No.120 Spreading My Pussy on the Table. Then Peeing

My lower half remained naked as I straddled the table. The cool feel of glass pressed against the backs of my thighs. I wasn’t wearing a skirt. There was nothing to hide. What utter freedom it was, simply being “me.” The tabletop became a little runway. Each time I crossed my legs, the sound of my tucked pussy rubbing echoed through the room. With every sound, the girl who had deep within my heart slowly awoke. I just want to feel “me” with these legs, with this skin. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s okay to be half-hearted. Because here lies a night where I can be my true self. Now, please. Don’t look at me as “me,” but just take a little peek at who I am. #CrossDresser #CrossDressingGuy #TheRealMe #NoSkirt #Lingerie #Authenticity #NightlySoliloquy