This is a true story that happened to me. When I turned 28 I started to become interested in transsexuals. It happened gradually I accidentally bumped into it while porn surfing. The girl in the video was pretty hot and she was getting her cocked sucked. I didn't really enjoy the guy in it so much so I started to watch t-girls fucking girls. I was really turned on and started to fantasize about their cocks and what would it feel like. Soon I started to watch them fucking guys and pretending that I was the guy.
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Well here I am... I'm in my sophomore year in college and still looking for love. I guess I'm getting a little carried away, I'll introduce myself. Hi, my name's Zoey. I'm 19 years old and am attending an out of state college studying English. I stand at 5 feet 5 inches with just-past-my-shoulder length straight auburn hair. I don't really care for my body (but I guess who really does). My measurements are a small 32 A-cup breasts, 26, and 30 hips. I do like my legs though, slightly tan and completely smooth, I like to show off my legs when I can.
Pulling into the job site, I noticed the house was really taking shape since I'd last been here. It would only be a month until my mountain home was completed and I started to move in to the place. Getting out of the truck, I pulled my jacket up tight against my neck as the cold wind tried to bite my skin. Looking skyward, it wasn't a question of if it would snow tonight but how soon would it start.
Oh shit. I thought what the fuck is she doing here? Cassie Enphanta had just walked into Algor's pathetic little wizarding hut that I was apprenticing at and was looking around. I thought about hiding, or at least finding Algor, the real wizard. But as soon as I turned, I felt her eyes boring into my back.
Animated conversation, lots of affection and laughter – he was chatting to some of the guests at the reception, just waiting for her to get changed before they left their party. He stood to move to another table and as he turned he saw her walk in the door...tall, elegant, beautiful, curvy...and all his. She was wearing a long gown in a deep blue, neckline showing a hint of cleavage, fabric hugging her shape. A smile crept across his face, returned when she looked his way.
There I was in a backlane somewhere in the suburban areas of a UK city looking down a path to the entrance to some slightly salubrious looking flats which fronted a tired row of commercial property.
I had developed a strong desire to be with a hot looking shemale for a long time. I really did not know how to make contact with anyone in the small city I lived in, and figured it would likely never happen to me. One day at work at my computer support job, I was informed that another branch of our firm in Las Vegas had experienced a server failure, and I was to leave that afternoon on a flight to Vegas to rebuild the server on an emergency basis.
I repair computers, often "on site"--in people's homes. I got a call from a woman asking me to come to her house to fix her PC. She told me her name was Shandra. We made arrangements for me to show up there Saturday afternoon.
Three years had passed since my wife abandoned me. She didn't divorce me, just tossed me aside like a broken toy left rotting in the tall grass, or in my case the guest room. We passed in the hallway now and then, or talked about finances or parenting things. It was like living with a roommate.