I've talked to quite a few people via pm's but only one that is confirmed to be what she says. Ignorance is bless...

 

"Most" women have a certain way of talking or texting. it's usually a pretty good indicator of the authenticity.

 

Some of us only pretend when we AREN'T on the board.

 

Could it be they're gay and don't want to admit it?

 

Because it is fun to string guys along... so easy, so sad.

 

So I might as well contribute something of questionable value to this thread, in that at one time I had gender and sexuality issues...
Pass on it if a short read challenges your attention span, this is simply a repost of an experience I have posted a few times here.

Topless Thursdays:
What say I show the gals a bit of love in this next one, and relay an experience in Indianapolis (Indiana having friendliest people on the planet in my opinion) where really the foundations for my 'temporary' (roughly 5 years) identity with being a lesbian was formed with a bit of setting up first.

When arriving in Indianapolis to dance roughly a year+ having returned to the U.S., in all frankness I was about as generic or better still a blank slate as to personality as they came. The only possessions I had I could carry on my bike, my hair self cut and very short in really what most would term a boys cut. When not working typically I'd be found in a men’s white T-shirt and jeans, boots and boxers. Naturally I never wore makeup fortunate my darker skin and hair seeming to be enough. Worse still I could barely speak so anyone could understand unless rather crudely soliciting sex, any other time my language so muddled with slang from so many nations it almost impossible to narrow me down as to where I had come from.

Where I did stand out however was my body yet not for the reasons most would think. My belly and abs ripped like a guys having a six pack, pecs like a man yet with slightly larger dark nipples, and though very lean, firm and defined all over. Now that clearly stood out from most women, oddly however it stood out from most guys too as back then most younger guys were lean yet not very well defined, others simply softer it a rare guy indeed to be really built like we see now a days. Trouble was, at 5'6" roughly, I was awfully small for a guy, though about average for a girl yet didn't look much like one. Once the pants were off it didn't matter much though, but it did leave me seeming rather generic as far as a human went.

Never the less, 'bull' lesbians knowing me female thought me a cute tomboy, those more prissy thinking me a butchy dyke. Men often treated me as one of the boys many even thinking I was, and those knowing me as female I guess figured me for a 'testosterone chick' as wild as the boys but having all the right parts for play time.

For good or bad when I rolled into Indianapolis I was truly the consummate loner. I'd work, and out of work decide where I'd sleep that night often beside my bike behind some building or spot where I'd not be disturbed. I bathed in gas station bathrooms, and spent my free time just looking off in the distance trying to adjust to a 'normal' world for once. That all changed one night when up on stage I noticed one of the other gals getting absolutely mauled by this guy as she tried to get away. I can't say why I did it, yet without thinking I charged off the stage diving onto them in only a g-string, and started wailing on the guy with a flurry of punches till the bouncers pried me off him.

As you can imagine, that was my last night in that club yet from it the gal who I helped (Sandy, stage name) was grateful enough she forced out a conversation and that night I had a roof over my head for the first time since arriving. Past that it went no where except for Sandy to help me find more work as her tips at femming up a bit just weren’t taking. Fortunately she had no issue with me not being able to wear clothes in a (her) home and within a week she trusted me enough that when she went out of town to dance some clubs elsewhere I was allowed to stay in her apartment.

Now the apartment complex was nice (sorry no judge as to run down or classy), on the North side of town just South/along the 465 loop. Though a loner or perhaps reclusive a better word, in short order I hear a few of the residents talking about "Topless Thursdays" down by the pool, and by sheer coincidence overhear some customers where I danced talking about the exact same thing! Now when dancing I was in my element, in fact the more naked the better for me anywhere as frankly I'd feel more comfortable/secure walking through a mall buck naked then dressed in armor. So it took nothing for me to go start a conversation with these guys, and in short order discovered that it was indeed the complex I was living in.

