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?

 

 

 

Feeling stressed?

I saw this gif online somewhere and had to share it here. I have no idea who this is, but I love her smile and the way she bites her bottom lip as she gives that hard cock of hers a little twang. Suddenly this caption popped into my head:

Feeling stressed? I’ve got something to take your mind off of it!

Now that would be some awesome stress relief!

I Love Captions

Holy crap. It’s already been over a month since the last post? I don’t think that’s considered blogging. I guess it sucks to be a writer or a blogger and be a man of few words. Anyway….today I wanted to tell the world that I love Captions. Maybe not all of them, but a lot of them. Take this one for instance.

 

I love this caption
I love this caption

 

So many great things to read into those few words attached to that great picture. I would love to give some great ‘pat on the back’ feedback to whoever did that one. Just awesome. Lets break it down in case you’ve haven’t thought about this caption. “Just keep breathing…” So she’s big enough that he’s struggling to take her. “sweetheart” implies they’re close. Dating? Married? Maybe she just grew the penis. “Only one more inch to go” She plans on going all the way in. This is the kind of dynamic that gets my motor roaring!

Lately, I’ve been so interested in captions or captures that I wanted to try my hand at some. The one below is the first one I’ve ever done. The picture stole my imagination first. After all there stands a beautiful woman in a sexy black dress and look what has popped out for a look around. I’d love to have a quickie with her while everyone else is busy at the party. Maybe I knew what she had before I asked for the quckie, and maybe not. Either way, this tryst is about to get really interesting.

 

I am too!!
I am too!!

 

I hope you like my first attempt at a caption. I want to do some more and have some pictures saved back to work with. Feel free to share a picture with me if you’d like for me to caption it. After all, I’m always open for suggestions.

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.

Shemale sighting?

I like cars and cruise ins. You pull into a big parking lot, find a spot for your car and then go wander amongst all the beautiful machinery. To me they are kinetic artwork. It’s not generally a place to find hot chicks, but there are usually a few wandering around on the arm of their boyfriend, but a shemale? I’d sooner expect a unicorn to come dancing down a row of cars shitting rainbows all over the hoods.

Now don’t get excited thinking that I saw some smoking hot shemale strutting amongst the cars. That didn’t happen. But what I did see, and desperately wish I had a picture of, was this skinny, tattooed chick with short brunette hair step up behind her boyfriend who was bent over a particularly sweet open engine coupe checking out the interior. She put her hips against his ass, then laid along his back and slipped her arms around him and rested her head on his back. That was slightly erotic in it’s own right, but the quirky little mischievous smile she had on her face was what put it over the top.

Admittedly, I see what I want to see sometimes and not what is actually there. The long haired person walking along the road always starts off as a pretty girl before she turns into just some long haired dude. But that smile, along with how quickly he stood up and grabbed her hand….well it sure piqued my interest. She wasn’t a beauty, but she was sexy as hell and that little stunt…well it did  make me wonder. Is she a shemale?

Probably not a shemale, I know, but at the least she might be pegging him. And in my world that’s still hot! I kept an eye on them as they continued to wander, hoping that there might be some further evidence to support my wonderings, but unfortunately I can’t report anything else.

I wonder if writing this blog is making me look around and be more aware of the potential for a shemale sighting or it’s just got my imagination working overtime. Either way, I guess it’s still an improvement. LOL!

OTD (Obsessive TGirl Disorder)

Yep. I’ve got it. No doubt about it. Damn the luck, it’s probably terminal too. Oh, not that having it will kill me so much as I’ll die with it. Of course my wife is a pretty good shot…I guess it could kill me. What am I talking about? Obsessive Tgirl Disorder. OTD. You might have it too.

I can only go so long then I have to go surfing the web or my own brain for Tgirl fantasies. Not just any Tgirl. You know what I like. The ones who are all about being the big D. Rolling over on top of their guy and filling him with their special type of Tgirl love. Or lust. I’m equal opportunity that way. I can’t stay way from either love or lust.

I see a pretty girl out and about and what do I imagine in my Walter Mitty moments? Her stepping up to me and kissing me. Deep and passionate. In a breathy voice she says, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve got to have you.” She pushes me against the wall and presses her hard-on into my thigh. “Are you man enough to take me?”

I can’t get enough of that stuff. The girl ringing me out at the hardware store, the one selling me a new phone, the one taking my fast food order all have the potential to stoke the fires of an OTD fantasy. tumblr_o10rr8i9qK1uiwbigo1_500

Take the young lady in the above picture for instance. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I stumbled on her photo as part of a ‘shemale bulge’ image search. As soon as I saw her I was captivated and I’m sure you see why. By the way, that’s a girl you’re looking at, not a Tgirl. I did the research on the picture because I’d like to use if for cover art. She’d make a great Lana, but my point is that everywhere you look there is fodder for your OTD needs. Cause let’s face it, if you’re reading this blog, you’ve got it too.

I guess it’s not too bad having OTD. At least it’s not as obvious on the outside as some of the other disorders out there. I mean, I can keep it all in my head. But if the women around me ever get the ability to read my mind. I’m in deep trouble.

Dominant Tgirls & Song Lyrics

Sometimes when I’m listing to a song the lyrics really speak to me and as a writer I appreciate their turn of a phrase. But sometimes scenes of Dominant Tgirls dance in my head. Hey! I saw you roll your eyes there! LOL! Alright, so lots of things or situations make me think of dominant tgirls, but then, that’s where the stories come from.

In this post I want to share a couple of songs that make those visions of dominant tgirls dance in my head. The first one is Misery Business by Paramore. I was going to post the lyrics here, but it’s easy enough for you to find them online just like I did. When Hayley Williams is singing ’cause I’ve got him where I want him now,’ and then ‘that it just feels so good,’ I’m melting in my shoes imagining some hot dominant tgirl singing the song and of course she has him under her ‘where she wants him and being buried in him is what is feeling so good. Actually the rest of the song still fits the scene too. At least for me.

Another song that always gets the dominant Tgirl juices flowing is ‘Self Esteem’ by the Offspring. ‘Late at night she knocks on my door, drunk again and looking to score, now I know I should say “No” but that’s kinda hard when she’s ready to go,” My mind slips in ‘but it’s big and hard when she’s ready to go’ and I’m transported to a scene where that delicious dominant Tgirl is standing there as he opens the door. Hard cock obvious in her jeans, she pushes through the door and pins him against the wall as she stuffs her tongue down his throat and grinds her hard-on against him. ‘I may be dumb but I’m not a dweeb, I’m just a sucker with no self esteem.’ Yea man. I get it.

There are other songs that have lyrics that send me, but I’m going to save those for another time. You know, I might have to write a story about that last one. I could title it ‘No Self Esteem’….I wonder if the Offspring could ever forgive me?