Bed princess / Deborah dommed

This picture of my heroine Kate Beckinsale represents visually how I feel when I am in bed princess mode, like now for instance.

Not 'I'm so sexy, I can get you', but 'I'm so full of sexy feelings'. Not sex object but sex subject.

Princess of my own bed, and totally given over to soft, sensual feelings that well up from the depths of my psyche into a delicious femme sexiness that pulses through my blood and completely takes me over.

Dominated by my own sexual feelings. Squealing, writhing, kicking in ecstatic helplessness.

 Yummm!

And oh, that's me in those eyes, Deborah looking out from sheer sexy delight to see you looking at me. It takes two to...

Transformed, enblooded

Deborah finds new beauty.

Pink Riot

Ooooh, a femme riot is going on inside of me. The old guard are losing control. Stiletto heels are stamping on  law and order. Dignitaries are being tied up in fishnet stockings. Femme revolutionary slogans are being daubed all over parliament in garish lipstick.

Will Deborah be pushed down the stairs of her own descent, to become a

?

On second thoughts

Hello again.

I renege on my closure of this blog. I shamefacedly admit that I have changed my mind.

If this irritates you feel free to hit me over the head with your handbag.

The decision to close it actually reignited my enthusiasm for online crossdreaming discourse.

So much for resolve. The resolve was mirror brother's idea. Well, I have tied him up, written 'I am a girl' all over his chest in red lipstick  and gagged him with a pair a pink panties. He likes that really.

Oh, I am not in control of this thing. I can respond to where I find myself on the descent with grace and honesty, but

I AM NOT IN CONTROL OF THIS THING.

Farewell again

So many internet initiatives peter out without a word. It's understandable: if there is motivation for a final word, there's probably sufficient motivation for at least keeping the option open to carry on.

That's not my way, though. The energetic flow of the descent has declined - at least quantitatively - to a dribble. So no more decline, here's a neat ending, perhaps overdue.

My interest in life in cyberspace is currently at a low. Deborah may resurface, perhaps under a new name, perhaps still as Deborah, but the descent ends here.

Blessings to all crossdreamers. I celebrate our transcendence of gender constraints, and our special sexuality.

Thanks, love and kisses to loyal readers.

Byeeee,
Deborah xxxxx