Lady Regina

In some wild and crazy way that I didn’t understand, I was tightly connected to the idea of my own womanhood. That connection, I later discovered was desire for my femininity. I equate femininity’s relationship to womanhood, the way air is related to life. I am a woman, but thanks to society I am only a woman part time. Luckily for me, that’s enough. I don’t mind living a double life. Sometimes revealing secrets hurt people more than keeping them. And yes, did I mention that I am also a coward? LOL. Put that aside there is still truth in what I say. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I love my secret life and thanks to the internet, I am in contact with many people who share things in common with me.

I love the rituals involved in being the girl. I am a very imaginative girl and I create all kinds of fantasies that sometimes put me in a beautiful trance. I love pretending to model and strike all the classic poses. This makes my crotch tight, and I can feel my rear pussy start to tingle. Masturbation has become a full seduction of me, by me. I know all my G spots and how long to linger. I have graduated from just poking my asshole, to tender and intense foreplay. I know many ways to touch myself. I know exactly when I can halt the foreplay and begin the penetration.

When both my nipples get hard, my ass is twitching and I can no longer ignore the call of my asscunt. I have to have deep penetration. I like toying with the sweet, puckered circle with all those sensitive nerves that send sweet sensations straight to all my erogenous zones. I feel my throat get so tight and I try to let out a moan, but only a high-pitched squeal emits from my lips. My voice changes and hearing it makes me want the cock to go deeper. When I’m getting fucked really good, I start to bawl and laugh and scream each time those balls bump up against my pussy area. That’s what I do when I feel complete. The cock seems to touch some gigantic nerve that controls all the other nerves, and my body starts to twitch every time.