Lustful Longings

Lately, for whatever reason, my libido has been running on overdrive.

And, that goes for both sides of my being.

Just yesterday I was sitting in a cafe, wearing a tank top and jeans, when I felt this guy brush against the back of my bare shoulders on his way by.  My skin was atingle, hoping he might stop and say hello…  sadly, to no avail…

Then, today, as a guy, I saw a movie trailer, and the vision of the porcelain-skinned Emily Blunt in a low-cut dress had me swooning, and fantasizing like an adolescent boy.

Why my hormones are on high-alert is a mystery to me, and more surprising is the male side.

For most of the last few years, my sexuality has been dominated by my feminine perspective.  Excepting my GF of course, the somewhat crudely-framed epithet: “rather be her than be with her” has been pretty much on the mark for me, when confronted with a beautiful woman.

So, imagine my surprise when these masculine sexual thoughts jumped to the fore…

In the same vein, there have been recent episodes where I have regressed to seeing myself as a feminine object of desire as distinguished from just my girl self.  I can’t remember feeling that way since the first days of my crossdressing.

Just goes to show that my feminine development is anything but a straight line.