Discussion in 'Methods, Techniques and Advice' started by alexandermarwoodcross, Aug 3, 2013.
hahaha - THAT's a brilliant example of appropriate humor, mon ami
It does shed light. Traveled and lived in southeast Asia a lot in early 80s. The transgender are more socially acceptable besides being gorgeous. We would tell the new guys, "If the woman wanting you is is too good to be true, she is not a woman".
I was there then, with the Navy, but kept it in my pants back then, Faithful to My Wife.
What I now wouldn't give to look like some Asian Ladybois that I have seen, not to mention have their youth. But I have Lived a Heck of a Life of my own.
Yes, they are gorgeous - some of them both inside and outside - and I feel blessed with my decade-long rather deep involvement in the Asian transsexual reality. However, it did reach a level, where I stopped and started thinking about what I was doing. Because I have used many and given them hope for a relationship - and they are enormously fragile in this regard as it still is a taboo even here in Southeast Asia. They have a hard life, and I used my charm to seduce them - until I finally realized that I was fooling them - and myself too. That sobered me up - but it took ten years.
I've been one of the most devious (and successful) ladyboy-hunters in the region - and that doesn't make me proud at all. I've hurt people - that dawned on me and I've changed my ways.
Transsexuality is something I have a lot of hands-on experience with, so to speak. I doubt that you are transsexual, Pathedick, but of course, you may be. I would immediately guess that you're a level 1 on the notorious Harry Benjamin scale. Harry Benjamin is an American psychologist who did gender-identity research primarily focused on MTF-transsexual people, and I believe it holds water. It has with some validity been criticized for including sexual orientation, but I consider that a minor issue. In general the scale is fairly spot-on and in line with my own empirical reasoning even before I new about his research.
I'll be happy to elaborate on transsexuality, but I still feel it may be a bit off-focus at this cuckolding forum, or...?
What do you think, gentlemen?
The main reason I get on any site socially is to learn more. I gain more knowledge from my life experiences and those of others than I ever have formally.
Although I have no sexual intetest in trans-, I always enjoyed being around them. Their openness to their sexuality is why I am comfortable around them.
I would love to hear it. If you start a thread, let me know.
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(I having recently discovered his own Long trapped Lady-boi inside me. Though at my age Sissy Gurl fits better). this part...........
Well, in MY mind, Ladybois are DECADES Younger than I. But at My age I don't think I Qualify for Lady-boi. But "I" FEEL and Consider Myself a Sissy Gurl.
For sure, I'll start a thread on trangenderism. To many it sounds complex and strange, but once immersed in the trans-reality (in my case in Southeast Asia) everything becomes totally clear and uncomplicated. This will not be related to cuckolding, but I guess it's ok to go a bit off-topic, so to speak - especially because a substantial number of cuckolds seems to combine it with "being sissy" and cross-dressing.
My current relationship is with an ultra feminine young Asian gay man - while not actually a ladyboy he is none the less exploring his feminine side substantially.
More to come - and thank you for asking. This is a topic that is very dear to my heart. Most of my lovers during the last decade were m2f-transsexual women, and they blew up my sexuality into a new and adventurous direction.
My only experience of transgenderism was when I was 22. It was with a slim, moderately petite and very beautiful mixed-race girl of 20, of about 5'5" (to my 6'3") in height with a lovely oval face framed by long straight glossy black hair. She moved very gracefully and lavished me with more visual attention than any other woman ever had.
She had sighted me in the main-street street in my university city and had, unbeknown to me, been shadowing me for several days. Eventually she demurely introduced herself and coming straight to the point told me she thought me very handsome and sexy and that I had a beautiful bum and body and that she wanted to go to bed with me.
Still believing her to be a woman, I went with her to a nearby motel and took a classy room with a double bed, fully intending to fuck her. She opened a bottle of sparkling wine she had brought with her and poured us both a glass. She then went to the bathroom to shower while I stripped off and lay back on the California king-size double bed.
When she emerged from the bathroom she was wrapped in a huge white bath towel which she didn't shed until she was about to join me on the bed. Seeing her naked for the first time took my breath away. Call me naive, but I had had no warning at all about what I was about to behold: It was a breastless and beautifully-proportioned young man with a superbly sculpted and supple musculature, including wonderfully defined pecs and strongly athletic legs and a bubble-butt to die for. His waist and hips were almost boyishly slender. His cock was medium-length and uncut and sprang from a bush of curly black pubic hair from which a deliciously lickable narrow treasure-trail ascended to his navel. His abs were flat but washboard with a vengeance. There was a spread of clipped black hair across his manly upper chest and fine whorls of youngman hair circling his slanting oval large nipples. All-in-all he was the total fulfilment of every wet dream I had ever had--and their had been plenty--about beautiful young men over whom I had spent countless hours and days and week of my adolescence and late teens agonisingly fantasising and masturbating over. And he knew it.
My young seducer had read me perfectly. As he stood very knowingly smiling at me beside the bed he could see how breathtaken I was by his beauty and he lovingly caressed my erection that had almost instantly sprung up at the sight of him naked. I reached out for him and hungrily locking lips with him drew him to me and laid him on his back on the bed, kissing and caressing his beautiful face and neck and torso and thighs. Then gently murmuring "Fuck me" he turned onto his front and flexing his lovely waist cocked his muscular bubble-butt back into my lap, parted his thighs and began rhythmically lifting his pelvis off the bed, all the time very seductively looking back at me over his right shoulder.
I lubed him up and penetrated him bare-cocked very slowly with him moaning continuously and urging me to thrust more and more deeply. My cock is pretty girthy and his butt-hole was far from easy for it to enter, in fact it felt totally virginal. It was only after I had very slowly and fully penetrated him that he told me that he had not been fucked for 4 years, for the reason that he had been very traumatically dumped by a bisexual male high-school best buddy of his own age, sixteen, who had suddenly gone exclusively heterosexual with his girlfriend of 15 and within two years had married her.
I and my girl-turned-boy spent two days and nights together, mostly on the bed with me loving him to pieces and fucking him missionary upwards of 20 times.
What fascinated me most of all was that for the entire time of our sadly brief encounter my young lover affected a perfectly beautiful femininity towards me, gentle and yielding, loving me and my body as passionately as I loved his. He had swept me utterly off my feet and to this day I have had no urge or need to seek such an experience with a transgender male again. He had fulfilled every latent lusting in me for such beautifully feminine young men, and he had achieved that in less than 48 hours.
By the time we had to part he had fallen in love with me and I with him. But, probably for the best, we never met or contacted each other again.
Ohh. Ok. Thank you
Ok. Insightful answer. Thank you
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