Early adventures
As a now mature trans slut with quite a few years behind me of dressing up, I sometimes think back to my earlier days of experimenting with crossdressing.
In my mid to late teens I was starting to be drawn to woman’s clothing. Only ever sexy, slutty attire and of course a favourite of mine, plastic macs and high-heels. Still living at home around this time meant trying to make do with whatever I could lay my hands on. An old southwester vinyl coat, two plastic macs, one pink the other blue and a couple of pairs of strappy 3” to 4” heeled shoes. I didn’t have any nail varnish to paint my toenails either so I remember using model making paint and then having to use thinners to remove it. All pretty basic and improvisational but I still managed to get my dressing fix from these.
This was the late 70’s early 80’s so all pre-internet and to help my play sessions I’d use sex mags. Escort, Fiesta, Razzle and another favourite of mine at the time, contact mags. These could be quite a turn-on as they had real people with all kinds of tastes advertising and some adds even had photos. Small b/w mostly but some had larger colour pics as well. To get hold of mags with contact numbers was quite a thrill and on occasion I’d ring to get some details. These were nearly always professional girls, but just being in contact with females who wore rubber, leather etc. and were willing sell themselves for sex would arouse me hugely.
After getting a full driving license and my own car, this added yet another dimension to my adventures. I’d get quite daring on occasion and drive out to someplace quiet with a pair of heels at hand. With a local river not too far away, I remember parking up and walking along to a deserted spot, stripping off entirely, putting on the 4” heeled strappy mule shoes I’d brought along and wanking my rock hard young cock to a cummy climax in just a matter of minutes, I was that horny. Oh to be able to knock one out as quick as that now. Other times I might wait until dark and take a drive out to some quiet country lane, strip off again and slip some heels on and then rub my cock. What a feeling that was, naked, the cool air on your skin, in just heels and wanking like crazy. The sexual energy I had then was quite wonderful in spurring me on in these kinds of exploits. Even when I was dating I’d still enjoy this kind of kink play every now and then.
Now I’m a lot older I still enjoy kinky fun, as you probably gather and while not having quite the same energy levels, I still regularly get the desire to be a trans slut and when I can, enjoy some sexy, dressed-up wanking fun.
In my mid to late teens I was starting to be drawn to woman’s clothing. Only ever sexy, slutty attire and of course a favourite of mine, plastic macs and high-heels. Still living at home around this time meant trying to make do with whatever I could lay my hands on. An old southwester vinyl coat, two plastic macs, one pink the other blue and a couple of pairs of strappy 3” to 4” heeled shoes. I didn’t have any nail varnish to paint my toenails either so I remember using model making paint and then having to use thinners to remove it. All pretty basic and improvisational but I still managed to get my dressing fix from these.
This was the late 70’s early 80’s so all pre-internet and to help my play sessions I’d use sex mags. Escort, Fiesta, Razzle and another favourite of mine at the time, contact mags. These could be quite a turn-on as they had real people with all kinds of tastes advertising and some adds even had photos. Small b/w mostly but some had larger colour pics as well. To get hold of mags with contact numbers was quite a thrill and on occasion I’d ring to get some details. These were nearly always professional girls, but just being in contact with females who wore rubber, leather etc. and were willing sell themselves for sex would arouse me hugely.
After getting a full driving license and my own car, this added yet another dimension to my adventures. I’d get quite daring on occasion and drive out to someplace quiet with a pair of heels at hand. With a local river not too far away, I remember parking up and walking along to a deserted spot, stripping off entirely, putting on the 4” heeled strappy mule shoes I’d brought along and wanking my rock hard young cock to a cummy climax in just a matter of minutes, I was that horny. Oh to be able to knock one out as quick as that now. Other times I might wait until dark and take a drive out to some quiet country lane, strip off again and slip some heels on and then rub my cock. What a feeling that was, naked, the cool air on your skin, in just heels and wanking like crazy. The sexual energy I had then was quite wonderful in spurring me on in these kinds of exploits. Even when I was dating I’d still enjoy this kind of kink play every now and then.
Now I’m a lot older I still enjoy kinky fun, as you probably gather and while not having quite the same energy levels, I still regularly get the desire to be a trans slut and when I can, enjoy some sexy, dressed-up wanking fun.
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