My transvestite evenings at the hotel,

In the morning, after a short night's sleep, I hear a knock on the door from the girl who brings me my breakfast.
My heart races when I see in the reflections of my windows a pretty blonde entering my room.

Turning my back on her, I look outside so as not to disturb her.
Perched on my pumps, I feel a strong excitement at showing off myself in a basque.
Pretending to adjust my garters, I lean forward to reveal my anal jewel which is buried in my pussy.
The young woman places her tray on the desk without taking her eyes off me.

His eyes rest on my seamed stockings and my rump arched by my pumps, lingering on my panties which serve as a setting for my anal jewel.
After a pause, she finally leaves.

I think of the face my pretty blonde will make when she comes to clean my room in the morning and discovers this riot of lingerie in the bathroom.

I also leave my wig, my silicone breasts, my vibrator and my chastity cage lying around on my dressing table.
I have one last surprise in store for him by placing my cyclopean dildo which weighs more than a kilo in my bed.

I wrap her in the sheets so that she has to take it in her hands to make the bed.

Before leaving my room for a day of work, I place my alarm clock on my nightstand in which is hidden a wide-angle camera that is triggered at the slightest movement in the room.
It is with impatience that I will discover the reactions of my pretty maid this evening.

On rare occasions, I happen to share my bed with a venal transvestite friend.
Our lingerie fittings and our girl-on-girl play sessions give us intense moments of pleasure because we know that we can let go in a climate of trust.

During the night, I love that he makes me live out my fantasy by raping me while I sleep.
Pretending to sleep, I lie on my side so he can spoon me.
He likes this position which allows him to come and go in my kidneys without fatigue.
He starts by rubbing his penis along my line before placing his glans against my rosette.