iwanttobeagirlsobadly:I met him last year. It was fun meeting people here but something about her

iwanttobeagirlsobadly: I met him last year. It was fun meeting people here but something about her resonated with me more than with most of the other people I talked to. He was already married at the time, closeted. Told me about how he had to hide it, how this was a safe place for him. I told him that I understood, and that I found it very sexy. I suspect that’s the first time I made him blush. For a long time we talked about how we loved men, and how we loved how they made us feel. How we loved to be submissive, to be very girly, to please, to worship men. It was like that for many months. I guess we both tried to tell each other how we actually felt for, well, for each other for a long time but didn’t know how. Maybe we felt like we would push each other away if one of us hinted at the fact that, although we love men, we really love each other. Even after he found a new religious path and was struggling with transformation, nothing changed between us. A few weeks into her new path in life I could tell that she really did want to become a woman more than anything. I fell even more in love with her. After she confessed that she didn’t want to be part of something she used to believe in, I told her that I understood, and that I was happy that she was telling me this because… well, because I didn’t want to see her go again. I told her I wanted to marry her. And now we sit together, wearing our bridal dresses, holding hands and itching to be alone so that we can make love over and over and over until both of us are out of cum. Seeing her sign the divorce papers while her wife gave me a dirty look before our wedding was the cherry on the cake. Oh, how glorious to see her then turn around and run to my arms. Free at last, to be together always. I love you, Ameera. I love you, Ashley! <3 I’m going to cry! -- source link
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