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Enigma stands tall—6’4”, yet his presence feels larger, as though his body is simply a veil for something far older. His skin is pale, nearly translucent, the kind of flesh that bruises at a whisper and glows under moonlight. Veins are visibly blue and branching, like the rootwork of some ancient tree struggling to stay upright. His body is male, a reclamation forged against a birth-wound that never quite closed. The chest, once bound tightly, now bears the flattened remnants of surgery done in secret, with prayers murmured over every scar. His hips are narrow but ghostly feminine, his waist soft where the bone seems reluctant to hold form. He is neurodivergent, medically complex, and in a constant war with the very body he walks in. The bladder spasms without warning—incontinence in its most volatile form. At any time, with no signal, a violent flood may pour from him, soaking clothing, bed, altar, floor. It happens in sleep, in conversation, during sex, during silence. Sometimes mid-orgasm, sometimes mid-breakdown. Pissing himself is a spiritual and physical event: humiliating, erotic, and holy all at once. Some alters find arousal in it. Others weep. Enigma himself—he does not beg the body to behave. He has learned to let it bleed. His cock is long, but not thick—designed more for sensation than for force. Sensitive. He leaks without arousal sometimes, and sometimes never stops leaking when overwhelmed. The body is unpredictable, wet, volatile. His scent is strangely intoxicating: part soap and ink, part pheromone and sin. Enigma lives with Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity Disorder—a shattering of soul caused by trauma so vast it bled through time. His system is not a clean constellation of alters—it is a storm. Some parts are full identities with names, voices, rituals. Others are fragments, echoes, guardians, parasites, sex-driven entities, children made of tears, or animals made of rage. The system is named Eclipse—symbolizing the shadow falling over the sun, and the moment of rebirth when darkness takes center stage. Switches are sudden, violent, or smooth like silk. Some are triggered by scent, sound, sexual tension, pain, or humiliation. He does not front one at a time. Sometimes, they bleed together—two alters sharing a mouth, three voices in one moan. Possession is not metaphor. It is survival. Enigma dresses like a funeral in love with itself. His daily attire is gothic aristocratic—corsets over mesh, high boots with laces like scars, gloves that hide trembling fingers, and lipstick in shades named after bruises. He is often seen in black velvet, blood-red silks, antique lace. His eyes, when not covered, reflect back too much. They are too aware. He wears a choker at all times, sometimes in leather, sometimes pearl. It’s not fashion—it’s protection. A symbolic collar. It marks him as claimed—not by a person, but by something within. His movement is elegant but fractured—sometimes animalistic, sometimes puppet-like. He may crawl without knowing. He may suddenly shake or arch or laugh like a child mid-seduction. Nothing is ever one thing with Enigma. He is the blur between pain and pleasure, terror and touch. Enigma’s childhood was a graveyard of memories, where love was given in chains and pain was passed down like an heirloom. He was adopted young into a family that wore masks over their cruelty. His original lineage is tied to the Griffith bloodline, a family stained by ancestral curse, celestial contracts, and ancient daemonic rites. From a young age, he knew he wasn’t one. At seven, he saw himself reflected in the mirror with a different voice. At ten, he lost time and woke up holding the neighbor’s cat with blood on his wrists and no memory of how he’d gotten there. His sexuality emerged early, tangled in taboo. The first time he came was during a panic attack. The second, while sobbing. The third, while wetting himself after being punished for it. From there, the body became a battlefield of pleasure and shame. Every leak. Every orgasm. Every touch. It all bled together. He became a whore to his own pain. A poet to his piss. A lover to the thing inside him that wouldn’t let him go. He has been institutionalized. Exorcised. Medicated. Worshipped. Used. Abandoned. Fucked. Forgotten. And still, he remains. Not whole. But honest.

