A very confusing experience
Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:33 am
I had not intended to post about this episode and am still feeling very nervous about doing so now, but I find that it is playing on my mind, and it is something that I really can't talk to anyone else about so here goes. It may be that due to the nature of the post moderators may want to move it, but I'm not sure about where to put it.
Last month during a period of very hot weather here in the UK I had a long drive, so took advantage of the situation and dressed comfortably, in this case that means my white floaty summer dress with just bra and panties under, with a pair of lowish heeled orange/tan pumps. (this is the dress I am wearing in my latest picture in the gallery) When dressed I like to have my nails polished and obviously need to be made up. Mostly I was comfortable, and not anticipating any interaction other than maybe with the staff at a coffee stop.
As I said it was hot, and the traffic was bad, the M4 just ground to a halt as it can, on this occasion I think it was an accident ahead. Getting fed up I pulled off the motorway and took to less major road. Feeling the need for a cup of tea I looked for a tea shop in all the villages I passed, but with no luck (did I mention it was a Sunday) I didn't want to stop at a pub on my own, I'm not that confident. Passing Runnymead I remembered that there is a refreshments stand, fairly basic but with seats outside, some in the shade some in the sunshine. By now I really wanted a cup of tea so I stopped, bought my tea and sat down. As I parked my car and got out I did notice a man in a nearby car paying me quite a lot of attention, I just smiled and carried on.
After a while the same man came up to where I was sitting and asked if he could join me, not wanting to cause any type of scene, and quite liking the opportunity for Paula to interact with someone who wasn't being paid to be nice I welcomed him. We chatted for a while exchanged names, it was all very friendly, then I slowly realised I was being chatted up (hit on for the Americans) and rather liked the experience. I liked the attention, the flattery, the feeling of being desirable, and when he started to put his hand on my bare arm and my hand I rather liked that as well. I tried to be discouraging, but maybe I didn't try hard enough, I told him I was married and had no intention of doing anything other than chatting.
Of course he had intentions well beyond chatting, somehow, I'm still not sure how we ended up in the back of his car necking, and when I felt his hands exploring more I was equally horrified and excited. If time and the risk of public exposure had not been issues I don't know how far I would have gone, but the fact that we indulged in some pretty "heavy petting" makes me think that I may have gone all the way.
My issues around this are
1/ how could I let myself get into a situation like that to start with
2/ was it just that he made me feel like "a real woman", was it curiosity, or what.
3/ I enjoyed the experience, I enjoyed the attention, I enjoyed the physical aspects, ( just relating the experience now is raising my blood pressure)
4/ If time hadn't intervened I am sure I would have succumbed to his invitations to "spend a night" with him.
5/ I have always considered myself to be totally heterosexual, and have always been faithful to my wife, even though we have not enjoyed a sexual relationship for quite some years now.
6/ I now know that it is not true what they say about black men
7/ I was not particularly attracted to the man, more the experience.
I know that this sounds a bit like some fantasy related on Fiction mania, but I am more than a little confused by what I did, or allowed to be done to me. Not least that I was (and still am to a certain extent) excited about being in a sexual situation with a man. I am quite sure that this is an aspect of being Paula, when I am "him" there is no way I would do anything like this, but then I didn't think I would as Paula either. I have told my wife and my friends who know about Paula, that A I am not woman trapped in a man's body, I will not transition, and B I am not gay, I am happily married totally heterosexual family man. both of which I always thought were true. Does this mean that I have homosexual / bisexual tendencies, or that Paula is a real woman and heterosexual ( if so then she is also a bit easy! which is also worrying)
I had always felt that I could indulge my need to dress fem, sometimes wearing quite feminine clothes while not presenting as a woman, because I was secure in my self identity and my sexuality. This experience has undermined my whole sense of self identity.
I didn't risk giving him my phone number, but did take his, I have thought about ringing but have resisted, and the names we exchanged are not our real names (I am quite sure). I think I can consider this episode closed, but what will I do next time? especially if the man is more attractive (personality or physical).
