There is nothing worse than missing out.
I mean how can you be having all this fun without me?
How can ye be such a bollix?
I’m never jealous.
It’s just not in me.
I just want in on the action, that’s all.
So with all these confused types having sex with chicks with dicks…
I have to get me some of my own.
I’m calling him Princess.
I mean her.
She’s (he) is only 23!
Slim, twinky, looks fabulous in a dress and heels.
With a sexy beard.
So this is my first time.
I don’t really know how these things play out, so I’ll just wing it.
But I do know that Princess is one of those pain and degradation whores.
Some slapping, some stern words….
My dicks up her ass and you’re not in Kansas no more.
Though I do worry…
Where will it all end?
Will I become addicted to men in frocks?
Will I become a hairy trucker?
I’m just too amazing for that craic.
Can you imagine me in a check shirt and a pair of stone wash jeans?
It’s never going to happen.
Though there is something I really am worried about.
Princess will be wearing a chastity belt.
I just don’t like them.
I mean WTF is the point?!
I try, God knows I try!
But I’m just a judgemental auld queen.
That shit is just fucked up.
Cocks should be hard and big.
Not caged and apologetic.
But when in Rome.
If Princess wants to be a sub whore who am I to complain…..
It’s just the thought of getting reamed by a man in a dress is rather hot!