This is the story of my first experience, which began in 1987. We were very young parents, in Rochefort, a beautiful accommodation, my wife had her job.And me, professional transfer to Finistère... Hard, hard!It was impossible for my family to follow me there, so I left alone, having found a little accommodation that was rather shabby, but above all not expensive. I came home on the weekend by train, a real hassle.No internet, no cell phone, the evenings were very long.Since I was very young, I had these fantasies of bisexuality and cross-dressing which only grew with my loneliness. On the evening program, very often, masturbation to relieve the pressure a little.At the start of the month, I'm going to buy Union, a good read! next to it, a pile of magazines of libertine ads, Déclic Ouest, I think, libertine ads, naughty, find your partner etc etc. I let myself be tempted, and immediately upon returning to my little home, I tear the plastic that covered the magazine and threw it at me, excited.sections, hetero, bi, homo, submission, sm, etc. Lots of beautiful ads, some with photos, something to read... and write!The following evenings, I spent my time writing around thirty letters in response to interesting advertisements, couples, active men, 2 or 3 masters looking for submissives.The following week, I continued to write and even sent out an announcement for the next issue.I also began to wait for answers very feverishly because I expected a bit of everything, and nothing!The first responses began to arrive, Couples, often negative, looking for other couples, women, but not single men, Gay people looking for trav, I didn't match their search, because they wanted real trans people, made up and everything, not me ...

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