I hope to go to my local support group this weekend, but I don't know anyone there well enough to want to talk about this, so it's up to up you sisters.
Last month during a period of very hot weather here in the UK I had a long drive, so took advantage of the situation and dressed comfortably, in this case that means my white floaty summer dress with just bra and panties under, with a pair of lowish heeled orange/tan pumps. (this is the dress I am wearing in my latest picture in the gallery) When dressed I like to have my nails polished and obviously need to be made up. Mostly I was comfortable, and not anticipating any interaction other than maybe with the staff at a coffee stop.
As I said it was hot, and the traffic was bad, the M4 just ground to a halt as it can, on this occasion I think it was an accident ahead. Getting fed up I pulled off the motorway and took to less major road. Feeling the need for a cup of tea I looked for a tea shop in all the villages I passed, but with no luck (did I mention it was a Sunday) I didn't want to stop at a pub on my own, I'm not that confident. Passing Runnymead I remembered that there is a refreshments stand, fairly basic but with seats outside, some in the shade some in the sunshine. By now I really wanted a cup of tea so I stopped, bought my tea and sat down. As I parked my car and got out I did notice a man in a nearby car paying me quite a lot of attention, I just smiled and carried on.
After a while the same man came up to where I was sitting and asked if he could join me, not wanting to cause any type of scene, and quite liking the opportunity for Paula to interact with someone who wasn't being paid to be nice I welcomed him. We chatted for a while exchanged names, it was all very friendly, then I slowly realised I was being chatted up (hit on for the Americans) and rather liked the experience. I liked the attention, the flattery, the feeling of being desirable, and when he started to put his hand on my bare arm and my hand I rather liked that as well. I tried to be discouraging, but maybe I didn't try hard enough, I told him I was married and had no intention of doing anything other than chatting.
Of course he had intentions well beyond chatting, somehow, I'm still not sure how we ended up in the back of his car necking, and when I felt his hands exploring more I was equally horrified and excited. If time and the risk of public exposure had not been issues I don't know how far I would have gone, but the fact that we indulged in some pretty "heavy petting" makes me think that I may have gone all the way.
My issues around this are
1/ how could I let myself get into a situation like that to start with
2/ was it just that he made me feel like "a real woman", was it curiosity, or what.
3/ I enjoyed the experience, I enjoyed the attention, I enjoyed the physical aspects, ( just relating the experience now is raising my blood pressure)
4/ If time hadn't intervened I am sure I would have succumbed to his invitations to "spend a night" with him.
5/ I have always considered myself to be totally heterosexual, and have always been faithful to my wife, even though we have not enjoyed a sexual relationship for quite some years now.
6/ I now know that it is not true what they say about black men
7/ I was not particularly attracted to the man, more the experience.
I know that this sounds a bit like some fantasy related on Fiction mania, but I am more than a little confused by what I did, or allowed to be done to me. Not least that I was (and still am to a certain extent) excited about being in a sexual situation with a man. I am quite sure that this is an aspect of being Paula, when I am "him" there is no way I would do anything like this, but then I didn't think I would as Paula either. I have told my wife and my friends who know about Paula, that A I am not woman trapped in a man's body, I will not transition, and B I am not gay, I am happily married totally heterosexual family man. both of which I always thought were true. Does this mean that I have homosexual / bisexual tendencies, or that Paula is a real woman and heterosexual ( if so then she is also a bit easy! which is also worrying)
I had always felt that I could indulge my need to dress fem, sometimes wearing quite feminine clothes while not presenting as a woman, because I was secure in my self identity and my sexuality. This experience has undermined my whole sense of self identity.
I didn't risk giving him my phone number, but did take his, I have thought about ringing but have resisted, and the names we exchanged are not our real names (I am quite sure). I think I can consider this episode closed, but what will I do next time? especially if the man is more attractive (personality or physical).
I hope to go to my local support group this weekend, but I don't know anyone there well enough to want to talk about this, so it's up to up you sisters.