1. Deflowered at 17...Part 1 (ENGLISH VERSION)


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales, Author: AngelicaTrav, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Many friends, some of them curious and excited by my (recently discovered) Polaroid pictures made at the seaside (with stockings) when I was 17 years old, asked me to tell the story associated to them. Someone also pointed out, &#034but if in one of your stories you talk about your first man -see story “my first man”- after having been “initiated” by a trans, then who was actually your first man? &#034 First of all, let me say that I can assure you that my stories are not fancy, they are absolutely true. I can change some details, names, situations, ... but I do not not invent anything. Anyone who knows me knows well how little I am keen to virtuality, cybersex, excitement not finalized with real “carnal” experiences. I've never even had a cam on my Mac, and I don’t want it. The one in that story that many of you have read was in fact the first man who fucked me as an aware female, feeling myself female, mature and aware, so real sex between adults, I consider him my actual first man because it has been the first who fucked ... Angelica. But I was not a virgin ... although in fact many years (about 13-14 or more) were passed since the experience I'm about to tell. The discovery (in the pages of an old book) of some (old and some of them really wrecked) photos of that time worked as &#034trigger point&#034 to revive those strong feelings and emotions that now are felt as positive and intriguing, but which at that time caused to me a “storm” of conflicting feelings. It must be ...
    said that my femininity exploded in an absolute and complete way only in recent times, but in the past it had periods of &#034hibernation&#034, like a dormant volcano ready to erupt without warning. This also due to social conditioning, moral, and the life and growth of a nice boy in a traditional f****y. At age 12, as I recounted in a previous story, I used to put my mother’s stockings in secret , but it was an instinct. It did reveal a clear trend, but with no erotic involvement at all, at least on a conscious level. This habit stopped after a few years but &#034stockings&#034 were destined to come back into my life in a traumatic way. Here begins the story: at 17 I was a really cute boy: cute face, perfect body, two slender and smooth legs naturally with no hair, perfect ass. Always sensitive, gentle in behavior, I would say feminine for sensitivity but absolutely nothing gay and/or “gay’s manners” We had a nice house in Lavinio near Rome where the f****y used to spend the whole July and August. Among the most dear friends of my parents was Roberto and his wife, a nice man 45 years old, grizzled, always cheerful, great tennis player. I called him uncle, he was very dear to me; often he took me/us with him in the boat, for fishing or to his farm not far from there. I was the only of my f****y, too, ho used to ride. In short, one afternoon I joined him for a trip in his boat, a nice small cabin boat, and shortly after leaving the port he told me that down in the cabin there ...
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