People Watching!

Recently got home from a week at Myrtle Beach. I hung out on the beach for at least several hours every day. Not for the tanning; I was under the umbrella. It was the surf, relaxation and people watching. I love people watching and on the beach they come in every shape and size. Literally. All those women were enough to put my Walter Mitty brain into complete over load. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be a bikini clad female body and in my mind each one was a dominant shemale looking for a guy to enjoy.

The lovely young lass above was set up on the beach just feet away from my position. All I could think about was what it would be like if she was sporting some wood and I could go over and straddle her for a little fun in the sun. And where she was one, there were another fifty, or maybe a hundred, I was too busy fantasizing to waste time counting. There were a bus load of women sitting in beach chairs, legs spread just enough for me to imagine giving them a sloppy blowjob as they enjoyed their book or magazine. Every cute female was fodder for my imagination. I was seeing this:

And dreaming this: (Bless whoever shopped this pic)

Then it dawned on me; with all of the beautiful women surrounding me I wasn’t thinking about regular old sex with any of them. Not one. There was a time when I would have at least been equal opportunity in the sex realm, but now it seems like I’m more in the world of give me girl cock or I’ll pass, thank you very much.

I was boogie boarding near a teenage girl and two boys horsing around in the surf. One of the boys kept picking the girl up and she would grumble at him and squirm a little. At one point I heard her say, “Don’t! If you keep it up you’re going….” and of course my brain supplied, “…make me hard!” From there I spent the next ten minutes putting together a whole scenario. (Sorry, but the beer washed it out of my head before I could write it down.)

I guess this post is more of a self-realization that I have OSD. Obsessive Shemale Disorder. I wonder if it’s terminal?

 

 

 

White Christmas Moment

 

I'm sure it will only hurt a little at first...
I’m sure it will only hurt a little at first…

I watched the 1954 movie White Christmas on Christmas Eve. Now this is not the first time I’ve ever watched it, but it was the first time I tuned out the dialog and just watched the body language in the engagement scene. Suddenly I see it in an all new Dominant T-Girl light. In the movie these two are clumsily trying to entangle Bob and Betty, the other two characters played by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. Bing and Rosemary have just had a fight in the previous scene which leads to this one.

Search YouTube ‘White Christmas Engagement’ to watch the scene. Watch with the sound on first to get a feel for it, then I recommend watching with the sound muted. Above is a still from near the end of the scene for reference. But take a moment to really look at the still. Vera has a hand midway up Danny’s thigh, she’s leaning in, her eyes heavy lidded with a hopeful smile. Vera is obviously taking charge here and if you have my mind she’s trying to talk him into giving up the goods.

Now let’s add some of our own dialog to the scene which won’t match their lips moving, but what do you expect from a low budget operation like mine?

Danny: How do you figure that?

Vera: I’m not sure but daylight is starting to glimmer. Last night she couldn’t sleep, today she won’t eat. She’s in lust.

Well if that’s lust somebody goofed.

Oh, it’s lust alright. I’m sure she wants to stick her dick in him, but she putting up barriers.

But why?

She’s the mother hen and I’m the little chick. She won’t take a guy until I’m already balls deep in one. Married or engaged or something.

Well I guess that’s the end of that.

Unless I find a guy who will let me fuck him and get engaged to him real fast.

Even if it wasn’t a crazy idea where are you going to find a guy up here in the wilderness? There’s nobody around.

I don’t know…

There’s no one around here. Be realistic, who are you going to find up here to stick your dick in?

Well, I suppose it ought to be someone that I know.

That always helps.

And it ought to be a man…

That’s an absolute must.

It should be a mature man, with a nice tight ass that’s also deep…

Mature, tight, deep…

Witty, charming, deep throats with ease and swallows…

Witty, charming, deep throat, oh sure. Where’re you going to find such a super man?

Don’t be so modest.

Honey, fellas like that don’t….me?

Well you’re not exactly superman, but you’re awfully available.

Now Judy don’t get any ideas. I’m not ready for that yet! I’m not the ass fucking kind!

Oh, now once I’m slipping into you I’m sure I can change your mind.

I’m not the slipping into kind!

Well what kind are you?

I’m the I don’t mind getting my best friend fucked in the ass, but I’m terrified to do it myself kind.

How terrible could it be for a few days? My big girl cock sliding in and out of your tight butt. You sucking me back stage and us getting caught to sell it to everyone. You do like me don’t you?

Uh…ssure I do.

I mean I’m not exactly repulsive.

Course not.

And you do find me to be sexy, horny the kind of girl that could fuck you into the bed…

I do, but I feel the same way about my aunt Matilda!

Oh. Well, let’s just skip it. I was only thinking of Betty getting to fuck Bob.

Betty fucking Bob. Yea. Look, it would only be temporary?

Well of course. You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who goes around using her sister as an excuse to fuck guys in the ass do you?!

Of course not. Nobody thinks that. Now let me figure this out. You’d only be fucking my ass for two or three weeks at the worst…at the most I mean.

Well of course.

And we wouldn’t have to announce our…um…engagement until absolutely necessary.

Absolutely necessary.

Well ok. It’s a deal.