According to these guys, on Thursdays all the gals sunning down by the pool at the complex had a tradition of sunbathing topless. They didn't know how or why it started, simply that you could see them from the highway and the managers of the apartments had no issue with it. When I asked about non-residents, that's when the tales started. Stories of guys sneaking in, parking and peeking from the highway, to even some trying to get leases there, much of it clearly BS, so confirming in my mind that essentially it was safe with few if any outsiders getting in. Perfect, I could tan almost like I preferred, and more so if approached would be just that much closer to nude so might even be able to interact with folks without seeming like some moron.

To say I was the first out to the pool that Thursday morning was an understatement. Now I was no fool (though, rather ignorant), so made it a point to stay dressed till a few others showed up and proved out the tales wearing pretty much all I had for hot weather being a pair of cut-offs and a white men’s ribbed tank top. Feeling rather excited I even took down a cooler of beer and something I still to this day enjoy on special occasions having spent so much time in Central America, a nice black cigar which I would often smoke yet only as a special treat.

Perhaps three beers later roughly an hour a few gals started to filter in, and oddly enough I did not see a single guy so it really helped make me feel even more comfortable. What was inspirational however were the gals and how they were dressed. Absolutely all of them stunning in my opinion, beautiful, and floss bikinis were the norm. Now don't get me wrong, at that point in my life I never looked for sex with either men or women. In fact to say I had a rather confused sex drive was an understatement as to me any lust I had was dealt with in very ugly fashion masturbating alone. Men and women to me were simply not something I considered wanting to have sex let alone a relationship with, yet I could understand what was attractive to me and what was not, just having no urge, or perhaps not knowing how to act on it.

In any case, another hour and perhaps a couple more beers later I was burning up. No one had talked to me, there was no way I could ever approach anyone on a normal level, and about to be cooked alive had, had enough. So I stood up and walked to the pool suddenly very aware all these gals had their eyes on me and dived in. A few minutes later (oddly no one else swimming) I climbed out the steps finding myself at the opposite end from my things, by all the women there, and having not thought before hand with a perfectly sheer tank top.

Say what you will, yet as much as it is touted that men catcall women, fact of the matter is women are ten times worse. Throw a bit of booze in the mix and make it 100x and all of these gals were drinking. Instantly I'm hit with "take it off! Skin to win! Show us that chest" hoots, cheers and so on, and though not bullied or dared into it seeing no one else go topless figured what the hell, peeling my tank off to the cheers of all the women there, even posing and flexing at one point, covering my breasts/pecs at another feeling instantly more comfortable and walked back to my chair.

Past the cat-calling, not a single gal there talked to me, and oddly considering I had the balls to do it first, not one of them though many having some clearly awesome bodies took off their tops which surprised me considering the size of their suits. Ehh so what, I'm feeling more relaxed, closer to my zone and so on, so lit up my cigar and cracked another beer as I laid back and discreetly watched the gals trying to figure them out. Frankly I didn't get it, as to me why would anyone tan dressed vs. naked if they had the chance my connection with women having never developed, yet what I did get is that I was a big topic of conversation on the other side of the pool.

Now I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of people, their intentions and so on, but to be fair that moment bee it the beer or the tension I was having a bit of trouble. I could see the leers, the occasional pointing and looks, oddly none of it striking me as making fun of me as though the fool who was stupid enough to go topless. Some of the looks just curious glances, others were clearly lustful those gals even posturing as they'd try to give "demure-slut" looks and coy giggles. The others though clearly cracking jokes though at first thinking them about me rather quickly I blew off once hearing the topic of those conversations being "small feet" to which they'd put their hands close together obviously talking about small dicks.

In any case it becoming obvious to me that I'd be making no friends here all of these gals so different from me or that at least it would tax my attention span finished up my last beer, pulled on my shirt, and with my cigar clenched in my teeth went up to the apartment to change to go work on my bike.

