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1 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 14:27 [no]

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2 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 16:59 [no]

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3 Name: MODD!5JrU4QOlH6 1993-09-4561 17:04 [no]

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4 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 17:05 [no]

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5 Name: MODD!5JrU4QOlH6 1993-09-4561 17:21 [no]

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6 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 18:07 [no]

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7 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 20:22 [no]

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8 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4561 21:08 [no]

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9 Name: MODD!5JrU4QOlH6 1993-09-4561 23:43 [no]

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10 Name: Captain Obvious 1993-09-4562 05:02 [no]

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11 Name: Captain Obvious : 1993-09-4566 12:14

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12 Name: Captain Obvious : 1993-09-4579 00:26

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13 Name: Captain Obvious : 1993-09-4579 00:26

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14 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-4818 07:04

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15 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:37

As my collection of clothes started to grow, I started to hide them in my pillowcase. I had a few favorites that I almost always masturbated in. My favorite of all time was a soft, silky, and stretchy lavender nylon teddy. It had soft elastic on the legs and clung snuggly to my body in just the right way. The crotch cradled my balls like gentle caresses. I'd lie there on top of a pillow and pump my little hips away for hours. The material on my bottom would feel like tender massaging. I can't begin to guess how many times I masturbated in that thing.

My mother had that tight stretchy girdle like teddy that I tried on before. Since I had grown a little since my first explorations, it was too tight to rub against a pillow with so what I would do is turn it inside out so the slick side was on the inside and straddle the pillow and thrust my hips back and forth. The butt of the teddy would drag on the pillow causing the teddy to move against my penis. It looked the same as a woman riding a man and it took a long time to get to climax, but it was worth it. The material of this teddy was thick and the semen didn't soak through so there was a huge mess on the inside when I'd finish.

Another personal favorite was an odd combo. It was a stretchy lace pink teddy that you had to pull over your head and snap at the crotch. Combine this with heavy black lycra capri pants that were turned inside out so the slick side was against my skin and it was an amazing combo. It also added the extra danger of being hard to take off if someone walked in on me. I always came fast when wearing this little number because my skin swimming on the slick lycra.

Finishing off my early favorites was a pair of maroon tights. I've never seen a pair of similar tights since. They were like soft velvet on the outside and felt silky and smooth on the inside.

It took me a few months to realize what I was doing was masturbating. The realization definitely didn't stop me either. I had gone from waiting till nobody was home to doing it before I went to sleep and from there, any time I could sneak it in. I think the fear of getting caught made it that much more intense, so I would often catch myself going at it while my sisters were downstairs watching MTV or in the next room. I certainly wasn't going for speed since it became a game to see how long I can hold out.

One of the few other things I can remember was my mom’s nylon socks. They were just the right size to slip over my penis and testicles and stay put. I’d masturbate as normal but when I came, I’d sit up or roll over and hold my little balls and shaft and watch the thick cum pass through the nylon.

16 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:38

THINGS CONTINUE

I started junior high younger than most at the age of 11. I didn't fit in and it certainly didn't help that I was doing things that in the back of my mind, I knew wasn't the norm. It was a pretty terrifying experience at first since the junior high I attended was much bigger than the high school in my old town. It really didn't help being a year younger than most in my grade. Ok, lets face it, kids from smaller towns are generally a few years behind on the trends than the ones in the cities. Having a poor kids wardrobe that was a few years behind helped make me stand out even more than I felt.

There were a few kids that lived next door to me and one was a young girl that was the same age, but one grade lower than me. She lived in a run down house with her younger brother, mother, and uncle. Like everyone else in my life, they thought I was a little weird at first, but we eventually became close friends. More on this later.

My collection kept growing, as I would keep stashing things in my pillowcase, as I would find stuff I liked.

I experimented a little more as I would wear the clothing in the tub or wear them under my clothes when moving through the house. I found a favorite that was to coat my stomach with hair conditioner under the lavender teddy and then dry off everything except the teddy and sneak upstairs. Once in my room I would lie on my stomach and pump away on a pillow. The conditioner created an amazing smooth feeling that made me cum in no time. Unfortunately, this only lasted a few times before all the skin down around my penis crusted up from the conditioner. That was a very painful lesson.

