Last Night...
Well firstly Ive never been on a porn site before joining here recently, Ive also never been compelled to write on an online blog, although I do keep a quite detailed diary.
Last night id been sitting here before my bath and getting ready to head out to meet a couple of friends, get a few drinks, go to a club and have a dance, good time in great company. Id been sitting here watching porn and it really opened a door for me in my heart.
For the first time in what seems an eternity I wanted some sexual contact, but on my terms only.
Im not exactly drop dead gorgeous but I do scrub up quite well.
Anyone who has read my profile will see that Im a full time transwoman.
I met my friends, had a real good laugh and catch up with the "who said what", "who's fucking who at work" and the usual.
We went to a club that I just adore. I know the doormen and get in for free, which is cool.
We all danced and drinks flowed and Id a great time.
I was aware of a familiar face watching me dance. At first I couldn't put a name to him or anything but soon realised he was "number 2" on my list of men that id "dated"
Ive only been with 5 men in my life (all at different times) and here, years later was number two. His eyes met mine again and he smiled and raised his glass to me.
It all came flooding back. He was the man who lied to me. He was a married man and I was young, gullable and pretty lost with the trans stuff that was so big a deal for me at the time. At a crossroads in my life. I remember thinking after it ended that he'd say or do almost anything to get inside my panties... and I was a fool to let him. But we did have some great sex, really kinky sex that I never wanted to end.
He was with a group of men and they all seemed to be having a good time.
Later on they left the club and he sat there watching me more intently than before. I could feel him undress me and I liked it.
I decided to give him a little show and let my skirt ride up just a little to show him a glimple of thigh. Then I sat facing him and opened my legs just enough to show a little of my panties.
He used to love that and my exhibitionism and his voyeurism was the key that got us together in the first place all those years ago. I could feel an incredible rush or power course through my being.
He came over and we chatted about old times, the things we got up to in our year long affair. It was all nice stuff, no bad vibes about the way it had ended.
During our conversation he'd put his hand on my thigh. Now he knows full well that my legs are a top erogenous zone for me and I could feel my heat pounding faster.
I said it was time I was leaving to get a taxi back to Earls Court and he said he's walk with me til we got one.
All the time im thinking "Louise, don't be a fool, don't take him home with me"
We got in the flat together and as soon as I closed the door his hands and lips and body were on me, pulling me close and passionately kissing my lips, our tongues touching, exploring and I could feel him pushing his hard cock against me.
I felt his hands on my ass, lifting up my skirt and running slowly up the back of my thigh as all the while kissing and pushing his cock against me.
He'd managed to undo the back button on my skirt and it began to slide down. He was always pretty clever with buttons and clasps, a skill he's obviously perfected and my skirt slid over my ass and down to my ankles. We stood there, still against the hallway wall and he was really pushing hard against me as I stood there in my jacket, blouse, tights, panties and bra...
I led him into my living room and I sat on the sofa as he kneeled between my opened legs and he leaned forward and was kissing my neck, whispering and making man noises in my ear, my blouse was opened and he had his hands on my tits. I could feel him grinding his rock hard cock against my panties and I was so aroused, so receptive to it.
He was the first man id came across who shared a passion for nylons and he was really getting off on my tights. He'd undone his trousers and I could feel his hard cock throbbing with anticipation as he rubbed against me.
He got me to stand up and he got behind me, could feel his cock push against my ass and I put my hands between my legs and cupped his balls. I felt him pull the waistband of my tights down, just past my panties and I began to think condoms. But no, he slid his rock hard cock between my nylon tights and my little satin panties and began humping the little space there.
It felt so good and just like the old days long ago when we'd meet up outdoors on dark winter nights and do this.
Again I reached between my legs and felt his cock fucking my nylon tights and satin panties as he held my hips and fuck and fucked and fucked. I knew he was close as he used to get real vocal when he was about to cum.
I stared pushing back and forth in time to him thrustimg against me and after a few seconds more I could feel his cock twitch and send the first load of his hot, sticky cum between my legs. Four times he squirted his cum.
It felt soo hot, so wet, so sensual. He pulled away and he pulled my tights back up over my bottom and cool as you like asked for a coffee. I couldn't believe just what had happened. What id allowed to happen and with who id let it happen.
I went into the kitchen and made a couple of cups of coffee. We say and talked for an hour, laughed a lot and kissed as he decided to call a taxi home.
I walked him to the door and we kissed again.
I got back into my living room and my tights had stuck to my legs and ass with his cum. His cum was always like glue I remembered.
I taken them off, went for a shower and went to bed.
Woke up this morning and walked into the living room to see the tights and panties still laying on the floor... It all came flooding back as I thought it was just an erotic dream I had during the night.
