Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Day Three of GLBT Month in The Crypt : Addicted to Charlie



Welcome to The Crypt for day three of GLBT month and today I am giving away TWO copies of my transsexual romance Addicted to Charlie.

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Addicted To Charlie by J.S. Morbius

Synopsis

Karl, a single man, meets and begins to date Charlie, a pre-op transsexual woman. Never having been gay in his life Karl journeys through confusion and lust, experiencing the delights of transsexual sex along the way, before realizing that Charlie is the perfect woman for him.

Chapter One

Charlotte, or Charlie as I called her, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. We met one night while I was out clubbing, getting over my third divorce, and we have been inseparable ever since. She was everything I wanted in a woman. When we first met she had been slightly overweight, nothing too drastic, but she had insisted on slimming down for me even though I didn't mind what she looked like. After all, my previous wives had all been – how should I say – curvaceous?
Her body was absolutely perfect. She was five feet, seven inches tall, had an incredible thirty-six C chest and an all-over tan. She had gorgeous brunette hair that draped around her shoulders, finishing halfway down her back. Her teeth sparkled when she smiled as she had never smoked or had any work done on them. Her eyes were a gorgeous green that always seemed to catch the light. Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention that between her legs, where she should have had a neatly trimmed pussy, she had a magnificent eight inch cock. You see my Charlie was a transsexual, and if anybody had ever said I would have ended up in this kind of relationship I would have laughed.
I never set out to end up in a relationship with a transsexual. I didn't even know she was one until we had been dating for a couple of weeks, as the most we had done was kiss. It was her that insisted on sitting me down and telling me, totally out of the blue one night when we had gone out for dinner. If I am going to be honest – and that would be the best way to be – I very nearly walked out of the restaurant there and then. Let me explain how it all came about.
For no other reason than I felt like it, I secretly booked a table at the restaurant. We had been getting on so well that I felt that maybe, instead of pubs and clubs, a nice quiet meal would make something of a nice change. As we sat eating I could sense that something was not quite right.
Normally Charlie was a bright and bubbly person, always laughing and joking, yet tonight she just sat quietly. She wasn't even eating her meal as she normally had when we were at either of our homes. She just picked and nibbled, not really making any attempt to actually finish her food. Eventually she put her cutlery down and pushed her plate away, looking at me almost apologetically.
"Is everything alright darling?" I asked her, slightly worried.
"Yes, the food's fine but I need to tell you something Karl." Charlie replied.
"That sounds ominous." I responded.
"It is something big and I don't know how you will react." Was all she said quietly, almost nervously.
"Come on darling, nothing can be that bad, just tell me."
"Just promise you won't get angry and start screaming and shouting please." She said fearfully, her voice a barely audible whisper.
"You are married aren't you?" I asked nervously, unsure what her reply would be.
"Please Karl, just promise." She pleaded.
"Okay, I promise baby."
Charlie sat there showing no emotion as she started to explain about her secret, but the more she spoke the more her eyes filled with tears. I too started to get a lump in my throat as she explained how, all her life, she had been ridiculed for being different. She told me all about the bullying she went through at school when – as a male – she felt so out of place having to change with the other boys. The things she told me no animal – let alone human being – should ever have to go through. The name calling, physical assaults and – on one occasion – being very nearly sexually assaulted.
Charlie told me that she had never felt the way she did about me with anyone else. Yes, she admitted, she had slept with men and even women before, but that was just sex. She told me she had even gone through a stage where she was selling her body to all different sorts of people just to get the money for the operation she so desperately craved, not even caring about the dangers. Charlie admitted that she would have done anything just to feel like a complete woman. I sat and listened intently and never said a word until she finally ended with the words that every man loves to hear, six little words that mean so much.
"I am in love with you."
It was then that the tears began to flow freely.
Moving my chair next to hers I put my arm around her shoulders, kissed her head, and before I knew it I had said the exact same words to her. Never again did I think I would utter that phrase. Not after everything I’d been through, and, especially not to someone who –for all intent and purposes – was legally a man. As my Charlie sat and cried her eyes out, I realized that I had meant every single one of those six little words and I wasn't just saying what she wanted to hear. Even after all the trauma of my divorces, and the countless promises I had made to myself about getting involved, I hadn't been able to stop myself falling for her in a big way.
