How in my younger teen years, I so adored the times that mother would be away on business, for up to
How in my younger teen years, I so adored the times that mother would be away on business, for up to a week at a time, where I had the house to myself. Taking up mother’s bedroom and wearing her wardrobe, I would be the “lady of the house”With the body of a scrawny teen boy, I would come to be used to the occasional visiting electrician or plumber, not taking me for anything other than a glamorous young lady. Their glances at me, when they thought I wasn’t looking, at first unsettled and confused me, but would lead to my first erotic experiences at night, featuring men, and the things men would want to do to me. What would have horrified me in my normal life as a boy, it was different when I was the lady of the house. When I was her, all worries of whether I was into girls, were forgotten. Girls didn’t exist for her. There was only one thing in the world she liked more than men, it was having sex with men. When an electrician or plumber was due, she would dress in her sexiest lingerie and nightdress, prowling back and forth in anticipation, like a sexually frustrated housewife, only to tremble in the presence sexy men, loosing her nerve. Later, long into the night, to be riding away all that pent up sexual lust on mother’s dildos, screaming in ecstasy. -- source link