But don’t you think I should get started right now. I mean I am all hard and ready.

Nnnnot until absolutely necessary.

Oh, I think it’s absolutely necessary.

 

I hope you have fun with this little scene high – jacking. I know I did.

T-girl in my doorway

Not the 'T-girl' in my doorway, but a fun substitute!
Not the ‘T-girl’ in my doorway, but a fun substitute!

My Walter Mitty T-girl moments come over me in different ways. Sometimes I’m looking at the woman in the crowd and rolling a ‘what if’ scenario through my head. ‘What if’ she had a penis? How would she act? How would she look while having an orgasm?  What would it be like to have her want me? Then I have the kind of moment that hit yesterday.

I was on the phone in my office with the door open as usual when the new girl from another division stepped into the doorway. She needed me to sign off on some paperwork that my boss usually takes care of, but with my boss out it fell to me. She was wearing a brightly colored floral print dress that stopped several inches from her knees and flats. Regular business stuff, nothing sexy. When I made eye contact with her she gave me the biggest smile and showed me the paperwork. That smile lit up my office and her face.

She is a pretty girl, short with brown hair and brown eyes and the smooth white skin of youth. On a normal day she barely speaks to me so that smile carried with it a friendly intimacy that I’d not know with her before. Suddenly I had a lighting bolt image of her laying the papers on my desk and closing the door. This ‘T-girl’ hiked her skirt where I saw plain white panties pushed down and her cock pulled out. My new ‘T-girl’ unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down out of the way all while I’m still on the phone. She pushed my legs up to my chest and leaned up over me and forced my chair to recline. She buried her cock in me and proceeded to have me.

That vision was intense and real enough to make me blush a little as she looked at me and as quickly as it hit it was gone. I signed the papers while I was still on the phone and never even talked with her, but that vision is burned into my mind.

 

 

The Mighty T-Girl Bulge

I love a nice T-Girl bulge. Small ones, big ones, doesn’t matter much to me. It’s more of the context of the situation. I think an actual T-Girl bulge is rare for the obvious reason, she’s trying to look like a girl. And I can fully understand that and support it. However, for the purposes of my fantasies at least, I think there are situations where a T-Girl bulge is hugely erotic.

Honey, let's go dancing!
Honey, let’s go out dancing tonight!

I believe that it shows potential to the world for where an evening could go and if she shoots you the right look it could also show some delicious  intent. Now living in the sleepy Midwest I have yet to see a T-girl bulge out anywhere. Pretty sure that it’s never going to happen here, L.A. maybe, Midwest, nope, but this pictures work for me.

I love the images like this first one. She is dressed for the public and in my mind she wants to let the world know what the lucky guy she’s with is going to get tonight. Her T-girl bulge!

These next pictures could be photo shopped/faked but since I’m in the

I just love being near the ocean with you!
I just get so excited being near the ocean with you!

business of selling fantasies so who am I to judge? Besides, they are both believable and great shots.  Can you imagine strolling along the bay with this lovely woman? She is holding your hand and sneaking you kisses as you stroll along the waterfront.  The other couples passing you see her bulge and smile knowingly. She whispers all warm and breathy in your ear, “I love how it turns you on for me to show my bulge in public.”

 

 

Uh...something's come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!
Uh…something’s come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!

This woman is sporting a little something extra in her shorts. You two are visiting with the neighbors when the way you lick your lips has an interesting effect on your girlfriend’s T-girl bulge. Her sudden desire to enjoy your talented mouth causes her to announce to the table. “Come on Honey. We need to go home. I have something I need you to do for me.” When she stands up her need is obvious to everyone at the table as she takes your hand and pulls you home.

These are just my idle T-girl bulge fantasies. I’m sure you have some of your own. If you want you can share yours in a comment if you like.

Shemales in Paradise

I’ve been in sunny San Diego, California for about six days now and I’ve seen more beautiful women walking, running, biking and roller blading than anywhere else I’ve ever been. It is no wonder that this climate and proximity to the ocean draws money and beauty, but of course, I’m looking at all these beauties and wondering, ‘could any of these women be shemales in paradise?’

If they are I have no clue. I’ve looked for bulges in spandex (ok, so that would be very unlikely, but a guy can dream!) and other signs to no avail. The Shemales in paradise seem to do an excellent job of flying below the radar. I saw one tall blonde leaving the hotel, easily over six feet in her heals, a magnificent emerald green dress that accentuated every curve and as much as I wanted her to be a shemale in paradise I’m pretty sure she wasn’t. In my mind however…

Now in six days time, with constant companions, there is no way I’m going to have the opportunity to go out and meet one of these shemales in paradise. But I did find a few moments to look on the internet for some working tgirls in the area. Take this one for instance.

san diego

She is advertising on Backpage this morning and emphatically says ‘I don’t bottom.’ Just my type of girl. 😉 I wish I could meet up with her and create a real story to tell you all. I’m not sure that will ever happen, but here around these shemales in paradise it sure makes me want to try it more than ever. I’ll never be that guy that can tell you all where to find a Tgirl or give any reviews, but if I was free to do so I would certainly spend some time looking here in California.