Lady Regina

I was only five when I witnessed their sexual act, and something clicked inside me, and affected me deeply. I was awed by the couple’s immense concentration and dedication to their task. It was as if an inside passion trance, blocked other realities. To me it seemed that the woman was having so much more fun than the aggressive man. The man was slapping her ass and growling like a wild animal, and the woman seemed to be laughing, crying and screaming all at once, but she held tight and endured his open hand slaps on the ass. She was enjoying getting her ass slapped, and her crotch brutally humped and vibrated. I guess at that moment I was in a spell, and feeling strange cravings. I wished that I could briefly trade places with Miss Mary. To me it looked like their bodies moved in a horizontal rhythm mambo without music, and I couldn’t look away. Fucking was a beautiful art in my eyes, and I concluded that women definitely enjoyed it more than men. I think this is what led to these fem desires inside me.

That was the first time that I noticed my own crotch and wondered. I even started having dreams, replaying the scene in my head. I saw myself in the role of the woman and it was very stimulating. I wasn’t sexual mature, but there was an aura that seized me and left me confused and attracted to everything female. I liked dresses, shoes wigs, and stunning lingerie.

I didn’t know it at that age, but I realize that I was changed by what I had witnessed. My body reacted each time I recall the scene between Mary and John, and how the woman enjoyed it more than the man. Eventually I became aware of the sexual affect that the image of women had on me. I was attracted to women’s female characteristics, not their sexuality. I never wanted to have sex with them, instead I wanted to imitate them in every way. Their gorgeous bodies and feminine gestures were spell bounding and I did my best to mimic the sexiest females I observed.

Years later, I concluded that Mary’s screams, moans and groans were a vocal declaration of unquestionable womanhood. Those memories of Miss Mary’s sexy groans, moans, and soft delicate utterances always really made my feminine cravings, stronger each time.