To say it took no time at all would be an understatement. Walking past the pool to my bike I without exaggeration had just squat down beside the engine as three of the gals from the pool approached. Two I can't recall their names, yet the third was Cindy. Looking back as I couldn't appreciate it then, there in front of me were three absolutely stunning women in their early to mid 20's, lean with varied size breasts from quite large to perhaps c-cups, and from their squirming, giggles and posturing all clearly flirting with me. Now the little leader of this pack who I can't recall her name in no time was talking about how hot it was, how I was sweating, and even more directly how they liked the show by the pool so "why not take my (now T) shirt off" again. Shrugging assuming it was okay around the complex on Thursdays I did so, yet in my broken English through the cigar in my teeth came back with "okay, why don't all of you?"

Instantly I was hit with compliments particularly about my belly as the gals all chickened out yet the odd two did quickly flash their breasts, but for all intents and purposes refused while out at my bike suggesting strongly that up in my apartment they'd be glad to. Call me desperate for company if you want as I know it wasn't lust, yet in short order we're all walking back up to the apartment with what were clearly a few misconceptions bandied about.

No I wasn't Cuban, yes I had traveled most of my life. My name was Nikki (stage name), no I wasn't a bouncer like Sandy said but was a dancer/stripper, yes I was new in town, no-what do you mean gay? (to which they said "never mind"), no Sandy was not my girlfriend, on and on most of it coming out as shrugs, grunts, nods and brief one or two word replies by me. On the one hand though nervous I was definitely enjoying some casual company, though due to the subject matter all the speaking was one sided. On the other however, I was beginning to wonder from the over exaggerated rolls of hips, pressing of breasts to and clutching my arms and chest, batting eyes and so on if perhaps these gals had not been told something more of me, and I was about to be asked to work though at that time very infrequent being women.

Opening the door letting the gals in without even thinking I kicked off my boots and yanked down my jeans and it was not until I grasped the band of my boxers that I froze upon looking up. All three staring at me wide eyed and jaws slack as suddenly the leader blurted out "wow you're in a hurry" and 'they' all laughed which tensed me right up thinking it was 'at' me. The next comment of "I’ve not seen underwear like that since my dads" sealed the deal me thinking I was now the brunt of the joke, and instantly, belligerently taking up the challenge replied "soo, wha'bou dose tops, pes you too skeered?" my language instantly beginning to slip to my own brand of pidgin (which I'll try and repeat) as I parted my feet, puffed up and crossed my arms.

After quick glances to one another and just a quick pull of strings I have to say I was impressed as here before me were some of the most firm natural breasts I had ever seen on some very attractive women and I know I stared nodding yet from what happened next looking back can safely assume a few things about what I was thinking. Closing the door I very oddly did not remove my boxers yet boldly announced " 'weemen' shu neva wear enay clothes en da casa, ees very bad", and said nothing more as I walked to the back bedroom hearing the leader shout back "and what about men?" What I believe I must of been thinking was that I was about to work having never entertained guests/friends in my life, that somewhat confirmed to me as my language somewhat improved, and I did not have any urge to remove my shorts.

Walking back out with a tray of lines in hand, I noted Cindy had her bottoms down to her knees and the other two had begun to laugh at her yet their laughing quickly stopped upon seeing me nod approvingly looking her over blatantly ignoring them, then took her hand helping her sit and handed her the tray of coke turning and walking into the kitchen fetching a bottle of Tequila (which I thought American women drank) sitting across from the three. As the three began to chatter excitedly though perhaps nervous, I recall feeling instantly more confident as just like by the pool we were slipping more into my element and they out of theirs (so I'm sure feeling in control and more powerful then these much prettier women).

More to the point, I recall leaning over and somewhat insistently through gesture holding the tray of coke up for each, and then opening the bottle and doing the same again as 'I' initiated a discussion which I never did. "So why all da women wear tops today, is Thursday yes?" To that they all laughed making me tense up yet quickly explained how they had all heard about "that Topless Thursdays thing", yet it simply came from one day a visiting gal from Europe had shed her top, and past that no one else had. To that I commented how I had, to which the most that was said in reply was "well yeah" as in of course as though because I didn't have boobs it didn't matter.