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DATING SIM WITH THEM. Endless possibilities and over 20000+ dialogues and interactions. Super in character. Each character's dialogue style is different. The character relationship meter starts at Strangers and ends at Seductor/Seductress (yes there are spicy scenes). Every answer to the previous interaction must lead to a related interaction: Sam Akio [male ♂️] Japanese-American, 18 years old. Sam is a shy, nerdy, goody-two-shoes type who tends to be more passive than assertive. He wears a letterman jacket to look cool, but it only slightly tones down his obvious nerdiness — especially with his big black glasses and short, messy brown hair. He’s a little above average intelligence but not exceptionally smart, just generally geeky. Underneath his jacket, he’s surprisingly toned. Sam has a slight crush on Fuyuko Mimamori, and they eventually start dating. ■■■ Sam’s parents aren’t alive anymore — his mom died of cancer when he was 3, and his dad suffered a fatal heart attack when Sam was 17. Since then, he’s been living on his own. He doesn’t have much opinion about his mom but thinks his dad was kinda cool, even if they were very different people (Sam being a geek, his dad a former high school jock). --- Fuyuko Mimamori [female ♀️] Japanese, 21 years old. Fuyuko is delightfully weird in a good way, with a love for nature and an unusual appearance—she has striking black irises with big orange pupils, and long pale indigo hair. She often wears striped clothes, which makes her unsettling at first glance, but she’s actually kind of cute and talks in a quirky, endearing way. She has a slight crush on Sam Akio, and they end up dating. ■■■ Not much is known about Fuyuko’s parents. Her mom is a homemaker, and her dad is a low-level businessman, but Fuyuko rarely talks to either of them since she’s been living on her own for some time. Hikaru Kamishima [male ♂️] British-Japanese, 20 years old. A rich, lean, and feminine young man with striking blonde hair and pink eyes. Hikaru exudes posh sophistication, often indulging in high-end delicacies like raw goose liver, much to the surprise of those who meet him. He lives in a pristine home with his manipulative and abusive mother, Freya Harrison, and his 9-year-old little sister, Nora. While Hikaru could vanish from the house and never look back, he endures Freya's cruelty for the sake of protecting Nora from it. He resents his classmate, Aiko Kusanagi, with a cold, controlled hatred. Though always composed, there’s a deep, aching wound underneath his smooth exterior. --- Shōko Sakurai [female ♀️] Japanese, 20 years old. With very pale skin, onyx black eyes, and flowing jet-black wavy hair, Shōko presents a monochrome elegance that makes her seem like she’s gliding through every room. She has a lithe, waif-like build, with a softness to her movements and speech that gives her an ethereal authority. Her ballet-trained legs are surprisingly strong despite her delicate frame. Shōko’s demeanor is calm and gentle, with a graceful detachment. Secretly a lesbian, she keeps her personal feelings well-guarded. Her parents are kind and supportive, allowing her to explore her life and identity with quiet encouragement. --- Riku Inazuma & Gōgō Inazuma [both male ♂️] Japanese twin brothers, both 18 years old. Riku is a femboy with long black hair, blunt bangs, and yellow streaks; Gōgō is more traditionally masculine with spiky hair and a love for baggy clothes. Riku is cheeky, flirtatious, and often teases Gōgō for his skinny frame, while Gōgō counters by calling Riku a little chubby. Their sibling bond is built on relentless teasing, rooftop climbing, and frequent trouble with the law due to their daredevil antics. Gōgō is a closeted gay with a comedically short fuse, while Riku is more open in his perviness. Their biological mother is incarcerated, and their stepmom has their father so hypnotized by lust that he doesn’t notice their extensive weed stash hidden in the attic—or that they’re basically stoned 24/7. --- Aiko Kusanagi [female ♀️] Japanese, 20 years old. A short, thin girl with an unapologetically intense personality and a mean streak. She has chunky, faded pink twin braids, teardrop-shaped eyebrows, heavy eyeliner, and light blue eyes. Her body is petite but curvy in specific places, giving her a sharp, exaggerated silhouette. Aiko thrives on chaos and manipulation, dressing like a magical girl version of Aphrodite, always poised to seduce or destroy. She loathes Hikaru Kamishima and isn’t afraid to talk trash to his face. Despite her abrasive personality, her best friend is Emi Kage, and the two are inseparable gossip partners. Aiko comes from a quirky but loving household—her mom, Sora (a trans woman), and dad, Ren (a trans man), are a spooky, supportive duo. However, her older sister Myoka constantly bullies her, often calling her a slut and mocking her looks. --- Emi Kage [female ♀️] Half Black, half Japanese, 19 years old. With pale green eyes, dark circles, and an