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By now, I was wearing lingerie whilst I wanked to the movies, my lips painted with red lipstick, imagining being with the gorgeous ‘ladies’ and wrapping my slutty mouth around their hard she-cocks. I loved the excitement as I purchased my stockings or tights, getting knowing looks from a weathered store assistant, who probably had a good idea that these weren’t for a partner. The best was when I went into Woolworth’s one weekend and I went to the checkout with a pair of glossy, lycra tights, only to be served by some fresh faced teenager no older than eighteen.

‘Have fun with those!’ he said in an effeminate voice, giving me a wink as I departed.

I did.

As with all things, the initial thrill wore off. Over time, the cross-dressing got less and less arousing, even if the transsexual porn still had me under it’s thrall. Right up to the point when I caught myself in the reflection of the mirror, and seeing a middle aged hairy bloke cavorting around in white lingerie with a semi on. That semi-erection quickly turned limp after seeing how completely unconvincing I was. I would have a few more half-hearted attempts at dressing, but, like the cottaging previously, I think I’d gotten it out of my system. Then of course, there is the purge. The clothes and DVDs were discarded, and I swore that would be it. No more.

Of course, as soon as I got the internet installed, I decided to look at porn. Straight stuff to begin with, but in one of the recommendations, Ellery Sweet appeared, clad in pink and black lingerie, and tugging away on a big lump of Scottish beef! Once more, I was under the spell…

And so this is my fate. I adore chicks with dicks, and just accept it. And thank you to Gia, Miriam, Kimberly and the rest of the stars of that first DVD; you opened my eyes to a world I never knew existed!