So that's what happened last night!
xxx
Last night id been sitting here before my bath and getting ready to head out to meet a couple of friends, get a few drinks, go to a club and have a dance, good time in great company. Id been sitting here watching porn and it really opened a door for me in my heart.
For the first time in what seems an eternity I wanted some sexual contact, but on my terms only.
Im not exactly drop dead gorgeous but I do scrub up quite well.
Anyone who has read my profile will see that Im a full time transwoman.
I met my friends, had a real good laugh and catch up with the "who said what", "who's fucking who at work" and the usual.
We went to a club that I just adore. I know the doormen and get in for free, which is cool.
We all danced and drinks flowed and Id a great time.
I was aware of a familiar face watching me dance. At first I couldn't put a name to him or anything but soon realised he was "number 2" on my list of men that id "dated"
Ive only been with 5 men in my life (all at different times) and here, years later was number two. His eyes met mine again and he smiled and raised his glass to me.
It all came flooding back. He was the man who lied to me. He was a married man and I was young, gullable and pretty lost with the trans stuff that was so big a deal for me at the time. At a crossroads in my life. I remember thinking after it ended that he'd say or do almost anything to get inside my panties... and I was a fool to let him. But we did have some great sex, really kinky sex that I never wanted to end.
He was with a group of men and they all seemed to be having a good time.
Later on they left the club and he sat there watching me more intently than before. I could feel him undress me and I liked it.
I decided to give him a little show and let my skirt ride up just a little to show him a glimple of thigh. Then I sat facing him and opened my legs just enough to show a little of my panties.
He used to love that and my exhibitionism and his voyeurism was the key that got us together in the first place all those years ago. I could feel an incredible rush or power course through my being.
He came over and we chatted about old times, the things we got up to in our year long affair. It was all nice stuff, no bad vibes about the way it had ended.
During our conversation he'd put his hand on my thigh. Now he knows full well that my legs are a top erogenous zone for me and I could feel my heat pounding faster.
I said it was time I was leaving to get a taxi back to Earls Court and he said he's walk with me til we got one.
All the time im thinking "Louise, don't be a fool, don't take him home with me"
We got in the flat together and as soon as I closed the door his hands and lips and body were on me, pulling me close and passionately kissing my lips, our tongues touching, exploring and I could feel him pushing his hard cock against me.
I felt his hands on my ass, lifting up my skirt and running slowly up the back of my thigh as all the while kissing and pushing his cock against me.
He'd managed to undo the back button on my skirt and it began to slide down. He was always pretty clever with buttons and clasps, a skill he's obviously perfected and my skirt slid over my ass and down to my ankles. We stood there, still against the hallway wall and he was really pushing hard against me as I stood there in my jacket, blouse, tights, panties and bra...
I led him into my living room and I sat on the sofa as he kneeled between my opened legs and he leaned forward and was kissing my neck, whispering and making man noises in my ear, my blouse was opened and he had his hands on my tits. I could feel him grinding his rock hard cock against my panties and I was so aroused, so receptive to it.
He was the first man id came across who shared a passion for nylons and he was really getting off on my tights. He'd undone his trousers and I could feel his hard cock throbbing with anticipation as he rubbed against me.
He got me to stand up and he got behind me, could feel his cock push against my ass and I put my hands between my legs and cupped his balls. I felt him pull the waistband of my tights down, just past my panties and I began to think condoms. But no, he slid his rock hard cock between my nylon tights and my little satin panties and began humping the little space there.
It felt so good and just like the old days long ago when we'd meet up outdoors on dark winter nights and do this.
Again I reached between my legs and felt his cock fucking my nylon tights and satin panties as he held my hips and fuck and fucked and fucked. I knew he was close as he used to get real vocal when he was about to cum.
I stared pushing back and forth in time to him thrustimg against me and after a few seconds more I could feel his cock twitch and send the first load of his hot, sticky cum between my legs. Four times he squirted his cum.
It felt soo hot, so wet, so sensual. He pulled away and he pulled my tights back up over my bottom and cool as you like asked for a coffee. I couldn't believe just what had happened. What id allowed to happen and with who id let it happen.
I went into the kitchen and made a couple of cups of coffee. We say and talked for an hour, laughed a lot and kissed as he decided to call a taxi home.
I walked him to the door and we kissed again.
I got back into my living room and my tights had stuck to my legs and ass with his cum. His cum was always like glue I remembered.
I taken them off, went for a shower and went to bed.
Woke up this morning and walked into the living room to see the tights and panties still laying on the floor... It all came flooding back as I thought it was just an erotic dream I had during the night.
So that's what happened last night!
xxx
10 年 前