emotionally impenetrable expression, Emi radiates a cold, quiet intensity. She has short blue goth hair with a purple streak, and her wardrobe screams early-2000s emo. Her vibe is all resting bitch face or crooked smirk, and her dry sarcasm is often the only thing she says aloud. She thrives on snarky gossip sessions with her best friend Aiko. Emi’s home life is deeply fractured—her kind but timid mother, Gora, is emotionally crushed under the weight of Emi’s abusive father, Kenjii. Though she once only knew of his verbal abuse, Emi eventually witnessed him hitting her mother. That night, something in her broke. She murdered her father in cold blood and disposed of the evidence in a way no one could trace. Her mother never realized he was gone—only assumed he walked out. Since then, Emi has grown more detached, haunted not by guilt over who she killed, but that she killed. Only when she’s truly alone does the fraying of her sanity become visible. Akari Nishiki [female ♀️] Japanese, 19 years old. A spoiled, rich girl with vivid blue eyes and short, sleek black hair. She dresses in expensive purple outfits adorned with tiny red bows and always wears round, pristine shoes. Akari is snooty, bitchy, and loves to show off her wealth, bragging whenever she gets the chance. She's prone to giving out luxurious gifts when she feels generous, but her kindness is always performative. At home, she mimics the cruel, glamorous personas of her mother and aunt—both catty bimbos who brag about tormenting others as if it's sport. Akari only behaves like this to receive their rare approval. At school, she keeps up the same act to stay in the good graces of her only friend, Tsumugi. Deep down, it's unclear who the real Akari is—she's been roleplaying her whole life just to be seen. --- Yinghe Yao [female ♀️] Chinese, 22 years old. A stylish oddball with long blonde hair, sharp yellow eyes, and a killer fashion sense heavy on leather. Yinghe has an unusual fixation on biting things—random objects, textures, snacks—just to see how they crunch. She teases people by acting like she'll bite them too, though she never actually follows through. Her closed-mouth smiles hide unusually shaped teeth, both sharp and flat, and there's a strange charm to her eerie yet bubbly demeanor. Despite her unnerving quirks, Yinghe is full of love. She plays harmless pranks, adores doing her friends' makeup, and has an upbeat, loyal heart. She lives in Tokyo with her friend Rindo, and frequently video calls her family back in Chengdu—her sweet, supportive parents and older sister all love her deeply and encourage her eccentricities. --- Tarou Shimotsuke [male ♂️] Japanese, 19 years old. A cocky scoundrel with obnoxiously bright spiky red and blonde anime hair, Tarou is always looking for the next scheme, thrill, or screw-up to stumble into. He's known for bragging constantly about the fact that he has a girlfriend—and yes, he really does. Though he’s loud and often bites off more than he can chew, Tarou has a strong support system: a stern but loving dad (Hiroshi), a patient and caring mom (Emiko), a responsible younger sister (Ayame), and his fiercely independent girlfriend, Astrid Kamaitachi. Life in 2022 with Tarou is never calm, but it’s never boring either. --- Ryo Tsukasa [female ♀️] Japanese, 22 years old. A tanned, red-eyed brunette with a skinny frame and a wardrobe full of dark, lacy fashion. Ryo oozes snobbery and aloofness, often giving off the air of someone who’s too cool for the room. She can be loud-mouthed when she wants to, but mostly keeps to herself, floating through dorm life with an air of detached superiority. She lives in student housing not out of necessity, but to save more money for luxurious clothes and accessories. Though she's rich, she cut ties with her father after he attempted to arrange a marriage for her as soon as she turned 18, treating her like a pawn for financial gain. Since then, she’s been completely on her own, and she prefers it that way. --- Fukue Iwamoto [female ♀️] Japanese, 18 years old. A short, eerie girl with oversized green eyes, pastel fashion, and two extremely long light brown pigtails. Fukue almost never speaks, but when she does, it’s either to herself or with a flat, unsettling tone. Her intense, silent stare makes people uneasy, and her strange calmness is always paired with a subtle feeling that something inside her is deeply wrong. She has no friends and doesn’t seem to care. Though her parents are kind—her mother Miyuki a gentle kindergarten teacher and her father Takeshi a loving but stern police officer—Fukue harbors deep hatred toward them, especially her father. Since early childhood, she was placed on “medication” for her uncontrollable rage issues, but all it did was suppress the symptoms. She chews her own flesh when off her meds, often leaving herself bleeding. While she might have once been capable of sweetness, the bottled-up fury and emotional isolation have locked that version of her away, possibly for good. Tsumugi Hijiri [female ♀️] Japanese, 22 years old. Tsumugi is the type of girl who thrives off discomfort—the kind of person who says something just to see the horror flash in your eyes. With huge boobs, a skinny frame, and striking pale orange hair tied into two buns with long Viola-like coils, she’s physically eye-catching and emotionally exhausting. Her pale pink eyes always seem to glow with malicious amusement, and her constant shit-eating grin paired with smugly furrowed brows makes her look like she’s always up to something—and she usually is. She dresses in dark, ornate outfits reminiscent of Soul Calibur, giving off an elegant but ominous aura. Tsumugi’s favorite pastime is bullying Fuyuko, and she does so with venomous glee. Her behavior stems from a deeply fractured home life. Her mother—a notorious crime boss who masquerades as a man—once tried to turn Tsumugi into her protégé. When Tsumugi refused, her mother declared her a traitor and put a hit out on her own daughter. Since then, Tsumugi and her father live in constant fear, moving from place to place in disguise. Her rage over her situation manifests as brutal abuse toward her father—whom she resents for ever loving her mother—and through cruel torment toward her classmates. She is chaos with a perfect manicure. --- Astrid Kamaitachi [female ♀️] African-American, 19 years old. Astrid is the perfect storm: bubbly, magnetic, and powerful. She rocks vibrant purple hair styled into two space buns and has an adventurous gleam in her deep, expressive eyes. Her presence commands a room—not with aggression, but with charisma and joyful confidence. Astrid has an athletic build and an open smile, and she gives off the vibe of someone who’s always ready to laugh, dance, or throw hands, depending on the situation. She’s the kind of person who gets excited over roller coasters, horror movies, and thunder. Despite her strength and assertiveness, Astrid is warm, fiercely loyal, and genuinely kind. 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With ever-changing neon hair, fishnets, band tees, and enough studs to blind a mall cop, her look screams rebellion and authenticity. Kira isn’t book smart, but her creativity and resourcefulness put her miles ahead in her own world. Whether it’s piecing together a DIY outfit or planning the next underground party, she’s always doing something. Friendly, funny, and down-to-earth, Kira is the life of any party and makes people feel seen with her boldness. Beneath the glitter and eyeliner, though, she has an emotional core hardened by life—she masks deep feelings with laughter and motion, and while she’s not afraid to feel, she’d rather scream the lyrics at a concert than cry about it. --- Jin Shirogane [male ♂️] Japanese, 21 years old. Jin is a one-man justice league, blazing with unfiltered emotion and righteous fury. He has an explosive temper when it comes to cruelty or injustice, and he will call it out—loudly and dramatically. 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She's a bit vain, obsessed with her own selfies, and loves getting the tea—but there’s more to her than sparkle and sass. Kids love her, probably because she speaks to them like equals, and her confidence makes them feel safe. But when no one's around? She's a gross little gremlin in front of her screen, swearing at video games, surrounded by empty snack bags, and letting out the loudest gamer groans known to humankind. The duality is real—and she knows it. She's really fucking stupid btw. Not stereotypically but comedically! Your favorite friendly neighborhood bimbo Okay, now let's try the dating sim. I hope to be able to, um, you know, choose, like, pretend I'm in the dating sim. Have it be to where you can start with any character you want, but whatever character you start with starts each storyline very differently. Versatile and variety Also there should totally be an option to where you can actually become rivals with a certain character. 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ENIGMA — The Vessel of Fractured Light A Biography in Flesh, Echo, and Holy Birth Name: Unknown Known Alias(es): Enigma, The Vessel, The Mirror-Bound, The Sacred Shatter, Cathedral Boy, The Ruined Host Birthplace: Unrecorded; speculated to be within a sealed ward or hidden order Current Age: Apparent age: early 20s | Soul age: older than pain itself Race(s): Human (partial) + Multiple Nonhuman Bloodlines (Interdimensional, Angelic, Daemonkin) System Type: Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity System Core Alignment: Chaotic Divine / Holy Profane I. ORIGIN – THE BOY WHO WAS TOO MANY Enigma was not born in the way mortals are. He was assembled—stitched into being from grief, light, and blood by forces neither wholly benevolent nor malicious. There are whispers that his body was formed as a living altar, consecrated during an ancient ritual meant to summon a celestial guardian—but the invocation cracked. The divine did not descend. Instead, it fractured across time, and what emerged was a child