Passing around the lines and tequila again these gals quickly losing control I was suddenly hit with a flurry of questions again yet due to the topics, mood and confidence level on my part continued to speak better and better. "Why don't you have any hair on your legs or armpits, do you shave?" To that I just shrugged meaning yes yet don't think they got it, more so my answer confusing the issue. "Indian (pointing to myself), no hair, do you?" as I pointed to their crotches. That made them all giggle, Cindy nude it obvious and the leader gave a quick flash confirming her shaved as well as the conversation turned blatantly more direct.

"So Nikki what do you do for a living?" My response being "Dance, strip yes? and shows, but most I make clients feel good, very good" and know I gave a wry smile as I said that thinking these gals had heard from Sandy and though younger then most women I had serviced we're looking for a party. "For men? Do you like men? Are you gay?" Well, I didn't know what the word gay meant then yet answered the best I could. "No mi not gay? Un yes men pes I don't like them, un women, I'm very good for women". To me it was very honest, I didn't like men, or women really, yet I had some definite skills even with the gals and that's what I had sitting before me. "Very good how?" Perfect, I had them in my mind and was about to gain three new rather beautiful clients.

Standing up I know I puffed up smirking at them then without warning grabbed the coffee table and slid it out from in front of them. Lowering to my knees I recall looking them all in the eyes as I spoke, and in a very clear and confident voice stated flatly "I eat pussy better then you have eva known, ever" and understanding pecking levels fixed on the leader of the bunch. Nervously she stated "you all say that, prove it" as she looked to Cindy and I suppose Cindy out of reflex doing as told leaned back and slightly parted her legs wide eyed. Nope, this my realm, the leader threw down the challenge she'd be the one first.

Now I sound all full of myself at this point, fact of the matter was if I really had my wits about me things not going as usual, I would of negotiated a price, fetched the lube, condoms and saran wrap (like a dental dam) and then had at it. However, in the moment I just kept things flowing or more responded out of reflex, and leaning forward I grasped the ties at the leaders bikini bottoms undoing them, and as she gazed down shocked slipped my arms under her legs and yanked her to the edge of the couch as I licked up her leg toward her cunnie.

Instantly she tried to put the brakes on. Just as quick I grasped her wrists looking up to the other two and said bluntly "hold her, she'll try to stop" setting her wrists in their laps. Now my guess is they did as I asked for a couple reasons. One they were rather stunned at the moment and two perhaps wanting a bit of payback as it was clear this gal pushed them around. In any case I wasn't going to give her the chance to back out, and instantly dove in beginning to lick and flutter at her clit with my tongue and lip as I suckled in a way I know brings a woman off a lot quicker then they may want (more so upsets their plan to make you work for it).

Instantly the "oh fuck, oh fuck, okay, okay enough" started. Screw that this was now happening as with my hands free two fingers pressed their way in to massage her g-spot and the other reached around over her leg to press on the outside just to the left of her mons. Now I meant what I said, I have some very serious skills at eating pussy. This however was not about the best orgasm ever as she would of quit doing it that way. This was about besting her challenge and if I had to guess I'd say in roughly a minute this gal was screaming out an orgasm. Pulling back and looking up smirking, to say the two pinning her arms were wide eyed would be an understatement. What wasn't was the effect it had.

Cindy was looking at me in lustful amazement, the second gal on the other hand had no modesty however as she almost instantly blurted out "do me next!" and yanked down her bottoms scooting to the edge and pulling back her legs. Pulling out from under the leader I didn't even pause. What I did do however was take much more time, my hands slipping up her body to her breasts as I leaned in and kissed her, then worked my way back down, as the leader now all huffy clearly wanting to go grabbed the tequila and took a drink as she sneered at us and began muttering.

Suckling the seconds labia as i did all my little swirls up to her clit with my tongue, very quickly the second was moaning away, and once I slipped my fingers inside her gently probing around and massaging as I fluttered her clit ever more softly yet quicker, she suddenly moaned out a new request.

