Elvis Presley: "caught in a trap"

[Torris]

So I am confused. I have been watching Tgirl porn off and on for the past decade. Since my gf and I broke up 2 years ago, I cant seem to sleep without a spliff, bourbon shot and half a Tgirl DVD

I am recovering from wisdom teeth extraction in 100 degree heat. Without the hippie lettuce (dry socket) I am not sleeping well.

So over the past three nights I have combed through 120+ pages of traps on that massive thread

My take on traps was understood to be: a trap is a twink (thin and hairless) young male who gotoff on dressing as a girl and being fucked as a girl less so than as a gay man.

So a passable, femmy male not transitioning.

No little nubbins much less implants. So by my (narrowly constructed) def'n of trap about half the submissions wouldnt qualify on this thread - even tho I found more than a dozen new tgirls to seek out


So I am not complaining. My threshold would be a pretty,as opposed to handsome, male with longish hair who would be obvious male out of women's clothing

Have I put the "fun" in Trap Fundamentalism?

[Torris]

Part II

I would call myself a het male. Having been married and divorced.

My one gay encounter happened my freshman year of college. At a dorm Halloween party. The RA was a Brazilian grad student whose dad was on faculty. He looked like the younger version of Santana. Long hair and wispy beard

However at the party he shaved, put on make up and eyeshadow and a tight red dress. If you didnt know him, you would have thought he was an exotic she.

The gg's at the party were impressed. I wound up having a conversation with him mostly about what growing up in Brazil was like.

Blah blah blah. He asked if I wanted to go back to his room and get high. This was Reagan era when weed was rare. I had only smoked it once soI jumped at the chance.

We go to his room and smoke a joint. I was stoned and relaxed. I was dressed as An Arab sheikh in a bathrobe, gym shorts and a towel on my head.

In a state of bliss. Next thing I know "she" starts to sidle up to me and long story short gave me head.

I was blissed out to the point of paralysis and meekly said "dont". But a blowjob while high is one of life's greatest pleasures, so I quit tensing and let it happen.

As long as he kept his dress on, I was getting head from a sylphlike Brazilian hottie.

So even tho I knew she was a he, I was trapped.

Too bad I was too immature and conditioned on gender to keep hitting that on the down low. Because he offered. Even offered to play dress up.

I declined and aggressively sought out a girlfriend to "prove" I wasnt gay. Did Oscar Wilde say youth is wasted on the young?

30 years later, I would have been all over that ass. Never saw her cock but she looked like a lighter skinned Amanda Ferraz