squirtsilly
10-24-2009, 05:20 PM
Two great pictures from a Captain Outrageous thumbnail gallery inspired this fictional tale posted in two entries, one after the other. I hope you enjoy it, and your comments always appreciated!
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Turned on by his Asian t-girl waitress...
“I want you to want it,” she said that afternoon when she would finally give it to him. Naked, she lay flat on her stomach on the mat, hiding her beautiful cock. She had a pretty behind under the graceful arch of her back. “You’ll get it when I say so. And maybe that will be soon.”
He was naked too, crouched near the mat. He looked at her. In that position, she appeared like a sexy genetic girl, not a t-girl. But the memory of her large, throbbing cock was so sharp in his mind, as it had been from moment she’d revealed it to him in the flesh.
She worked as a waitress at the Pan-Asian restaurant he frequently went to. He knew she was a t-girl, and he liked it although he had never had an encounter with one. It was horny to think of being with a t-girl, but he wasn't sure he could actually do it. It would challenge his notion that he was straight. Intellectually he knew labels like "straight" were silly but they stuck in his mind and emotions and took some slow and careful peeling off. Anyway, it would probably just remain a fantasy to be savored in solitude. But after a few weeks of seeing her and chatting with her as she served him his meals, he impulsively asked her out and she accepted. They went to dinner, and they talked about lots of things, and not just about how she’d started life as a male, but now lived as a female. When he kissed her goodnight she pressed up against him and he felt the shocking thickness bulging against the front of her loose flowing skirt. Then she broke away and told him to call her again soon.
Which he did. He knew he wanted her, and he was glad she was giving him time to adjust to the idea.
They went on a few more of these chaste dates, and each time she would give him one opportunity to feel that she had something large and erect in her skirts. It was much larger than his, he realized almost shamefully. Her size made his feel like a clit. Maybe I should be the one in a frock, he thought. Or maybe that was just his perverse way of thinking...
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Turned on by his Asian t-girl waitress...
“I want you to want it,” she said that afternoon when she would finally give it to him. Naked, she lay flat on her stomach on the mat, hiding her beautiful cock. She had a pretty behind under the graceful arch of her back. “You’ll get it when I say so. And maybe that will be soon.”
He was naked too, crouched near the mat. He looked at her. In that position, she appeared like a sexy genetic girl, not a t-girl. But the memory of her large, throbbing cock was so sharp in his mind, as it had been from moment she’d revealed it to him in the flesh.
She worked as a waitress at the Pan-Asian restaurant he frequently went to. He knew she was a t-girl, and he liked it although he had never had an encounter with one. It was horny to think of being with a t-girl, but he wasn't sure he could actually do it. It would challenge his notion that he was straight. Intellectually he knew labels like "straight" were silly but they stuck in his mind and emotions and took some slow and careful peeling off. Anyway, it would probably just remain a fantasy to be savored in solitude. But after a few weeks of seeing her and chatting with her as she served him his meals, he impulsively asked her out and she accepted. They went to dinner, and they talked about lots of things, and not just about how she’d started life as a male, but now lived as a female. When he kissed her goodnight she pressed up against him and he felt the shocking thickness bulging against the front of her loose flowing skirt. Then she broke away and told him to call her again soon.
Which he did. He knew he wanted her, and he was glad she was giving him time to adjust to the idea.
They went on a few more of these chaste dates, and each time she would give him one opportunity to feel that she had something large and erect in her skirts. It was much larger than his, he realized almost shamefully. Her size made his feel like a clit. Maybe I should be the one in a frock, he thought. Or maybe that was just his perverse way of thinking...