I really didn't know what sex was or what exactly I was doing. My exposure to sex was the occasional glimpse of Cinemax or Showtime late night movies. What I was learning was how far I could take the things I was doing. Since I had a good idea that what I was doing had to do with sex, my experimentation included some odd things. A few times I created a dummy by stuffing pantyhose with shirts and pillows, then cutting a hole in the crotch. I then the dummy and myself up and then went at it. I can recall a few times fucking that thing all night long, coming up with scenarios in my head. I eventually lost interest in this thing since it didn't move like a real person.

All the time I was doing this, I was fantasizing about the woman in the situations that I would have liked to have seen. I would hold my own butt as I pumped away on a pillow, imagining holding onto a girls butt. I would practice unbuttoning bras or slowly removing clothes in a sensual way from pillows or doing other things.

OPPORTUNITY MISSED

Remember that neighbor I mentioned earlier. One day during the summer going into 8th grade, she decided she "wanted" me. For a few weeks before, she'd managed to arrange certain encounters where something would happen that put us in a sexual situation. One still stands with me that she tied me to a weight bench then touched my penis. When it was my turn I was afraid to touch here, but I did due to a dare. This encounter stands out to one of the reasons I like being the top during bondage play with females.

So, these little encounters happened till she got frustrated. She cornered me in my basement one day and started to try and get my pants off, wanting to go all the way with me. We wrestled and she chased me up to my room and onto my bed, her pants unzipped and belt undone. Once there, I got scared. Hidden in my pillowcase were all the clothes I had gathered. I panicked and ended the situation. I have some regrets in this, but what happens, happens. Part of me wonders what it would have been like to learn about sex at that age. She moved away 1 month later and I never saw her again. Sad thing is, she was my only friend back then for some time.

17 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:38

CLOSE CALLS

I started getting a lot of close calls here and there. My sisters would come in and check on me before they went to sleep or almost caught me rummaging through clothes piles. I found myself diving under my sheets or into my closet on a number of occasions.

Another day that stands out in my memories was one where I was woken up an hour or so before I had to go to school. Since it was a half hour before my normal wake up time, I decided to get a little relief. I chose my lavender teddy and a pair or shiny, slick hose to mess around in. I guess I was messing around too long because my sister came barging into my room. Since I heard her voice and footsteps before my door opened, I was able to get my blanket over me. She stayed in my room till I got dressed and had my shoes on, which I did under my blanket without being seen.

And it's as simple as that. I was forced to go to school with the silky teddy and pantyhose underneath my regular clothes because I was watched all the way to the door of the house. I was so scared because there was nowhere to take the stuff off without being caught. It felt like everyone in the classroom was staring right at me and knew what I was wearing. I was so terrified that someone would see the small straps of the teddy underneath my shirt, that I wore a jacket all day.

Well, being a 12 year-old 8th grader going through puberty, I already got instant hard-ons even thinking about any part of the female body. Add this danger and the clothes and I had a painful erection for the better part of the day. Especially when the teddy started to wedge up the crack of my ass and pull the pantyhose tighter. Every little shift of movement, every little extra sound of the clothes rubbing against mine, and every little breath reminded me of the forbidden garments I was wearing. There was not a single moment in that day that I was not aware of those clothes, clinging to my skin.

Walking through the halls, I could feel the pantyhose constantly brushing against the inside of my jeans and the teddy shifting against my torso. Oh the memories.

When I finally got home, my sisters were already on their way to their jobs. So, I got humpin on my little pillow and blew my mind away. It was such an intense release; it still stands as of my most powerful orgasms to this day.

JUST WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?

Growing up as a young boy, late night cable was the holy grail. Those softcore films were the bread and butter of a growing young horndog. I learned all of the movements women did during sex and imitated them when I could. When nobody was at home on those late nights, I would combine the cable and the clothes.

We had a large plush velvet couch in the living room. While dressed in girls clothing, I would straddle the large arms of the couch and pump away while trying to imitate the women I saw on the tv.

CAUGHT

I had started collecting more and more clothes from various women. Leotards and teddies from my sisters and their friends. Teddies and bathing suits from my step sister when I went to go visit my father. Things from the neighbor’s laundry piles. After a while, the collection was in a box inside of a crawl space that was accessible from my room.