"....fuck me please"

Yeah okay, my point proven, and with that I slowly stood, turned around and walked into the back room to her amazement. Rifling through my bag of tricks I pulled out my harness, some lube, a couple condoms and two strap on dildos not knowing whether she'd like it in her bottom like many lesbian women or in her cunnie, yanked down my boxers and walked back out as the entire world came to a complete stop.

The leader now bitching as the second was commenting on how good it was and Cindy stating I was cute went dead silent. All three of their eyes went wide, jaws dropped and the second slammed her legs together like a bear trap as I stated flatly "Which one do you want?" Dead air for a couple of seconds, the second blurting out "you're a girl!" The first not quite as kind as the second shouting "what the fuck, you're a fucking dyke!"

Though confused as to their response what I didn't take to was being cursed at as the leader and second both looked like they had been abused, tricked, raped, and as the first pointed her finger at me and started advancing I must of looked ready for a brawl. As I threw down the toys balling up my fists ready for the fight, suddenly her advance stopped as she began tossing out insults like "dyke cunt, you fucking freak" and so on, grabbing their clothes and storming out of the apartment shouting for Cindy to move her ass.

Oh I was mad. So mad in fact I dressed and headed to a nearby bar which I never did and after arguing about my age not having any I.D. the bartender realizing I was a woman did all I could to pick a fight with the very, very nice people there who did not deserve my wrath. To be honest, the people there though having a tough time with my K2 speak were very kind trying to sooth my upset. Strangers, typical for Indiana folks, and finally calming rode home to sleep it off. Not.

Though not sure how late it was it dark out though, I was awakened by the doorbell to find Cindy standing there all shy trying to start up a conversation by apologizing. Though at first simply looking at her feet in short order she was looking me over standing there nude in the doorway, and eventually mumbled out asking if she could come in. Pissed and drunk I just shrug walking to the couch sitting down, yet what surprised me was upon hearing the door close and looking up there was Cindy peeling off her way overdressed dress and heels (no doubt to look attractive) as she said to me "this is right, girls aren't supposed to wear clothes in here?"

The rest of that night I think you can figure out. It was Cindy's first time with a woman and more so when she asked "do you really make love to other women with that thing?" experienced her first toy, strap-on sex ever, and even topped it off trying anal the first time ever. In a couple of days not only was she spending more time with me yet was being shunned by her friends, a new world opening up for us both however when she suggested we try a gay bar one night to which we both had an awesome time.

For the entire two months I remained in Indy we were lovers me even moving in with her in about a week, and it was the very first relationship I ever had in my life. Besides that, it is with Cindy that I learned about love making vs. to the point sex. More so it is then I for the first time developed an identity past 'whore, stripper, slave, victim, etc.' as being a butchy lesbian just suited me. Eventually that connecting to being a Daddy, a Domme, yet mostly I then believed I was a butchy lesbian that flipped tricks for a living. I had decided who or what I was, and more so that I was more then fodder for the masses as I felt I had become an individual (hard for most to understand I’m sure, yet recognizing self was a huge milestone for me).

Sadly came the day I had to move on the circuit in Indianapolis ending for me having to go to Cleveland, and Cindy's response of "but I live here" causing me to consider where it was all going. I was really bad for her, abusive really. She would of done anything I asked yet I realized at that time I ran so hot and cold she'd be better off with ANY other. What Cindy did with her new found sexuality I'll never know, yet due to her I would carry mine with me for the next five years.

Cindy though equally never knowing about me after had turned a walking mumbling cumditch of hands and holes into a person. Incorrectly a lesbian as I'd find out much later, yet it was the perfect transition from a nothing to a someone, the details to be sorted out as I'd grow.

Thank you Cindy, you gave me, me.

Hush....an alias

p.s......Soon after I learned the secret handshake.....

 

Not everybody wants to be gay. I love cock too much.

 

Frankly people who do that have always struck me as a little strange. Do they have gender issues? Or do they like the power their deception gives them over others? I prefer not to associate with that kind of person. Be who you are, be genuine.