My Transformation from an alpha male into a pussy

Life is what is happening, while your are busy planning different things...

I used to be an alpha male, Biker, Rocker, and was riding motorcycles side by side with 1%er and i enjoyed it for more than Since the 90s. 1992 I met the girl which became my wife, big love, my soulmate, we spent more than 20 years with a beautiful ife, there have been ups and downs, but 1 thing never changed , we were always loving each other, and always will, hopefully. We became grandparents and I thought we would spend the rest of our lifes together..

A thing we frequently realised was, that our way and decisions often different to what society calls normal, and really feel comfortable for us, not because of we were special, just different somehow... But I never expected anything even close to the to the things we were heading, on.

For many relationships the reason to crash is, because the love was gone... Never happened to us, but for some reason I my sexual needs were gone without making me missing something, I didn't even realise that our sex life wasnt existing anymore...
My wife was really struggling with this situation, I was totally understanding, but didn't find a solution.

The more time went by without something changing I thought I had become asexual, but some times life sucks and is not following the direction you thought it would...

So I wasnt surprised, when she told me in 2015 she is was missing too much to be able to go on like this, but that is been already 10 Years, was shocking and made me feel responsible and sad for her. After few months we had a consensual divorced, we still were in contact none was angry, because it was none's fault. So stayed being friends, very close friends( it felt more like the relationship existing between twins), still loving each other. Guess she knew long time before me, what I didn't want to see or admit to myself...
I knew there are some bisexual fantasies and my spandex fetish interests, but I never seriously thought about realizing my fantasies, to not take any risk for our marriage, and relationship at all. Now I was living alone, so all barriers and reasons why I pushed these thoughts away were gone. What was I waiting for, now or never. And suddenly the felt that I wanted to tell my best friend... my ex wife. I really had to command all my courage, but I did it, and her reaction blew me away.

She started supporting and encouraging me, to on my first steps towards dating men. The power I got from having her on my side helped a lot, and we even started spending more time together, talking girl about our dates, the sex and their cocks we rode on the weekend^^ At this point, it felt like everything is turning into the right direction, I considered myself as bisexual and I knew that my "Spandex Fetish" wasn't the whole picture, at home and before sex dates I was asking if its wearing nylons, corsets and some other dessous would be possible, and it felt ok. Honestly the circumstances where already shouting GAY, but I wasn't ready for this step, but I was exited and curious looking forward to find out who I am, soon (what was totally wrong:)))

What I didn't knew was, that the whole picture I had about my sexual orientation, my taboos and even what I thought to know about my personality. The only thing I found out quick was, that some things and my mindset were maybe relocating, my estimation about new sexual experiences and my definitely untouchable taboos, often turned out wrong, ok...undiscovered territory. But it was the same with reactions assigned to personality and character. What I didn't knew was, that the totally insane and unstoppable roller coster, my life would become was just starting

6 Months later destiny brutally made me loosing her a second time...forever :'( 2016 she passed away much too early at the age of 45 by an aneurysm in her head. It happened without any indication, the illusion having life under control was blown away from one minute to the other. The ground beneath my feet was ripped away. I needed several months to get back on my feet, and finally lost my job and almost the house. All these sad things changed my life and thinking.

The only thing we might have some control is the current moment, and we never know how much, or even if there will be time left later, no matter if it is just a dream, telling somebody how you feel or something else! Is it important do / say / take care about it NOW! We all know that, but very often we are acting like the average age of 70 or 80+x would be guaranteed.


So it happened when the first real cock was entering my pussy, I realized that I found my purpose of life, and I never r is a submissive girl for men...and i love being a sweet sextoy, only existing 4 mens pleasure...

So I made the decision, that the time has come, to stop hiding, restricting and hurting myself, just because I didn't want to loose friends, other people maybe wouldn't, or would not want to understand. But such people aren't a loss, good friends are friends because we are who we are, and not because they like what happens in our bed!