Mother's do what mothers do. Mine just happened to snoop on me and find my collection. When the time came to talk to me about it, I was devastated. We talked about therapy and other things "to help me". I cried as I went off into my own little world during the conversation. I was told to put the stuff back that I found and throw away what didn't come from the house. The next day, I did as she asked after one last hurrah with some of the things. It was sad throwing away all that collected stuff. To this day, I miss some of the garments for sentimental reasons. It's like throwing away your first girlfriend.

18 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:39

MY FIRST UNITARD

I mentioned my stepsister above. She lived with my dad, who decided he wanted to be apart of my life once again in 8th grade. The stepsister was part of her high-school dance squad and had lots of nice stuff. One among them was a nice black ribbed lycra tank style unitard. It felt like nothing I've ever tried before.

One time on a visit, I feigned a headache to avoid going to church with them. While they were gone, I rummaged through her drawers to find it again. I put it on the normal way and found the seam in the wrong place and cause some uncomfortable friction. I took it off and turned it inside out.

As I slid down into it, I was in heaven. As I slid my arms through the holes, and had all of it on, I was so close to cumming. I placed one knee on her bed and the whole garment shifted against my skin, blam! I shot my load inside of the unitard in a completely mind-blowing experience. But, like a dork, I just stashed it back in her drawers.

I eventually stole the unitard for my collection after a few visits. It was the one article of clothing that made me cum in seconds every single time.

COLLECTION PART 2

I started a collection again to satisfy my needs. Since I was growing into a young man, some things that used to fit no longer did. This changed my preferences. Gone were the days of teddies and bathing suits. I relied mostly on pantyhose, tights, and unitards to get my pleasure.

I encountered a lot of workout wear during my snooping sessions. Lots of leotards, workout tights, and lycra pants were among the things I found. Between my one sister in college with lots of female roommates to my stepsister who was on her school’s dance squad, there was a lot to choose from.

19 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:40

CAUGHT AGAIN, HUMILIATION TIME

I had a footlocker that I thought was secure. My mother was more industrious or smarter than I at the time. She got into the locker and found my stash and the whole lecture thing happened again. I remember her exact words, "I thought we already dealt with this problem". It all hurt. What hurt more was the fact that she told my sisters this time around, who in turn told all of their friends.

Not being as smart as I thought, I think my father caught on too. He officially left my life a little after I graduated from high school. I never heard a word from him again, not even a reason for why he never spoke to me. He was a selfish man and another reason for him breaking contact could have been that he didn't want to bother with me since he was no longer paying child support either. All in all, he really never was part of my life even when I was around him.

I realized that I couldn't stop doing what I was doing. After years of masturbating in women's clothes, it became the way I found release. Hell, I didn’t wrap my hand around my own cock till I was at least 16 and that was only as an alternative. As I graduated from high school and moved into the world, my collection was smaller but I still kept it hidden as good as I could. It went from being in the basement above the furnace vents to a chest locked with a real lock and the key hidden away. This one was never discovered.

HOMEMADE GOODNESS

After high school, I was a part of a medieval theatre group. Since I was creative, I was well known for making costumes. I scoured the thrift stores in the area for fabric to use. When brave enough, I would buy a unitard and say it was for a costume. There was a soft pink one that I loved and a shiny blue green one that was super soft that I would wear on occasion.

Since I found so much cheap fabric, I had a lot of lycra based fabrics and other 4 way stretch materials that never got used for anything in the troupe. Using a unitard that I purchased as a pattern, I started making my own unitards. One in particular was soft cotton and very stretchy. I accidentally made it a little too small so when I put it on and zipped it up, it rode up into my ass. Ass I pumped away, the seam rubbed against my rectum and felt really good. This peaked my curiosity as to why it felt so good. Sure, when I masturbated in the clothes before, I would hold my own butt. But this was different.

I'd pull the seam tighter and tighter till I pulled it too tight and did a little bit of friction damage. All of this sparked and idea since I was the kind of person hat kept advancing whatever they could do to stimulate themselves. I made a unitard with a hood that zipped in the back. It was made of the same material used to line swimsuits. I climbed into a hot shower and soaped up the white outfit. I felt all slick like it was a 2nd skin. I always liked the feel of wet pantyhose, so this felt just as good. I rubbed my whole body with the soap until I had the courage to do what this was leading up to.

