Liberty meeting, chapter1

When an irresistible urge takes my friend and I, I only have to roll up my dress to be taken.

I avoid wasting time putting a condom on him and taking off my panties, running the risk of him disbanding as has already happened.
He can thus kiss me discreetly under a porte-cochere, in a park, a stairwell, a fitting room ...

Completing to prepare myself, I go up my purses in my inguinal canal (tucking) by placing my cock between my thighs to secure it with adhesive tape.

In the mirror of my room, I contemplate my triangle of venus shaved and split with a vertical fold that evokes the birth of my cat.
Like many transvestites, my anus has lost its star shape during multiple sodomy sessions, revealing a long vertical slit slightly swollen and as thick as real vaginal lips.

Then, I hang a very short wrap skirt around my waist that shows my slit panties.

I like to wear it because its flexible fabric hugs my buttocks, amplifying their swaying when I walk.
As women do, I adjust my bodice by running my hands under my skirt to stretch it and bring out my breasts.

For a few minutes, I practice in front of the mirror to take female poses and attitudes.

Sensing a hectic day, I swallow a Viagra tablet in a glass of water before leaving.

Finally ready, I leave my apartment impatient to find myself in the shady atmosphere of the club.

I go down the stairs four to four feeling the exciting tension of my garters on my thighs.

It's a beautiful sunny day that I go to Steve's place.
My high-cut bodice uncovers my heavy and firm breasts which sway to the rhythm of my stilettos on the asphalt.

I want to provoke men when I meet them.

I tighten my buttocks by crossing my legs and walking in small steps to have a more fluid feminine gait and better balance on my pumps.

I accentuate the sway of my buttocks caused by my stiletto heels by twirling my skirt to reveal my garters.

The hot wind that rushes between my thighs makes me feel sensations that women know well ...