Transsexual Heaven

I grew up in a small town, about an hour north of New York City. I had spent lots of time with Playboy and Penthouse magazine, but was not really active sexually through my teens or college years. I mean, I had steady girlfriends, and had sex, but I wasn't a Casanova type, chasing a different woman into bed every weekend. When I graduated from college, I started going down to New York City to visit friends, and just hang out. On one such trip, I was checking out some hardcore pornography at a newspaper stand, and noticed Screw Magazine. I opened it up, and thumbed through it, and was startled to see the blatant advertisements for prostitutes. I purchased the magazine, and, upon arriving home, began reading, and checking out the ads in more detail, slowly stroking my cock as I read. When I got to the last few pages of ads, my eyes popped out of my head. Transsexuals! This was a first for me. I had never heard of them, let alone seen one. Here, in black and white, were several pages of them advertising their services. I spent many nights checking out the pictures they each had in the paper along with their ads. I started buying TS magazines, and as I got older, renting TS movies. I spent lots of time in the Times Square (before the city cleaned it up) bookstores, one of which had live transsexuals in show booths downstairs. Twenty years have past, and my minor distraction has become an active desire. The Internet provides movie clips of whatever you desire, but I was growing dissatisfied with merely viewing movies. I wanted to have sex with one of these wonderful, mysterious, erotic creatures. I don't know if there are any transsexual escorts where I am living now, but I had decided that the next time I was in a large city, I would find one, and fulfill this long-lived fantasy. As luck would have it, I had to spend a week in NYC for a business trade show. As soon as I found out I would be going, my heart started to pound. I could think of nothing else for the two weeks prior to my trip. The day arrived, and I drove down to the city. I checked in to my hotel, and went wandering around the streets and avenues surrounding Times Square. The peep shows weren't on 42nd street anymore, but they were within a few blocks. I found a store with T-Girls, and spent several hours going from booth to booth. I was growing delirious with lust. I had to have one of them. I settled on one particular woman, and tipped her so she would slide a dildo up her ass while I watched. I jerked off while watching this, and shot my load on the window between the booths. I smiled at the object of my desire and left. After dinner, I decided. That would give me time to recover so I could enjoy this long-time fantasy coming to fulfillment. I spent the rest of the day walking around the city. I didn't need to be at the convention center until 9:00 the next morning, so I was on my own for the day. Finally, it was dinnertime. After eating, I returned to my hotel room, showered and dressed. I went to a newsstand not far from my hotel and picked up a copy of Screw. I returned to my room, and started reading the current ads. I saw several who looked good, and, believe it or not, several pictures which I remembered from 20 years ago. I figured either they were not photos of the girls, or they just didn't bother updating them. Either way, I passed on those. Finally, I found one. She was lovely, at least her picture was. She was an ebony goddess. Her ad said she was 5'4, 115 pounds, 36c 26 36, 9" uncut. She claimed to be of Brazilian, African American and French ancestry. She went on to state that she was male to female and was still able to cum. This is it, I thought to myself, and picked up the phone. A sultry, deep voice answered and we discussed my reason for calling. She said she did out calls but preferred me to go to her place. An hour was $150, during which anything goes, with no limits as to how many times I could cum. I asked if the picture I was looking at was really her. She told me that I'd only have to take one look at her and if I wasn't happy with how she looked, I could just turn around and would leave. I said ok, I would love to see her and would be at her place in about an hour. I had a drink and tried to calm down, but my heart was racing as I made my way to my destiny.

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Kidnapped and Tortured

Leather bindings held her wrist. April woke to bondage. It was not the first time. Yesterday, before being kidnapped, she complained that she had no life left. I am bored with my boy friends and sex.

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Unforgettable Moment

I was too young and horny to think of consequences. It allowed me to commit what most people would say were fairly heinous acts. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, the lack of forethought prevented me from taking advantage of the full spectrum of possibilities that the accident created for me.

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Nutritious Breakfast

When I got up the next morning Mom was already up and making breakfast in the kitchen. Sis was still sleep in her room. Again I sneaked up behind Mom and hugged her from behind, but this time kissing her on her lips as she laid her head back on my shoulder.

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End of September

We knew all these disasters were happening in the Far East but still we swung at anchor at Libau. Some of the crews grew unruly. Agitators, revolutionaries, they were going about their work. I tell you, Ensign," Gorshin pointed his finger, "even after all that happened later, you cannot sabotage the morale of men who are about to risk their lives. You cannot do it, even if you dispute the cause, a man must be able to trust his comrades."

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My Princess

That's it, nothing more said, nothing less said, and there he is. Shilouetted against the landing light but it didn't make a difference not to be able to see any facial features. It was just the Shadow. She knew what he wanted. The Shadow got closer, and with it a chill down her spine. Then the real coldness as the cover was pulled off, leaving her naked body exposed to the Shadow.

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The Examiner

Pulling the door open I could feel the electricity in the air as we stood before the Salvation Army. She smiled up at me, a smile that said *I can't believe we're doing this* and a million other things all at once, before purposefully striding into the store. I watched her bare thighs under her skirt as she walked in and, remembering her lack of underwear, felt a twinge in mine. Her long brown hair was in a single ponytail that trailed down her back, the thin straps of the white tanktop made it plain she wasn't wearing a bra, and I was staring again. I shook it off best I could and followed her in.

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Barely Fifteen

While I grew a few inches throughout my teen years, I was still an unattractively skinny blond at age 15. Despite my fathers' promises to the contrary, my breasts were still gentle bumps on my chest. I would have given anything to have more butt to fill out a pair of jeans.

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The Journey

He woke, as usual, alone. Funny that. How long had it been? Seemed like only yesterday when he thought he'd never be alone. Then, she'd betrayed him. Gone. Where was she? Not in bed, smiling, cheerfully welcoming him to a new day, that was for certain.

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Sensation

Masturbation is often bad sex, and bad sex is generally not too great for you. It is generally over depletive, and under helpful. So, I would compare bad masturbation to eating a chocolate bar. There's nothing bad or shameful about it, and if it's all you have to eat, you should eat that; it's just that bad sex is not ideally the healthiest thing in the world -- if engaged in too often. Though sometimes it's healthy to eat chocolate bars.

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