I pulled one of my arms out of the sleeve so it was inside the unitard and slid it down to my cock. As I stroked myself, I worked myself up into a frenzy and slid my hands down even further to explore my anus for the first time. I continued to stroke myself as I found the entrance of my anus and began to push a finger up. It felt pretty damn good but the soap wasn't a very good lube. I experimented with one finger, feeling around. Then I tried moving a finger in and out and that felt amazing. All this new stimulation was getting me more wound up than normal. I remember finally unable to keep from cumming once I got a 2nd finger inside myself.

20 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:40

PERSPECTIVES

So what is it all about. It started from innocent curiosity when I was a young boy. The feel of the fabric in my hands was the start. The tight, nude feeling of pantyhose hooked me in and gave me my first ejaculation.

I remember looking into mirrors and enjoying the view of the obvious boys body under those female clothing. I clearly remember seeing my penis under the stretchy or sheer fabrics. There were times where I would just sit there, feeling my own body in those clothes. And this was all before I knew what was going on.

The feel of a tight teddy or leotard on my body kept me happy. Combining things kept things interesting as I went through puberty. I learned I really liked to lounge around in workout wear. Leotards, tights, unitards, and legwarmers were among the items I lounged around in. The soft feel and smell of lycra has always been one of my favorites. I love it to this day; it’s just relaxing to me.

I didn’t discover masturbating by hand until I was 16. Even then, it was a rare thing. It was ALL in girls clothing.

It all just felt exciting and comfortable.

THAT FIRST RELATIONSHIP

Being shy, it took me a while to get into a real relationship. But thankfully, every dog has his day. When it did, my activities slowed down for a while since I was getting sex on a regular basis and had something new to keep my curiosities under control. Sad thing is, she was pretty darn short, so her things didn't fit me. Because I believe that I would never need to masturbate again, I threw most of my then collection away.

She was a great sport. She wore the things I wanted to see her in even through she thought many of them were odd. She'd lounge around in unitards and other articles of velvet or lycra. She fucked the hell out of me every night and morning. All the years of delayed orgasms, while masturbating, payed off. I found I could easily last 3 to 4 hours of athletic rigorous sex. In all this sex, I learned something about myself. All the years of masturbating, wearing things that I believed I shouldn't, made me feel a small amount of disgust and guilt after I achieved my climax. Because of this, it had an effect on how I felt after sex and not wanting to try for a 2nd time around. Sad really, it's something I wish to get past someday.

Eventually, I went back to old habits on rare occasions to get some of that pent up relief and frustration that relationships bring. I found it hard to build my collection with no privacy. I found myself masturbating in addition to getting lots of sex.

Whenever she was gone for any amount of time, I went back to my old fashioned relief. One night, after a fight, she told me no sex for a while till she felt comfortable with things again. In reality, we couldn't keep our hands off each other and neither of us understood the concept of “make-up” sex then. Since regular intercourse was out of the question, she suggested we try something "new". I fucked her up the ass with three fingers in her pussy.

She could barely walk the next day. Though she never admitted it then, she enjoyed having her ass played with alot. This just peaked my curiosity even more about my own ass. Every once in a while, she'd let me play with her ass. I'd borrow toys from our housemates and toy with her. A few time, I got the courage to try myself. I found that I really enjoyed it. There really wasn't much to try; A small, finger width plug that was ribbed along its length. It was interesting, but as I found later, it wasn't enough.

21 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:40

ALONE FOR A WHILE

My relationship took a strange turn and I found my self on my own while my girlfriend went off to school in another state. I had a good job that kept me out of the crappy world of food service, so I was going to stick around for a while and get the experience for my resume. On my own, with money, and the internet...a very dangerous combo. It was also at this time that I purchased my first video camera.

I started purchasing what I could. New unitards, vibrators, vibrating eggs, beads, and finally my first bodystocking. I was so excited to get the bodystocking. It was something that I had dreamed of since a young boy. Being encased in a garment of nylon was what really started my whole journey into women's clothing. When it came in the mail, I was could hardly wait to try it on. Since I wanted to up the stimulation that I would experience, I shaved my entire body.