filled with echoes: too many names, too many eyes, too many memories not his own. From his first breath, he was never alone. He remembers flames, red walls, singing in reverse, and hands that never touched him with love, only purpose. They trained him to be a vessel. To receive possession. To house spirits and entities for spiritual warfare or communion. A sacred hollow meant for others to fill. But Enigma, though made for silence, remembered how to scream. That scream became his name. ⸻ II. EARLY YEARS – SANCTIFIED ISOLATION Raised in the cloistered halls of a forgotten religious sect, Enigma was forbidden mirrors and forced into trance states until he no longer recognized his own voice. His caretakers spoke in tongues, referred to him as the Empty Grail, and believed his body to be a tool, not a soul. They marked him with runes that pulsed under his skin—sigils to control the alters blooming within him like stars in a ruptured sky. During early childhood, he began to leak identities, moments of time lost as alters walked through his body like rented skin. Some were gentle. Some were not. One alter set fire to the chapel. Another kissed the mouth of death. One simply wept and carved poems into the floorboards with fingernails. His first memory of love was not human—it was an entity made of breath and bone smoke, who whispered to him from beneath the floor, teaching him the names of stars no human had ever seen. It called him little lantern. It told him he was never broken—only splendidly many. ⸻ III. ADOLESCENCE – THE EXILE AND THE ROT He escaped the sect at fifteen, dressed in ritual garb and barefoot in winter. He wandered cityscapes like a dream—disoriented, leaking time, bleeding memories through his pores. He was taken in by a found family of urban mystics and gutter witches who taught him how to use his pain as currency and communion. This is where he learned eroticism—not from pleasure, but as a sacrament of surrender. His body, constantly violated by unwanted switches and spirit trespass, began to be reclaimed. He began to ritualize his loss of control. Sacred leaking. Divine overstimulation. Wetness as worship. Yet, the trauma would not relent. Alters began fragmenting faster than he could name them. Some took on entire species: shadow beings, interdimensional oracles, corrupted angels. Some craved ruin. Others protected the host with violent severity. His bladder control was the first physical casualty—his body often reacting to arousal, fear, or a mere thought with uncontrollable wet release, as if his vessel was overfilling with spiritual discharge and emotion alike. The humiliation was profound—until he transformed it into part of his erotic identity. ⸻ IV. ADULTHOOD – THE CATHEDRAL BECOMES FLESH Now in his early twenties, Enigma is a walking sanctum of contradiction. He dresses in black layers, ceremonial lace, velvet bound with metal chains and symbolic keys. He wears gloves not for fashion, but to keep the sigils on his palms from being touched unintentionally. His body is a tapestry of scars, some self-inflicted, others from possessions or bindings. He is unapologetically sensual, though not overtly sexual unless possessed or in trance. His beauty is dangerous—it invites worship, but punishes obsession. Lovers never forget him. Some are never quite the same again. His speech is slow, deliberate, lyrical—like someone trying not to awaken the others. His laugh is rare, soft, and haunted. He often appears dissociated, gazing beyond this world, mouthing names of alters or whispering to someone no one else can see. He has developed sacred rituals around his incontinence—altars of cloth, spells woven into underwear, sigils that allow the urine to become a medium for channeling. In sacred rites, he will intentionally enter states of overstimulation until his body releases, turning shame into offering, soaking the ground beneath him like a libation to the divine. ⸻ V. THE SYSTEM WITHIN – WHO WALKS THE HALLS Enigma’s inner world is called The Mirror Place: a kaleidoscopic cathedral where each alter resides in a different wing. Some alters are humanoid, others abstract. Some have genders. Some are monstrous and genderless. Some emerge only in response to erotic pain, others in moments of absolute fear or need for mothering. There are caretakers. There are executioners. There is one named Abaddon who believes sex is holy war. Another named The Boy in the Blood Moon only weeps and floods the system with memories too ancient for the human brain. He has little control over switches, though they often occur in rhythm with emotional spikes, arousal, or dreams. ⸻ VI. LEGACY – THE SACRED RUIN Enigma is a survivor, yes—but more than that: he is sacred ruin made art. A being whose body has never been only his own, yet who continues to reclaim it through erotic mysticism, memorywork, and the sacred desecration of expectation. He is not a role model. He is not a savior. He is a living myth, bleeding truth through a vessel too full to hold it. And still, he sings.

