12.22.2012
Fairy For Life
When I knocked on the motel room door, all fagged out in a pencil skirt and satin blouse, bra and panties, garter belt and stockings, wig and stilettos, I knew I was a transvestite. When the middle-aged guy from craigslist looked me up and down and smiled, I knew I was a sissy. When we started kissing on the bed and he slid his hand up my skirt, I knew I was a pansy. When he unbuckled his belt and started pushing me down to his groin, I knew I was a fairy. When he said "Suck it good" and I put his dick in my mouth, I knew I was a cocksucker. When he pushed down the back of my head over and over and said "You like that, don't you?", I knew I was a faggot. When he started to cum in my mouth and then pulled his dick out and spunked the rest in my face, I knew I was the most pathetic sissy transvestite cocksucking fairy in the world, and always would be.
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