Taking my future in to my own hands
Ever since the first day I saw her, I knew she was the woman I wanted
to spend my life with and when, after we had been out on a few dates,
she broke down and admitted she was a pre-op transsexual my feelings
never wavered. The fact that she hadn't been born a genetic woman
never even concerned me until the first time she told me, over yet
another romantic meal, she wanted to take our relationship further.
Suddenly it hit me that, like me, that meant she would have a cock
and, like me, she would probably enjoy sex and I had never held any
cock, other than my own, in my life. Still I really did want to be
with her so her cock was something I would just have to get used to.
After paying for the meal the two of us headed back to hers and, once
inside, slowly helped each other undress, before climbing on to her
bed.
“Are you sure you are ready to do this, baby?” Alexis asked,
raising herself on to her elbows and watching as I wrapped my fingers
around her hard cock.
“Yes, babe, I am,” I whispered, as I looked down and began to
stroke her slowly.
©JSMorbius
2 comments:
Aw, fab tease, Julez. :-)
Damn, Julez, because what you write you have inspired me to write a transsexual scene in one of my WIP's. Great piece.
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