Naughty Sex Diary of a Redhead.

My Encounter: Part 1.

Welcome to my diary.

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Caution: The upcoming narratives are presented in their original form without any edits and may comprise delicate or emotionally challenging content. It is advised that readers exercise discretion before proceeding further.

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The first time I assumed the identity of Becky was not a pleasant experience. I had been engaged in online conversations with someone who went by the name of Simply Susie for a day or two. The person claimed to be a fellow transgender individual and lived in the vicinity of Portsmouth, which was close to my location. After some coaxing, Simply Susie persuaded me to meet up with them at my flat. Excited and nervous, I quickly got ready, took a shower, and put on my best attire, hoping to make a good impression.

A few moments later...

One day, there was a knock on my front door. I went to answer it and was surprised to see Susie standing there. However, as soon as I opened the door, it was immediately clear that Susie was not transgender. This was because Susie was dressed in masculine clothing, had a considerable amount of body hair, and sported a full beard.

As I was about to speak, Susie barged into my apartment without waiting for my invitation. She produced a carrier bag from which she pulled out a short, snug, black dress that she flung my way. She didn't ask me to put it on but rather commanded me to do so. I couldn't understand what was wrong with the short skirt and top I had on before she arrived; it was a mystery to me.

Upon receiving instructions, I complied and donned the dress. The fabric felt smooth against my skin, and the dress hugged my curves in all the right places. I emerged from the bathroom feeling confident and beautiful, eager to show off the stunning garment. However, to my surprise, Susie was nowhere in sight. As I scanned the room, I heard a voice calling from the bedroom. I made my way over to the source of the sound and found him lounging on my bed, as though he had been there all along. Despite the unexpected encounter, I maintained my composure and greeted him with a friendly smile.

Before I could say anything. He got up, grabbed me and forced me to my knees. Then proceeded to ram his love truncheon in and out of my mouth, before stopping, grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. The next thing I know is, my knickers are at my ankles, the dress is pushed up at the back and he is fingering my hole and lubing me up.

Then he entered my pussy. My first time, so I guess he popped my cherry. and he proceeded to screw my brains out hard and fast. It hurt like hell and I tried to tell him but he put his hand over my mouth. This went on for a few minutes, till he rolled onto his side, and me with him. His gentleman sausage was still in me the whole time.

As his pace quickened. He used one hand to choke me and the other to play with my clit. Long story short. When he was finished, he pulled out, got up and zipped up his jeans. Then he told me to give him back his wife's dress. I was shocked, and slightly amused as my clit had squirted my juices all over the dress.

During sex, he kept calling me his daughter. And telling me how much he loved me and I was his sexy daughter. His words, not mine. When he left, which was seconds after he had finished with me. I went for a shower and then lay on the sofa.

We had a few text conversations after our initial meeting. However, during our conversations, I discovered that he was married with children. I couldn't help but joke to him about the potential awkwardness of explaining any stains on his wife's dress that might have come from me. But, I suspect that his wife might have found out about his infidelity. After that, he abruptly stopped contacting me and disappeared from the website where we had initially met.

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After reading Part 1 of this diary entry, please take a moment to share your thoughts by leaving a comment below. I would love to know what emotions and feelings this encounter has evoked in you. Your feedback is valuable and will help me understand how others perceive this experience. Thank you for taking the time to read and share your thoughts.

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