize myself from the floor, dildo still inserted, sitting on the settee, again squirming and fucking myself with obvious pleasure on my face as the climax was iminent. Then a cut to a close up as my cream is ejaculated from my clit in several spasms without any hand manipulation. A full orgasmic surge of my fluids was achieved and deposited around my crotch area. The final cut of me relaxed and playfully picking up the spent cum on my fingers and licking it while smiling into the camera. mmmmmm