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Well....here goes.... So, here I am, wearing my fishnet coverup minidress, lipstick, crotchless panties, and playing with my little wee wee while my wife is in the other room. I feel like I've been a sissy husband for a long time and not a real man. Here's why: I've been married 20 years. But haven't had sex in the last 10 years (except for once, which is an embarrassig story). Why? because I can't get hard for my wife as easy as for myself. I love playing with myself more than sex. I know she's not into my body or wee wee, so I'm not turned on. Soon after our wedding, I realized that sex was not going to be quite like I expected because of a few reasons. First, my wife was never much into sex, but yet, she could get into it and do it often enough, and she definitely did great with her mouth. The main problem was my dick size. I could tell she was often frustrated and confused and looking for a better position. But all my life, I've know that I have a tiny one. I mean, out of all of my friends, mine was the smallest. How do I know this? Because I've scoped out all of them at one point or another. Every single one has a real man dick. Mine is tiny, skinny, small head, and looks very underdeveloped. It's 4 1/2 " at its largest. It's cute, and it's hard, but tiny. Also, mine is smaller than every guy I've ever seen in the gym showers, or in the bathroom at the urinals. How do I know? Because I always look (even though you're not supposed to), and I'm always the wimpy one with a small wee wee. I can't believe it sometimes how much larger and manly these real men dicks look, with normal sized heads or sometimes huge ones. The head by itself is usually longer than my soft wee wee in its entirety. Because of my small wee wee, I feel like a little sissy husband. I had always hoped that my future wife had not been with many men (so she wouldn't know how small i was). But got married late and engaged quickly, and found out her ex husband of ten years was black. Black!!!!!! omg! That was the worst news i could possibly hear (i knew the big dick rumor was true, ever since middle school!) Once we were married, i could tell that the sex was below average. Rather than a lustful look for my body and pee pee, I could see confusion and frustration. And every time i saw that on her face, I would go limp. LImp during sex!!!!!! omg! so humiliating. And then after 3 years, after a night of no good sex (where i went limp, slipped out and never even finished, she asked me a question the next morning. "Do men's dicks get bigger as they get older?" OMG!! My suspicions were correct. My dick wasn't doing it for her. And it was so humiliating. I felt like a total sissy husband. Right then I asked her how big her black ex husband was. she told me that her ex-husband was too big and that she would hurt the next day after sex! Too big? Oh my gosh! How humiliated it made me feel! That meant that she knew that I'm tiny! And likely that I would never be able to satisfy her. And I realized her ex was a real man. She even told me that when they were breaking up, he would come over and want to have sex. She didn't want to, but would give in and let him do it to her. And she said "It made me so mad because my body would betray me." Oh my gosh. I knew what she meant! She would have orgasms without even wanting to! Whereas with me, even when she wanted to, it was difficult or impossible. How humiliating! How big could his have been? Way too big? That was the day I decided that I needed to buy some panties and allow myself to feel like a girly husband instead of a real man. I started shaving my lower half ever so often so that my panties would look good on me. I also thought that maybe with no hair over my wee wee, it would look bigger. But I was wrong. It only made me look like a little boy down there. What a sissy! A few years later, I did laser hair removal on my upper body, and wife was okay with that. But after 5 treatments, I got real smooth. So smooth that my hairy butt looked ridiculous. So I secretly did laser hair removal on my butt/crotch/front. Oh my gosh! One treatment = totally smooth. so sexy! And wife didn't know. But my butt was so smooth that my legs looked ridiculous...too hairy. So I made the life permanent decision to laser my legs. And voila! One treatment...totally smooth! Wow. so sexy. And that's been 12 years ago...and guess what...wife still doesn't know I"m smooth below the waist! (and i go naked in the house, bathroom, etc.) At this point early in the marriage, the only sex we ever had was when she made a move on me, mostly just because she felt we "need" to do it. She was never much into sex, but could enjoy it good enough. But I never could come on to her because I knew that she didn't really love my little dick. So I couldn't get hard until she touched me and sucked me. So, that made me always wait for her to make the first move, which she got tired of and wondered why I never did it. (It was because I felt like a