Sonia Pellegrino
@soniapele
A place where boys can be girls & girls can be boys.
After that photo of mine, the dynamic of our relationship changed instantly! She took on the male role in the relationship, and I took the female one. She discovered her masculine side, embraced it & started enjoying it! Now she doesn't fantasize about me fucking her—she fantasizes about fucking me!
Back when we were intimate, it never crossed my mind that I wasn't just a "top." But when we reconnected twelve years later, I sent her a photo of myself in a thong and high heels! That photo was enough for her to realize that my being feminine turned her on...
The fact that I was the first to have anal sex with her—and that she loved it—was a devilish coincidence. When I entered her ass, it was no different at all from a gay encounter! It was as if she were a man dying to get fucked! Like a faggot craving a cock!
A year before I got closer to Leah, I had faced another situation: I had ejaculated in a split second over a trans woman in a porn scene. What a shock! What was happening to me? Did I like cock? And one year later, was I turned on by Leah who wasn't feminine at all?
But even though she was totally masculine, she turned me on incredibly! No other woman had ever turned me on quite like that! Should I have realized back then that I had a secret weakness for handsome boys?
It was outside the norm for a straight man to get turned on by such a masculine woman. Did the fact that Leah turned me on mean I was gay?
I was attracted to my former colleague and ex-fuck buddy because of her masculinity and her male mindset. The fact that I was the one fucking her was simply because I was a man and she was a woman. It never even crossed my mind back then that I was attracted to her as a man...
My best friend is a woman but she isn't feminine at all. I loved the feeling that I was making love to a man! Her fondness for anal sex heightened that sensation. I should have realized back then that I adore masculine energy...
Do we have two sides—one masculine and one feminine—that are activated depending on the person facing us, or are we one of the two things we strive to become in our lives?
Her voice is deep like a man's, her body is built like a wrestler's & when she wears a strap-on, she tears those girls apart! If you look past the blonde hair, the manicured nails and take a closer look, you're dealing with a woman who's built like a man.
The truth is, I could always spot the tomboy in Phoenix beneath the doll-like exterior!
I always used to tell my bestie that I wished Phoenix Marie had been a classmate of mine, because then she could have taught me the secrets of love! The irony is that she once said she was a tomboy who used to wrestle with the boys! How did that tomboy transform into a blonde bimbo?
That is exactly how I picture her in hotel rooms when the married guy who’s been regularly screwing her for over a decade now shows up. Am I jealous? Not really, because I’ve become the little princess she’s dying to fuck! I awakened her masculine energy; now she’s my hubby & I’m her little girl!
No, my bestie isn't married. She screws married men! She doesn't need a cucky by her side. She needs a couple of studs who’ll pin her down & rail her!
Among the various things my bestie and I have discussed and done, I’ve shown her porn & introduced her to anal sex. My latest influence on her was introducing her tο interracial porn & BBC. Here’s her lookalike enjoying one! I hope my babe gets to enjoy one soon, too!
I'm absolutely blown away by the resemblance! It's like she's her cousin! Love you, bestie!
The first time I realized for myself that I was a lesbian was at the age of 23, during my first serious relationship with a woman who was nine years older than me. I would often look at her with adoration and admiration. At some point, I felt that I wanted to be like her & to be her girlfriend!
When I watched that scene with my wife, I recognized my own essence in those women & their relationship. I am a woman through and through who loves older, dominant women. I am no different from a lesbian—the only difference being that I cultivated a masculine image rather than a feminine one!
When I was a child visiting archaeological museums, I would always gaze at the male statues. Should I have realized from that that male bodies were my fetish?
No, I didn't become dynamic, fearless, or independent! On the contrary, there was no wife or partner more devoted than me! So, what was the problem? Not getting fucked? That was something I was psychologically prepared for!
I grew up with the mantra of being formidable, fierce, autonomous, and independent—yet at the first major turn in life, it turned out I wanted to be deeply connected, devoted, committed, and intensely dependent on a dynamic personality who would make me feel beautiful, desired, and safe!
Some boys adore their mothers and the matriarchy. And some women adore boys who reject their fathers and the patriarchy, choosing instead to become like them. It is truly wonderful when these women take such boys under their wing.
Another favorite spot of my old friend for having sex is the bathroom. I wonder, watching this video, what she would want more: to be the blonde woman or her lover?
Twenty years ago, she was the colleague I was sleeping with behind the backs of our boss and the girlfriends I had at the time. Today, that same woman is the lover who wants to screw me on the kitchen counter, behind the backs of her boyfriend and my wife...
When I grew taller than 5'9" during my teenage years, I used to think I couldn't feel like a woman. When I see Bella, I remember just how silly and wrong I was!
Daisy is the ultimate icon for all those boys who embraced matriarchy and adopted a feminine lifestyle and aesthetic. She teaches us that one can choose to be a woman—beautiful and cool—amidst so many boorish men and such rampant machismo.
