Tucked or Untucked?

Where's Waldo?

Where’s Waldo?

Bathing suit season — “Oh, no, I can’t be seen in THAT!” — is just cause for anxiety among even the sexiest, in-shape girls.  For Tgirls, it is especially fraught!

Unless you’re a porn star whose billing as a sexually insatiable shemale requires your male clitty and pre-orchiectomy balls to be omnipresent, hiding/concealing is Job One.  So it is that elaborate techniques of “tucking” — almost like an art form — are themselves closely guarded secrets.

But, really, it’s not all that hard.  It’s hard only when you get hard! — then the cock’s out of the bag, as it were.

So, for me at least, a snug hipster bikini bottom works like magic for sunbathing or wading in the water.

But serious swimming — which I also like to do — is another matter!  Vigorous flutter, scissors or frog kicks can spell real pain and worse — your becoming untucked, for all the world to see.  How mortifying!

Much better to look so, oh so, out of place in an old-fashioned, matronly swimdress!  Or is that just as mortifying?!?

Proposed Sex-Change: What Do YOU Think?

Would a bottom with different genitals smell as sweet?

Like Shakespeare’s legendary rose, would a bottom with different petals smell as sweet?

All my life — or at least since my earliest memories as a little boy who wanted to be a little girl — I’ve just assumed that, when the appropriate time came, I would have sex reassignment surgery (SRS).

But who is smart enough to say what the “appropriate time” is exactly?

1.  Is it now, just because I have a “sugar daddy” who will pay for the operation?

2.  Or is it never?  Because, quite simply, I’m having too much fun as a so-called shemale!

3.  Or (final choice): Like the American Congress, I can just “kick the can down the road” and leave the hard decisions for some other time?

What do you think?  Since I seem incapable of deciding myself, I might as well just throw my fate into the hands of my friends and fans.  Kind of like a gangbang….

So please take your pleasure with me and cast a vote….

I will be forever grateful… as well as, I sincerely hope, forever fuckable!

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Everyday D/s

Honesty sometimes feels like manipulation

Blood, life, sex

~ Featured Posts (Molly’s Picks) ~

Grief and Sex

Bringing Others into a Dom/Sub Relationship

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Adventures In… Lube-land
ORAL SEX, AS STANDARD AS THE WHEELS ON A CAR 
PolyAnna’s Musings: Radar Love
A productive morning
Livia Has a Crush
Terms of Fatness

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Thoughts: Feminism, Sexism and Submission

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Deep subspace – sexy or scary?
Django Unchained: the suffering black female 
What the hell is ‘NORMAL’ sex anyway?
Before
All About the Collar
Dirty Little Secret
Honesty

Erotic Fiction

Master’s Valentine’s ToDo List
The Passion of First Encounters.
Ma’am’s Turn (First Meeting Part 3)
Nipple torture and girl love
The Boundary
I’m in the Mood
Skin
Memories
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Two
Want
A Quick Preview

Erotic Non Fiction

Lindsey’s Orgasm
Blog Jammin’
Postponing the Inevitable
Watching Has its Own Rewards
A Farewell Torment
Writhe
I want to lick your pussy
Cap D’Agde 2012 Foam Party
Dirty Hot
Eighty-Five Minutes
Saying Goodnight
Hundreds of orgasms
our open marriage- mina’s date
1+1+1= My first threesome
Writing Sex Scenes
Beginnings and Endings
Glass Bottle
One Cole the Dane + One WeVibe Salsa = Orgasm

Blogging

Epiphora’s beginner’s guide to sex toy review
Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Eroticon

Erotic Eroticon
Finessing Sex- A Snippet Of Fiction
Eroticon Highlights
Bite Me

Poetry

In the Back Seat of the Bus
Transmogrification
Gelüste
Oiled Seduction

10 Stupid John Tricks: A Pro’s Pet Peeves

sex worker1.  Like Congressman Weiner (still can’t believe his name!), sexting a picture of your penis…. As if girls care what it looks like! (“Feels like” is another matter.)

2. On the subject of Congress…. Lecturing me about how clever and sexy the House Republicans are.

3. Running my Wolford’s hosiery.

4. Wanting to wear my panties.

5.  Taking my panties with you as a souvenir.

6.  Screaming out your dog’s name when you cum (and we’re not even doing it doggie style).

7.  Telling me to play with a second-hand sextoy that you brought along.

8.  Taking the entire one-and-one-half-hour appointment to cum.

9. Complaining you’ll go limp if you have to wear a condom.

10. Texting your wife while I’m giving you the best head you’ve ever had.

Mermaid, Me!

Mermaid Style Wedding Dresses

Mermaid Style Wedding Dresses

Every girl fantasizes about her wedding. Especially her wedding dress.  The groom — no matter whom she is actually marrying — is immaterial, at best a handsome prop.  So no wonder that one of the most popular style of wedding dress evokes the fantasy creature of the Mermaid!

And so no wonder, too, that every little boy who would rather be a girl always fantasizes about being a mermaid….

Most certainly, I did.  While dreaming of wedding dresses would have been discouraged, to make-believe I was a mermaid simply showed an active and admirable imagination.

I even made several mermaid costumes.  Long before I ever became fluent in the word “sexy,” that’s the way I felt with the tight fabric wrapped snug around my legs and butt.  That I was so constricted I couldn’t move except to wiggle made the sensations even…yes…sexier!

No longer earthbound, my mind was propelled by my newly created, undulating tail through an endless, sensuous sea.

Psychologists would opine, of course, that transsexuals naturally identify with mermaids because the absence of legs means there can be no genitals between them.

But the poetic interpretation I find preferable and more powerful: Like mermaids, we “shemales” are amazingly fantastic mythological creatures.