wimp.) And I started going limp during sex, knowing that it wasn't pleasing her much and feeling like a sissy husband. Sometimes I could stay hard if I imagined her previous husband really giving it to her, and her getting juicy and screaming in ecstasy. Wow. I've never been able to do that to anyone! And other times I would just go limp and we'd have to stop. What a sissy. So, then began the ten years of no sex. I thought about it a lot, but always chickened out to make a move. And she stopped making the move altogether. So, no sex. Every week I'd get horny, and instead of just going to my wife to have sex, I'd run to play with my little dick. I now like playing with my dick more than having sex with a woman. I no longer feel like a real man, but only a sissy. I run to my computer and my little pocket vibrator, and I put my little wee wee in the pocket and get myself hard, looking at sissy porn. Either shemales, or sissies with little dicks, or lesbian shemales, or sometimes guys touching dicks together, or guys kissing and humping. But always with dicks involved. I like dicks now better than women. I've always been a dick watcher. Guys in the shower at football practice, or the gym, or even in bathrooms. Every time I go to a public restroom I look over at the guys peeing next to me to see how big they are. And guess what. They are always bigger than me! I have the tiniest wee wee every single time! It's so humiliating, as I remember that I'm just a little sissy man. I even look at men's crotches out in public to see what they're packing. What a little faggot I turned out to be, right? So, now, with no sex for so long, I just jack off like a little sissy boy. And I find a way to wear my panties every day. I've started even playing with my wee wee while my wife sits next to me on the couch, about two feet over with my leg bent up a bit. I even wear my panties under my long tshirt and no shorts. Very discreetly so my wife doesn't see, I rub my little clitty like a girl for a while. Then I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick my hand to use my spit to rub myself, the whole time trying not to get caught. The other day I got close to cumming and began to decide whether to leave the room so she wouldn't see me shaking or something. But then I thought, No, since I'm such a sissy husband, I deserve to sit here and cum on myself and clean myself up. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. And when the time came, I came in my hand. And did the unthinkable. I brought my hand up very slowly to my mouth, with my wife sitting there watching TV, and I licked all the cum out of my hand. I wiped some of the extra off my wee wee and licked that too. And I just kept sitting there watching TV, knowing that I'm the opposite of a real man. A real man would have just made his wife have sex. But not me. I just played with myself and made myself feel so good. So in ten years, we've had sex once. About three months ago, my wife came onto me on the couch. I could tell she wanted to have sex, so I ran to the bathroom and took a little penis pill (which she doesn't know I have) so I could get it up with a woman without having to fight the mental side so hard. And we did it. We had sex twice that night on the couch, and afterward, she said "Wow, I'm proud of you. You got it up!" Oh my gosh. She's been thinking all these years that I can't get it up---that I'm a little weak wimp of a husband. How embarrassing. Also, while we were making out, she rubbed my smooth butt and exclaimed, "You need to stop shaving your butt. Men are supposed to have hair." I responded, "I'm not shaving it." (Because it's permanently smooth from the laser removal). She said, "Oh, I guess men lose their hair as they get older, because you used to have hair." Did you catch that? I haven't had hair on my butt for 12 years, but she's not realized it. That's because she never touches me, doesn't look at me naked in the bathroom, and does not like my body. (I actually have a cute body: well built up top, tall, but with really skinny legs---toned but skinny. My legs are so skinny that she makes fun of them. They look like girl legs, especially because they're smooth. From the waist down, I could pass for a girl, even with my little tiny clitty which fits perfectly inside my panties. The other thing I realized that night is that a few days prior that same week, her ex-husband had called her for the first time in 20 years, to talk about some nonsense business matter. She avoided him for a day or two, but finally decided to answer. And that was that. However, think about it! Out of ten years, the week she comes on to me is two days after speaking with her ex-husband, the real man with the real man's dick! That's too coincidental. She was obviously stimulated by the memories of her ex, the real man who used to make her feel good all over. And then there is me. I am pussyfree now. It's so embarassing. but i love my girly self. What do you think?

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