Thank you, I love that feedback because I enjoy setting up the scene. I may flesh some of these out a bit more into longer form stories but while I say that, I also enjoy only putting this amount of effort in a story and letting people’s imagination fill in the blanks lol.
Ah but, adventure awaits! I will look forward to hearing all about themI almost replied “that reminds me of the time I…” then I remembered… I don’t have any memories that hot.
That is one amazing sexy story!I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.
The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.
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The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?
I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.
I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.
She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.
Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.
She laughed, likely at my shock. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I tilted my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.
She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”
By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.
I love your stories. Not sure if it is that I put myself into them as a character or just love them for what they are and getting a glimpse into another person experiences.I wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.
The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.
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The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?
I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.
I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.
She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.
Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.
She laughed, likely at my shock. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I tilted my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.
She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”
By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.
This was one hot and very sexy story, but then again all your stories are like that. Very arousing indeed. Thank you for sharing this, a good read on a Tuesday between lunch break (yes I didn’t get to it on SundayI wasn’t entirely sure about this one, and I am reaching back into the “archives” if you will, but if I restrict myself to stories with the body configuration I have now, I would be quite limited. So yes, I have a cock in this one. Skip it if that isn’t for you.
The photo included is quite tame but it is from about 15 years ago and as close as one I can find.
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The party was in full swing, drugs and alcohol were being consumed in copious amounts, the music was loud and people were grinding on each other everywhere you looked. It was impossible to have a conversation so dancing pressed up on one another was a form of communication. We were right in the heart of Montreal’s gay village in some old apartment complex, the year is 2002 and I’m just a baby trans having come out but a few years earlier to family and close friends. I don’t know shit but I know it all, you know?
I was moving among the crowd, feeling the heat of all the bodies gathered, drink in hand and just vibrating in the moment. I made myself up for this night, short dress, heels, face beat to the gods. I was looking good and I was looking to get laid. The one thing I didn’t want on this night was to fuck for money but if that’s what it came to, so be it. A girl’s gotta eat. But this isn’t one of those stories.
I made my way out of this apartment and into the hallway. There were four units on this floor, all of which were involved in tonight’s party. My feet were hurting and I needed a moment to take off my shoes and give them a rest before moving into a different apartment. Leaning against the wall, I inched my way to the floor, removed my shoes, and sat there massaging them. Then from above me I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you” but before I could answer, she was already sitting down next to me. She introduced herself and thankfully being in the hallway made conversation possible so we chatted for a bit. I was about to put my shoes back on when she just said “Here, let me” and taking my shoes, she set them aside instead of putting them on my feet. She placed her fingers on top of my foot and dug her thumbs into my sole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
Taking this as a positive sign she continued rubbing my feet and ankles, and calves, and when she reached my knees I opened my eyes and locked onto hers. I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that she had a bold personality but her next words were “I live upstairs and would like to do much more with you. Would you like to come up?” I can’t say if it was the drugs or just that I had a bold personality but I nodded my consent and said yes.
She stood up, reached her hand down to me and helped me on my feet. Keeping her hand in mine, she led the way to the stairwell. When we got to the first landing, she pushed me against the wall, put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for kiss. Despite the substances swimming in my system, I could feel my cock stirring in my panties, straining against the tuck. She broke the kiss and led me up the last flight of stairs and into the hallway leading to her apartment.
Once inside, she told me to go into the living room while she fixed us a couple of drinks. I chose a huge chair, dropped my heels on the floor, and flopped into the seat. She came into the room, placed both drinks on the coffee table where they remained, untouched, for the rest of our time together. She climbed onto my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs, reached a hand into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to her mouth. She kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving her mark on my skin before moving to my mouth and kissing me, deeply, her tongue dancing with mine. Her other hand moved to my breasts, tiny and sensitive as they were, my nipples responding to her touch. She broke the kiss, stood up and again extended her hands towards me and helped me on my feet. She spun me around, pulled on the zipper of my dress until it fell in a puddle on the floor. Still in this position she unclasped my bra and then spun me once more so that I was facing her. And in one quick motion, she pushed me hard, making me fall once again into the chair.
She laughed, likely at my shock. It was such a sexy laugh, I remember it to this day, and said “Don’t move.” Being in only my panties, I’m not entirely sure where she thought I would go but I complied as she walked away, put on some music, and started removing her clothes. She was so beautiful, naked, and making her way back towards me. She knelt in front of the chair, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and at this moment my hands moved to hers, slightly panicked and stopping her so that I could explain that it may not be what she was expecting but she shushed me, actually shushed me, and said it’s ok sweetie, I know. With my panties now having joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, my cock came into view briefly before she made it disappear in her mouth. I tilted my head back, one hand playing with my nipples, the other on the back of her head as her mouth took me in. I felt her shift and opened my eyes to see her coming back onto the chair, resuming our initial position, only this time she had one hand on my cock and guided me inside of her. She kissed me as I fucked her, her breasts pressed against mine and when her first orgasm came over her, she bit on my lip, holding it between her teeth, until the waves had stopped washing over her.
She pulled her face away from mine, looked at me and said “Come to the bedroom, we’re not done yet!”
By the time we were done, the ice of our drinks had long since melted, the night had turned to morning, and I made my way back to the apartment I was meant to have spent the night in and crashed on the couch.
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Now your all hot from reading the story on lunch break.This was one hot and very sexy story, but then again all your stories are like that. Very arousing indeed. Thank you for sharing this, a good read read on a Tuesday between lunch break (yes I didn’t get to it on Sunday
*you’reNow you’re all hot from reading the story on lunch break.
shush LOL. your welcome.*you’re
And you’re welcomed
I love hearing others tell their stories of their own adventures, perhaps you have the same inclination. For me it's the level of realness that comes with just regular people telling their tales.
I'm happy to make your lunch break just a little more pleasurableThis was one hot and very sexy story, but then again all your stories are like that. Very arousing indeed. Thank you for sharing this, a good read read on a Tuesday between lunch break (yes I didn’t get to it on Sunday
It's because my advertising budget is abysmal.Not sure how I only just found this thread but parking myself here every Sunday now.
Thank you for sharing this. Life can be pretty complicated and being confronted with someone who has hurt you but appears to want to make amends is difficult regardless of the details. I can’t identify with your specifics, but I empathise.
Always good to listen to a loved one who wants to chat.
Love all your stories. And while I do enjoy lovely images, there is something about a slow burn of a written story to get the blood and juices flowing