The bodystocking was exquisite feeling against my skin. I tried all the new toys and stimulated myself in ways my body hadn't experienced yet. Most importantly, I recorded it and watched it on a monitor as I was doing it. I zoomed in and watched the beads go into and plop out of my ass one by one and I loved the new sensations I was experiencing. When I couldn't take anymore, I slid a vibrator up my ass and came for the first time with something long and hard in my ass. I could feel my rectum squeezing the vibrator and I experienced my climax.

The next few days were hell. I learned about razor burn and ingrown hairs when shaving ones body hair. OUCH! I didn't do anal play very often. I found it messy since I didn't know how to clean myself out or prepare beforehand.

22 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:42

BIRTH OF THE DILDO BOY

After my girlfriend cheated on me (again), I moved out of my home state to be with her and try and salvage things. The relationship was shaky and awkward for a while. It took me 2 months to get a job and finances were tight at first. During those 2 months, I had a lot of time to myself while she was at classes. A little bit of depression, a lot of time, and a lot of sexual frustration drives a person to do odd things.

I started messing around with the vibrator since it was easy to keep lubed and clean up after I was done. I wanted something more than what I was doing. I ended up tying the vibrator to a small pillow and had my first attempt at ridding something. It felt good but I could never find the right angles. I videotaped my attempts and got off on watching myself.

Once I could take no more stimulation, I sat deep on the vibrator and almost forgot I was sitting on some nice sheets. I struggled hard to keep from shooting my load all over the sheets to where I'd get caught. What a wonderful sensation it was, but it still wasn't enough for me.

A few weeks later, 70 dollars was "lost" from our account and I went to a sex toy shop and bough a vac-u-loc ball and an 8 inch rubber dildo to attach to it. I really wanted to try and experience riding something. Let me tell you how hard that was to do as I was very embarrassed to purchase it. You know that they know, when you buy something from a place like that.

I had it hidden for some time till I finally got the courage to try it out. The dildo I chose was a bit large and vaney. Had I chosen a better lubricant than lotion, it may have been better. It took me a good 20 minutes to finally get the head in. It hurt for a while as I sat there and tried to get used to it. Since I was taping it and watching it on a monitor, I was amazed at the size of the thing crammed up my ass. When I finally felt ready, I slid it in further, feeling my ass stretched like it never had before and feeling myself being filled up for the first time. I'd shift around and slide my ass up and down the shaft, learning what the sensation felt like. I messed around, trying different positions and trying to find the right angles. I tried squatting over the ball and had my hands free. I started to stroke myself as I bounced on the ball.

Wow, the dildo pumping in my ass was amazing as I stroked faster and faster. As I came, I could feel my ass clench down as I buried the thing as deep as I could get it. What would normally make me shoot my load 4 feet (normally, I'm quite the squirter) only gave me small jets since my ass was clamped down so much on the rubber dildo. Exhausted and in a little bit of pain, I was satisfied.

It took me about 10 minutes to finally get the thing out of my butt since I was so tender and sore. I played back the tape and was amazed that the person I was watching was myself. That was me, riding that ball. I tried the ball a few more times and yet never could really get used to the large dildo I had chosen. I found some extra cash and got a less textured one, but it had a much bigger base, so it was more uncomfortable if I slid down too far on it. I tried wearing a bodystocking while I did this and just felt plain naughty while doing it. It truly felt more taboo than anything else I'd tried up to that point.

My relationship wasn't meant to last. My shy and submissive personality didn't mesh with what she then wanted in life and I was on my own. After years in the emotionally exhausting relationship, it ended in one quick evening.

23 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:42

Depression is a hard thing to deal with. I found myself doing more extreme things all around in that state of mind. I found myself coming up with scenarios and fantasies of humiliation and domination while I masturbated. For the first time in my life, my fantasies weren't of me being the girl I wanted to be with, they became me being the girl or the transvestite/cross dresser being man handled. I would sit around my room for hours just dressed in pantyhose or a bodystocking and surf the internet. It was harder and harder to look myself in the face in mirrors.

