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Fantasy fulfilled I was at the casino the other day, I had finished several hours of poker, and stopped to watch the parade of weekend revilers on the casino floor. I pulled up a barstool to the poker bar, content on nickel poker single bet, suck down a drink or 2 and soak up the view. After a day at the lake the patrons dress to the nines for a night of gaming. Suddenly I see her, slim with curves in all the places that make my senses tingle. Pencil skirt, by far longer than most the ladies parading the barely hidden pussy look so popular with the weekend crowd. A flimsy camisole top showing off her tiny yet perky tits, and her nipples clearly on High-beam poking through the thin fabric. No come fuck me open toe high heeled shoes but sandals lacing up wellformed calves, begging to be licked. Locks of long dark curls hanging over her shoulders, eyes peering at me covered in perfect shaped lines of sexy wanton makeup her cute smile clearly changed as our gazes met. Something about her wasn't quite right, or maybe it was perfect, all I know is I knew I wanted to get to know her. As she walked up closer I stood and offered her the empty stool beside mine, and motioned to the bartender I needed service. "Please bring the lady a" turning to her "What would you like?" The bartender started to make a comment, I shut him down "Yes and get me a fresh one for me" he opened his mouth but decided not to say what was on his mind. I knew now what was off about this beauty before me, and it just made me desire to know more about her. This goddess before my eyes, was not born a goddess, no she was born a god, but for unknown reasons to me, thus far, had blossomed into this sexy creature causing a twinge in my groin. The bartender brought our drinks and started to say something I tossed a bill at him and kept my gaze into her unnaturally brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that brilliant are not natural, they only come from tinted contacts, that doesn't make them less enticing, on the contrary they were most seductive. She said" I think he was just trying to inform you" I cut her off "I know what he was doing I saw that as you walked up. No I am very aware of the mystery about you. Even more reason to introduce myself. My name is Dave" As I bent forward and gave her a light kiss on those lips. She explains'"I live close by and frequently come here on the weekend. Management here tries to restrict my access, but I am not doing anything illegal. But it fails to stop me from meeting people who want what I have." I am bi-sexual, I enjoy sex as an activity shared by people for pure pleasure. I have fantasized about being with a trans MTF but I had no idea what I would be dealing with. I hooked up with a trans FTM from on here, not cause I had a fantasy, but because the opportunity arose. I like my men to be man, and my women to be woman. I have had sexual relations with gay, lesbian, bi, and straight persons. The FTM was a new experience, one I had to try, but not something I aim to repeat. Besides the disappointing sex with "Straight" men, the FTM was far less inviting than that, as a man he was just my taste, butt lack of a dick made him not for me. Cross dressing men are on that same level of undesirable to me. I explained to her my fantasy and my doubts. When with a man I am a versatile bottom leaning more to the bottom butt flipping is an inevitable should I continue to date a man. With a woman I am very much a top, seems very few women desire to be a top, I have had a couple who demand to be the aggressor top and damn that is fun. So for a MTF trans I am not sure where I want to be, the curves seem to demand my top half, but the thought of her topping me brings on a steady pre-cum drip. I had a long IM conversation with a pre-op non functioning trans, just I have no use for a non-functioning cock, never led to more than IM talk. I honestly don't think a post-op trans would interest me, if I want a woman I will seek out a woman. This goddess let me know she was most definitely Pre-op functional, by placing my hand in her lap, giving me a feel for the size and function she had. This in turn gave her a view of what my size and function were about, before she reached over and gave me a squeeze. We finished our drinks she led me hand in hand to the dance club where the action was in full swing, we got out on the floor and began a close slow sexual grind even though the music did not match. We kissed full on open tonsil hockey, while we ground our bodies together, my erection pushing out the leg of my slacks, always commando for me, slightly shorter than me her hard cock pressed firmly against her belly, barely visible even with her tight skirt, rubbed together. Her perky nipples brushing on my chest through my thin dress shirt, she definitely had more breast than a man would have. Those curves of her ass were much better to the touch than to the eye and her sway brought all the mens eyes to it. I live not far from the casino, so I did not have a room, lucky for me this was not a holiday weekend, nor were there any special events. I got a room, actually a suite, that was all that remained, lucky for me my comps had built up and the room was cheaper, never free on weekends. Well the rest will follow on another post, but to give a little help to what happened, I paid an extra for late checkout on that suite. Just a teaser here. Once You Go Trans, You Never Go Back. |
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