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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