Feeling Womanhood Deeply

We women are so lucky because we get to decorate all parts of our bodies. I love the fact that women get to wear makeup, earrings, paint out nails, wear jewelry and sexy lingerie. The way the clothes hang and swing when I strut my most feminine mannerisms. I am one of the lucky girls who can pass for the real thing. I have never had much facial hair and now I don’t have any after my electrolysis treatments. Never had an Adams apple, I was so lucky. I have always had large breast. Hated it as a male, love it as a sexual female. I got nice tits and with the very little help from hormones, they have really blossomed. I’m naturally soft and men treat me like a delicate flower. I never had an Adams apple and, not to brag honey but ballerinas would die for legs like mine.
I like aggressive men who know what they want and are comfortable letting it be known. Some guys try to pretend that you’re something other than what they see with their eyes. That’s a good thing and I feel more like a woman when there’s a hard cock buried deep inside me and I’m gushing all kinds of feminine juices. Afterwards I sometimes cuddle with single lovers who really bring out my wild female side. Married guys start using marriage as an excuse. I don’t mind that because that’s all part of the game and that’s what makes it exciting to me. I don’t particularly want guys hanging around anyway, unless they do a good job pounding my ass. Then I like to cuddle with them for a few minutes, that completes my cycle of feminine syndrome and keeps my estrogen levels high.
I’m not afraid of being alone nor do I fear ending up that way. I don’t mind being alone because I have many things that I like doing by myself. People are fun but I get bored with them fast. Even when they’re exciting there is a timeline for my tolerance of them. I know that sounds terrible, but the truth always does and I’m only telling truth here and now. Thanks for listening. TATA for now