With a little cash and the internet, I bought more clothes and toys to try out. Since I was also living with my sister at the time, and she had gained a little bit of weight and her stuff fit me better than it used to, she was a great source for what ever else I stumbled onto around the house. I would tape myself and find myself watching the vids over and over again, learning what things I did excited me. I couldn't stop watching the tapes that I was making. It was, and still is odd to me; that I can't help but to watch myself.

Somewhere at this point in my life, I almost did something I never dreamed of. Sitting around my house, I was bored, horny, and depressed. I went to my stash and put on a white garter belt, white stockings, my long sleeved fishnet bodystocking, my pleather pants, a loose fitting silk shirt and my combat boots. I then stuffed my camera into my bag along with some condoms, lube, and a few of my toys, and was ready to walk out the door to go to a club where I knew the right type of people were that would maybe, possibly, help me see if fantasies are just that. I sat in my living room for an hour, trying to work up the courage but eventually chickened out.

My fantasies became more extreme. As I lay awake at night to masturbate, I was that young 12 year old boy that I from my past, caught wearing those naughty clothes by someone, and fucked and sucked all night long until he was done. The other one was myself getting a tip to show up at someone's house with my camera while wearing some of my favorite things, and 3 guys would take turns chain fucking me while being recorded. Women weren't out of my fantasies, as again, I found myself that teenage boy experimenting and being caught by a woman that would take me to her room and toy with me in all different ways till the sun came up. This person that I was, which never had a face in any of the fantasies, I dubbed the persona Dildo Boy in my mind out of slight disgust and humiliation I felt then. Such vivid imagination was only left to something as mundane as masturbation.

As I toyed around for a while, my real life began to get back in order. I was no longer depressed or doing stupid things. My sessions became more organized and I started taking things further each time. As I started to record more sessions and then copy them to my computer (so I didn't have to buy more tapes), I started to get worried about someone stumbling onto the CD's that I had stored them on. So, in my logic, I started to cover up my face. First with a medical mask, then hosiery, and finally a mask made from lycra. It made me feel more comfortable with what I was doing. Using an idea from something I found on the internet called Zentai and after a little sewing, the lycra mask had something that looked like hair.

24 Name: ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二二二⊃ : 1993-09-5085 18:42

My sessions began evolving. I learned how to clean myself out before I got started to avoid the messy factor. I went from wearing shirts over bodystockings to wearing a stuffed bra to have breasts. I began to instinctively move in more sensual manner because it's what I wanted to see. I tried different, larger toys to get more of that stretched and stuffed feeling. I tried to fist myself a few times but was never successful in getting it in. I tried a fisting toy, but it was even larger than my own hand. I went back to an old favorite, a red vibrator with a ribbed sleeve. It never failed to get me off. I tried an Aneros prostate massager, yet never could attain that dry orgasm it claimed to produce. I was ending my sessions covered in sweat. Sometime or another, I tried to taste my own semen (which I didn’t like) and found that I quite enjoy my own pre-cum. I started leaning up against the wall so I could cum in my own face as I pumped myself with a dildo. When the vaculoc ball broke, I started to find other ways to ride a dildo. It is a good thing because it never felt natural and encouraged me to find something easier and more natural to try and ride.

Out of the blue, one day, I added some of the files to my shared directory in KaZaa. I was a little scared when people started to download them. When I added descriptions, I was amazed at the sheer numbers that actually were downloading this stuff. I had no idea there were this many people out there that were possibly enjoying what I was doing. It excited me and made me eager to make more shareable sessions.

The adventures still continue. I keep doing more and more to keep stimulating myself both mentally and physically and keep getting more and more extreme. I don't know how far I'll take things but I know I'll never stop (I couldn't before). I seem to be searching for that perfect toy to stuff up my ass that will allow my to stimulate for great periods of time (if possible); Something to ride for long sessions and feel nothing but bliss. I wonder how long till I attempt a full transformation. I ponder how long it will take till I wearing things like teddies, bustier, and garter belts under my everyday clothing. How long till I replace the foam breasts to something that jiggles or moves like real breasts? Then again, will I just get bored of it all and finally stop?

Looking back at my youth and all the experiences I had, I have one real regret. I’m sorry I stole things from other people. It bugs me a little bit when I think about it. I wish there was a way to atone without revealing things about me.

That's how I got to where I am. In a moment of self humiliation and exhibitionism, something was created.

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