What is curiosity if not a constant companion in this world of silks, lipstick and wigs? As I got more and more into fully dressing as a woman, and mixed with other Tgirls, chatted on forums etc. I found myself being more and more intrigued by the intimate side of being a TV. Like I would guess most TVs, I consider myself straight. I don't find myself attracted to men as my day to day non-dressed self. However, when dressed up as Ophelia, my mind starts to wander off the straight and narrow. Quietly seeking out experiences that allow Ophelia to be even more feminine and female. 

I have chatted to a lot of men on various forums/chat sites over the years. Most are interested in a quick shack up in a hotel, car park or worse. Also, the quality of the men isn't particularly great to the vision one might hold in one's head. My lack of desperation has meant my being lucky enough to be very fussy in the selection procedure with men. And as such, I have only met one or two, purely socially so far.

Which brings me to a warm, sunny and blustery day in mid March. I had gotten dressed at home, and stepped out into the strategically parked car. I left the Big Smoke for the County of Oxfordshire, a small town with a pretty centre and even prettier Tgirl awaiting me. I parked up on her street, and carried a couple of bags of mischief with me, as I tried to be discreet entering her residential complex. I'd been blown about a bit, but tried to remain convincing to protect my meet and her forewarning of potential curtain twitchers. I wore my lovely black wide trousers from Zara, and a grey jumper with a longish leather coat. 

I was met at the door by 'J', who quickly hurried me in. She pointed to a bedroom and said I could sort myself out in there. The rooms were dark and pastel walled, I realised later that all the blinds in the flat had been pulled down for super privacy. I changed out of my trousers to a pink pleated skirt. The trainers were kicked aside in favour of my black suede heeled ankle boots. Dressed, I stood up and did my safety checks. Namely, how high are the door frames, and what will I conk my noggin on in this new enviroment? 

J was quick to come over and check me out. She was dressed mostly in black and a floral skirt, and appearing almost equally tall to me. I had no idea what to expect really. It was discussed as a dressing session, and J had wanted some Dominant attention. So I had brought some whips and a flogger with me. As we stood close in the hall, it became obvious a kiss and then a snog was going to be on the agenda, as the waves of mutual attraction swirled around us. We placed arms around each other, something else was becoming obvious, our non-feminine parts were also getting to know each other. We rubbed them against each other as we kissed, and the feeling was very new to me, and sublime. I was quitely jealous of the fact that J's was smaller than mine. I've never liked the size of my own, nor have many women cursing battered cervixes. J was super feminine in everything, from her voice, to her mannerisms to her general presentation. I had a steep learning curve still to go.

J was worried she might come too soon, so we pulled apart and moved into the living room where we chatted and shared some wine. However, it wasn't long before J's wandering hands found themselves under my skirt and digging around in my silk lingerie. It was strange and exhilerating to have someone that owned a penis to be touching my own. The inbuilt knowledge of how to treat and please it. I returned the favour, and started to feel out J's own member. I had never handled one before, so this was unchartered territory. It wasn't long before J had dropped to her knees, and was eagerly taking me in her mouth. Yet again, another new experience, as J knew what to do and how to treat me. I leant back and admired the beauty of J. Her sexy outfit, and...oh my gawd she's good! Unfortunately, I'm rarely good at reaching my summit through oral practices, and J took a break. This allowed me to get to know her own member. Yet again, another new experience. The skin felt tight and slightly rubbery, yet soft. The distinct feeling of her helmet passing over my lips, as I was able to take her all the way into my mouth. J was clearly enjoying all the sensations and my efforts. I was pleased, as this was my first attempt. I was trying desperatly hard to keep my teeth covered over. I started to get to work on J, and put in lots of effort. However, I couldn't take her all the way. This is harder than I thought! 

J sat next to me, and we mutually pleasured each other, while long kisses and caresses took place. I felt close, and J quickly dropped to her knees. She worked me better than anyone woman had, and soon got her reward. I was spent and in a lovely dreamy place. As J sat between my legs, her member met my groin, and had quickly teased my bum. I intimated how lovely it would be if she was able to take me there. And to my surprise, J was keen to do so. I'd had plenty of items up there, but never a real member, attached to a real person. Oh, this was totally thrilling. The sexy lingerie, the outfits, the lovely Tgirl. J lubed me up, and began to try to enter me with my facing her. "Oooh you're very tight." Really?! J tried to loosen me with a rather large steel plug, but I couldn't take it. I changed position to get on my knees, and presented myself to J. She tried again with a bit more lube, and she managed to slowly sink into me. Oh my, so amazing, to have such a lovely girl inside me.

J began to move in and out of me, I could feel her moving all the time. I thought about how my prejudices and those the machismo world had played on me over the years. And how I had missed out on so much time. J began to gently pound me now, and every thrust felt so good. I was stairing at the back of her couch, but I could visualise her in her outfit. After some time J ran out of steam and pulled out. However, it had been a great first experience. I came here expecting possibly a kiss, but I had instead gone a whole lap of the proverbial baseball field!

J wanted some attention now, and asked that I beat her. She swapped places with me, and I began to warm up her beautiful bottom with my hand. I placed a few smacks on it, building up the intensity. Shortly afterwards, I brought out my red deerskin flogger, and let the tails play over J's derriere. And with the flick of the wrist, I let J feel her first flog from a flogger. Yet another new experience today. I slowly built up the number and intensity of the strikes. I found J a willing participant that took in her stride. I started using full arm strikes on either cheeks, and J again took it all with ease. Her bum now starting to become nicely magenta, I pulled out a crop. I smoothed the leather top over her soft and hairless buttocks, and teased her with little swats, building up the number. I asked J if she was ok, and she was eager for more. I hit out a few strikes on alternate buttocks, and J started to notice. I continued with more strikes, and the magenta was going to postbox red in places.

I then pulled out a small whippy cane I had, and worked it into the mix. The swooshy noise was great. J passed me her own full length cane, and I used that for a bit. She now had welts appearing across her once lovely soft cheeks. For the finale, I pulled out my full on stiff cane, and hit her hard with it. She requested a few more moments between strikes to let it all settle in. When her bum resembled the rigging of a tall sail ship, she requested the beating was brought to a conclusion. I helped her up, and we kissed. J went walked off a little awkwardly to get the pizza she had in the oven. She returned with a crusty blackened looking item on a plate. "It's pizza" she told me. "O----kay." J had let it burn as she was being flogged. 

Time had raced away, and I had to get back into London. So we had a last clasp and fondle, before I returned to the bedroom to change back into less feminine attire. We said our goodbyes, and I walked back to my car. On the journey down the M40, I reflected on what had just happened. In J's toilet I had found blood (mine) as I cleaned myself up back there. I had never knowingly had that from toys or girlfriends using toys, and It scared me a bit. Overall, It had been an amazing experience, and I considered myself lucky to have met such a wonderful Tgirl to have introduced me to such activities. J was just so lovely and hugely feminine at every turn. Could do with some work on making lunch though!

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