I remember the first time I went out dressed as a woman. A beautiful purple dress, sheer pantyhose, and black open heels showing my purple toenails. It made me anxious and afraid that something could happen, but besides a few curious staring, most people ignored me.

After the first time, I decided to keep doing this and even if nothing unusual happened, I loved the feeling of risk, with only a thin layer of makeup covering my face.

Quickly this became a weekend ritual... Coming home from work Friday, taking a nice shower, shaving my face and my body, putting on some nice clothes, applying cute makeup, and beautiful lipstick, and then I could go out and enjoy the night.

But today this changed, because I got caught, but I didn't get caught by a random guy, oh no! I got caught by someone I know and that also knows me! You! My heart stopped for a second when you approached me...

But why? What do you want? Just confirm it's me?Humiliate me? Perhaps you always wanted to fuck me and see this as a perfect opportunity?

Who knows... Maybe you end up being a vital part of my ritual...

Kinks: rough, anal, anal insertions (objects that aren't supposed to be there), slow, risk, creampie, nylons, tight highs, cumplay, coworkers, boss & employees, cousins, uncle &nephew and a lot more.

Limits: blood, gore, scat, underage, drugs, hard incest and animals.