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I'm Clark Bent, successful psychologist, published authority, respected intellectual and utter fake. A mere seamless façade veiling a purpose and a mission engineered in another world, a covert task to reach inside humanity's surpressed or forgotten primal drive. My camper van (space craft) was so easy to handle, my mind wandered from the narrow lanes and over the stone wall, across the moor in search of calm and solitude. To heal, at least regroup after a successful but tiring season at the centre. Slowing for a tight bend, I almost missed the entrance to the Layby, a twinkle of vehicles ref… Read more

One Sunday, years after my first voyage into the world of secret crossdressing, I found myself once again, in the cubicle with the hole in the door. Accumulated on the walls were dozens of notes and numbers and requests for sex. Written by unknown men , the graphic descriptions of sexual acts were sometimes accompanied by lewd an explicit drawings of cocks and men wearing stockings with their asses dripping fluid. Some of the stories were lengthy and I was turned on by reading them. I would often sit there slowly masterbating in my fishnet stockings while imagining what it would be like to do… Read more

I was f******n, like every other testosterone fuelled adolescent, I was continually on the boil. There was no internet back then so my energies were focused on feeding my appetite by searching for anything sexual and deviant. Girlfriends at this age were nice but complex and although relationships were tender and wholesome, I developed a solo mission driven by my urges. Porn was OK, I had no problem buying magazines from the newsagents in the seaside town where I lived. Collections came with a passion and when the shame and fear of discovery mounted, they were disposed of secretly in rural o… Read more