Author: degene82

[MF] I miss craigslist

The site was such a goldmine. The anonymity created an environment where people would just state their very desires without fear of reprisal. Some of the best sex I’ve had was with the random people I would meet on there.

This particular story is about Vanessa. She was about 12-15 years older than me, had kids, over 6 feet tall, and had an amazonian body. Her typical guy was black and hung. I had reservations. My experience is women like her would do that because they were size queens or only felt they could appreciate her body. If it was the latter, I knew I could win her over. But I was new to town. My new found friends didn’t now anything about my devious and sexual nature. I meant to keep it that way which is what Craigslist provided for me. That and ease. Read more »

A night out at a TS/CD bar [MT]

Note: It’s very likely I will unintentionally misuse current gender roles/labels. Ignore it, even if it really kills you. Unless I misuse the oxford comma. Then have at me.

Years ago I used to enjoy going to bars where TS women would host get-togethers and a good time. Sometimes it would be a front for escorts, sometimes just people with like-minded interests getting together for a potential good time. Even though the majority of people I’ve slept with are women, If I had to put a label to myself, I would say I’m more bi than anything. When I would go to these parties I was usually drinking. Not because I was ashamed about what I enjoy, but because I was nervous to be around the people at the party. I didn’t know what to say or do or how to act. The only thing I knew was that gay men and TS women loved me. Just loved me. They liked to flirt with me, rub my hair, touch my lips, and sometimes grab my ass. I’ve always loved attention. I knew I was good looking and that was part of it, but there was a certain appeal and attraction to these people who were so outward and direct with me. It was a drug for me. I knew when I would go to these places that I would be touched and flirted with. Maybe they sensed my nervousness and my uncharacteristic shyness. Maybe they just truly loved my lips and imagined them wrapped around their cocks. I don’t know. It just worked. Read more »