Journey into the X-rated world

Here are a few words to get your head around with regards to my dress code preference: Demure, modest, conservative, virtuous, prim & proper. Less nudeness is more exciting, for me. When I say preference, this doesn’t mean it’s the only dress code I appreciate. It’s my preference. The article below is mainly about how the lady must dress for me. However, I do know there are many women out there who like a man in proper suit or uniform as well. Dress code at roleplay. I’m sure it’s important for most or all of us. I may make some generalisations, but that is for ease of writing rather than dismissing. BDSM for a lot of people is leather, latex, rubber. Then, for our friends in the vanilla world, there are the naughty outfits which are especially popular around Halloween. Maybe, you are a more adventurous vanilla person and you have a few “naughty” outfits. I don’t need to list those; we all know them. I’m not a fan of “naughty” outfits that are po...

I first thought I would make it a chronological blog, but I decided that I would most likely forget things. So I do it more as a mindmap. Which means they are independent stories part of a life long journey. A few years before the story below, I was at a New Years Eve party in Amsterdam. The next morning when we were in long queue waiting for a taxi, in the distance a woman appears. The closer she got, the taller she got. Obviously that's a normal occurrence . But in this case, the whispering in the queue was about, is that a man or a woman. My thoughts were more, that's a T-girl and why wasn't she at the party I was at. The following is the story of my first sexual encounter with a T-girl. I don't remember the exact year, but it must have been between 1988 - 1990, which means I would have been 24-26 I do remember the nightclub, it doesn't exist anymore. I was out with a group of friends and we ended up in one of our local nightclubs. Where we bumped into mo...