Gay Blind dates
Hi Friends, I have some of BEST of best dates in Chennai during my visit there... and those were BLIND dates.... Amazing unbelievable guys I have met without seeing their face before meeting and those are some of top *** n romantic dates I had in life. I will share more details soon, but want to hear your stories and experiences.. be it good or bad! Reply/Post a comment
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Aarif2018 | Posted On Jun 25, 2025
Curious and waiting for ur experience revealing post |
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vinisissy | Posted On Jul 4, 2025
recently I had road side pimp based on my top kink and It went wonderfull and unbelivable feelings. Will post my experience soon |
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ChennaiTwink | Posted On Jul 5, 2025
Two days leave
Can we go somewhere and have fun as group
Inside chennai? |
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vinisissy | Posted On Jul 6, 2025
Last weekend was wild. One of my gay friends came to Chennai for a short vacation and invited me to the drag pride party at Shadows Bar & Kitchen. I didn’t want the media attention at the main Pride Walk, so I skipped that—but baby, I needed that night energy. 💃
I got a chance to clean-shave and dress up like the sissy I am—tight crop top, fake bra, transparent feminine hoodie, a short skirt, skinny leg stockings, and my flat chastity locked tight 🔒. Some eyeliner, nose pins, a little makeup—after so long, I finally felt like a girl. A slutty, ready-to-serve one.
The drag show was fun. I danced, flirted, rubbed against hot tops, and even grabbed a few bulges while grinding. The place was crowded, so no serious action, but I was dripping *** already.
After the party, I left with my Dom—he’s my bull. We hit the road for a night ride. I kept playing with his *** during the drive, sneaking in some car blowjobs wherever we slowed down. At one point, he put a leash on my neck, pulled up my skirt, and made me walk along the Outer Ring Road like his ***. No hoodie, just my girly dress and that leash. Lorry drivers watched me, flashed lights, and I got so wet in my mind. It was so humiliating… and so hot. 😩
Then we stopped near Ambattur Highway where some trans girls were standing. We saw lorry drivers approaching them for quick ***—300 for BJ, 500 for ***. My Dom got this filthy idea… he looked at me and said:
“Tonight, I’m pimping you out too.”
I was nervous but so damn ***. He edged me hard in the car, showed me ***, and kept whispering how slutty I’d look serving strangers. I gave in.
He stopped at a broken bus stand on a service road nearby, about 1 km away from the trans spot. He told me to touch up my makeup, put on fresh lipstick, and stand there like a real sissy ***. Hoodie off. I stood alone. Nervous. Heart pounding. Every second felt like a mix of shame, thrill, and dirty desire.
Two guys saw me, made a U-turn, and came near. They asked,
“Shemale ah?”
I smiled and said, “No… I’m a sissy gay boy… soft and ***.”
They asked how much. My Dom, hidden nearby, spoke in my earphone:
“100 for BJ. No ***. With condom.”
They agreed. One guy said, “Trans ask more… but you… you’re a lucky catch, machi.” I guided them to our car.
I gave them head with a condom but honestly, I hate rubber—I love the raw taste of ***. They begged me to do it without. I hesitated, but they showed test results, IDs… and they were young, clean college boys.
So I went raw. And god, that young *** was thick, hot, and yummy. I got into full *** mode. My *** worked like a pro. I deepthroated, licked their balls, moaned like a hungry *** toy. Two *** in my face, switching between them—messy, loud, *** as ***. 😈
My Dom joined too. I licked his *** in front of them while stroking the other two. One guy grabbed my hair and face-*** me until he splashed *** all over my face. Then the other followed. Hot loads dripping down my cheeks and nose. I was soaked in *** cream.
They threw ₹200 at me in heat and one guy slid ₹50 into my chastity cage. Then… one of them spit on my face and said:
“You’re such a dirty *** whore. Your guy’s lucky—he can sell you anywhere.”
It stung. Humiliating… but also insanely arousing. 💦
I cleaned up, changed clothes, but deep inside, I missed that *** on my face. I didn’t swallow this time—safety first—but god, I wanted to.
He dropped me near my home. I got inside, still feeling the scent of ***, the heat of spit, the ache of need. |
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