So there we sat, man and transsexual, both of us with tears flowing freely. One of us crying through fear and trepidation, the other one shedding tears of happiness.
"None of that matters darling. It is okay." I found myself saying.
"But, I thought you would go mad or at least storm out." Charlie said tearfully.
"Maybe, if I hadn't fallen for you, I would have."
"Do you really mean that Karl?" She asked.
"Surprisingly, even after what you have told me, yes." I answered, kissing her head again.
"Karl thank you for being so understanding about this."
"Come on darling, let me take you home."
I paid for our food, helped Charlie with her coat and we both walked out of the restaurant into the warm summer night. We walked along the street arm in arm, Charlie letting her head rest on my shoulder, neither of us speaking. I know I had so much to say but I just wasn't sure how to. I understood why she had held back from telling me, she was scared, but now we had other problems to face. As I already mentioned I had never thought of having a same-sex relationship, yet here I was madly in love and I knew that at some point the issue of sex would come up.
I had thought about making love to her on more than one occasion and had even masturbated at the thought of her gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me until I ejaculated all over her perfect tits. I supposed that was still a possibility, but other dreams I had would never be able to happen, not with my Charlie. One thing that I had always enjoyed was licking and kissing a woman's pussy, the sweet smell of her sexual arousal filling my nostrils as I flicked at her clitoris with my tongue, her juices flowing onto my tongue.
Would I be able to live my life never tasting a woman's sweet pussy again? Then, what if she also wanted oral sex? It would mean masturbating and stroking her cock, and the only cock I had ever touched was my own, and then letting her slide it between my lips. Could I see myself sucking on a cock, running my tongue up and down the full length, making her cum? Then there was the actual intercourse. Sliding my hard cock deep into a woman's well lubricated pussy, pounding away, feeling my cum rise to the tip of my cock before ejaculating all over her stomach was a feeling that made sex complete. These were things that could never happen again, not while I was with my Charlie.
We carried on along the street, looking like any of the other couples walking arm in arm, no one knowing the truth. I was so proud to have this woman, my Charlie, on my arm. As far as I was concerned she was a million times better looking than any of the other women; to me she was perfect. So what if she had a cock, I really didn't care at all.
The thoughts of sex with her, despite her physical differences, had actually caused me a slight stiffening in my trousers. Then I had another thought about sex with Charlie. I knew that the only way we could make love, with penetration, would be anally, and I had only ever tried that once and failed abysmally. Another thing I realized was that no one had ever even touched my ass, but I assumed that Charlie would want to reciprocate the act. Would I be able to let her push even a finger, let alone her cock, into my ass?
Charlie suddenly stopped and stepped in front of me. She threw her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. The tears had made her makeup run yet she still looked like a million dollars to me. She carried on staring and I am sure she was trying to read my mind because she suddenly spoke.
"Karl, you know when we get home do you think we could make love?"
"I would love to darling but I will be honest, I am apprehensive."
"Why are you feeling like that babe?"
"Because although I would love nothing more than to make love to you, I am wary of your cock."
"Don't worry babe. I understand that this is new to you and we shall take it slow." Charlie reassured me.
"Then I am sure everything will be fine darling." I said a lot happier, before kissing her full on the lips.
After all the revelations of the night we continued our walk back to Charlie's. The walk back took a good thirty minutes and during that time I had plenty of time to think. My mind was racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. I was fearful that when it came to it and Charlie was standing before me naked – her gorgeous feminine figure and erect cock standing proudly waiting – that it would be too much for me and I wouldn't be able to go through with the act. Yet the excitement of actually being able to seal my love for this beautiful woman, and doing something different sexually, was actually outweighing the fear. I would soon find out the truth.


©JSMorbius

2 comments:

Keri Warren said...

I really enjoyed the first chapter, nice on J S Morbius, will certainlly consider about buying the book to see what else is in store for Charlie and Karl

Bennet Pomerantz said...

interesting first chap