It's having a guy on top of me, my legs spread wide and pulled back with toes pointed toward the ceiling in a silent gesture that tells him "I offer you my body for your pleasure" that I crave. Feeling him selfishly impaling the most private place on my body with his reproductive organ. Skin against skin. His balls slapping against my ass. Heavy breathing. Moans. And finally the sounds he makes as he plants his seed deep inside me where it belongs. Damn, that's just freakin' hot!
I am a fem male who rarely crossdresses unless requested. But for days after I've been bred I crossdress at home and even take occasional short excursions around town. In a way, being bred validates my femininity. And makes me incredibly horny. I'm trapped in this viscious cycle... breeding me makes me feel more fem, and the more fem I feel the stronger the urge to be bred again. Hell, a savvy guy could probably breed me for a few weeks until my brain is totally addled and turn me into a transvestite
It's late and I need some sleep. I'll write more another time.
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