I have to say I was interested in him from the first message, but he only sent me a message to see about doing a photoshoot with my current partner, who is an adult internet entertainer. I should mention at the time, I was a photographer, part owner and graphic designer for five hardcore tranny websites. I'm a gg or a genetic girl, though. And yes, for all of you wondering I've had sex with a tranny & if you're good I might tell you all about it...
Anyway, we talked. We flirted. He made me laugh. We clicked. It was nice. Which was a welcome pleasant event in my world. Most people I talked to were either into trannies and wanted to fuck my girlfriend on camera or were a tranny and wanted to be fucked on camera. This was of course in addition to living with a psychotic tranny porn star girlfriend who ignored me and wouldn't touch me if I was on fire, but yet she fucks whomever will fuck her on camera daily. (I'm not still bitter, NO!)
After a few brief cyber interludes, I did not see him online anymore. I forgot about him and moved on with life in my world. I talked to many, many men daily, so my memory of him faded, but not completely.
One of my duties was to run the advertising. You know send the email spam and submit links to link lists, etc. One afternoon, I got a random email response to a personal ad I had secretly posted under the guise of advertising.
The screen name was familiar. So I replied. I asked if he had a screen name on the messaging service and if it was the same screen name. If he did, then we spoke before. Later that day I received a response to my email asking so are you going to tell me who you are? I had peaked his interested. I responded with my screen name.
The email I got back was what I expect. Reminding me that I told him I was a lesbian and not single. Which is sort of true on both counts. I explained that my girlfriend and I were on the outs. I was tired of her antics. I made it clear I was not leaving her yet though. I was merely taking her advice and finding my own life. As for my sexuality, I told him exactly what I tell everyone else. I take it on a case by case basis. It's the person not the gender. Besides, when you're on the hunt and craving release, why cut you chances in half.
His reply was far warmer than our last internet conversation and we began to get acquainted via email and the messenger service. After about a week, I was so engulfed by my curiosity that we exchanged phone numbers and I called him one Wednesday night from a friend's house...
We talked for about an hour or so. The sound of his voice had me wet. He had a charisma. A wonderful smooth voice that I knew could talk me out of my panties easy. We talked about normal run of the mill things. He told me about his military background and his drug experience in Europe. He told me about his ex-wife and his children. We flirted and the conversation shifted from the interrogation to the seduction.
I told him I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet him in person. I admitted to him I was quite intrigued and that I found him incredibly charismatic, but I was very hesitant to meet in the flesh. He laughed and assured me I had nothing to worry about.
He began his attempts at convincing me to meet him. He asked some very direct questions, mostly about my sexual desires. He asked me if I like to be spanked, how I felt about pain, whether or not I liked anal, if I liked to kiss. Questions I was asked fairly regularly by men I spoke with so it wasn’t an issue for me to answer them. Through our conversation about fetishes and kinks, I discovered he was a sadist & a dom. I was still quite curious about him despite my hesitations. I was not at all put off by this particular kinks. Even though pain in my eyes really does not belong in my bed any longer.
After some serious convincing on his part and a little phone sex, I decided it couldn't be that awful. I mentioned that I didn't want to have sex with him the first time we met. He found this quite amusing.
I had to explain that every man I met lately, within hours we would be fucking somewhere. I am not complaining. Almost two years without a good romp, I needed the exercise, but I was still feeling a little cockslut-esque. After he stopped laughing, he said okay and we would have a non-sexual meeting. After all of our flirting and mutual desire for release, a non sexual meeting was a laughable idea, but I convinced myself it was the case.
He said he was free Thursday morning. Fortunately, so was I. He told me he wanted to see me at 11 am and to call at 10am for directions to his house. I hung up with him and I felt the butterflies in my stomach.
I knew it was going to be sexual no matter what we agreed upon, but I was going to try to keep it non sexual. I didn't shave anywhere and I am usually bare from the waist down. I didn't wear any sexy lingerie either. I was dead set on keeping my clothes on.
I got up early Thursday morning & logged on. My girlfriend was still asleep. I told her the night before, I had to be in to my other job earlier than normal. When I logged on, I got a message that said I was about to call you. Here are the directions to my house. I read them over I could remember them easily. We talked for a few moments. He asked me if I was still coming over. I replied absolutely and logged off. I quietly left the house, carefully closing the door. I got in my car and the butterflies took over. I had no idea why I was so nervous. He wasn't the first man I had gone to meet while with my girlfriend. I had already dealt with my anxiety about her and whether or not she was going to find out. I was pretty sure she was oblivious, but still I was shaking.
I looked over my face and hair in the mirror at the stop light. I dressed nicely, a well fitting tank top that framed my tits, a lacy green bra, a long skirt and a loose button down sweater that I frequently wore open over my tank tops. Most importantly, I wore cotton granny panties. I was not planning on letting him get beyond my breasts, if it indeed got physical.
His house was not too far from mine. Only a few minutes and a few turns. I found it relatively easily. I parked and checked myself in the mirror one more time. His dog barked from the back yard with my footsteps on the gravel. I knocked on the door and saw a face pop into the window. He opened the door and wrapped his arms around me. They felt wonderful around my waist as he pulled me into him. He held me close to him for a few moments. I couldn't help melting into him.
I sat down on the sofa across from him. He let me meet the cats. There was music playing in the background as we sat and broke the ice. the kitties climbed all over me as we talked. They purred and fell asleep. I began to relax. The ambiance was very porn flick.
He got up to pet the female kitten who was asleep on my lap. He rubbed her neck and face. She stretch out and let out a little purr. He smiled. He reached out and touched the back of my neck. He stroked the back of my neck, my chin, and cheek.
“Will you purr, too?” he asked with a smirk. A sigh escaped my lips before I realized it. He began stroking and touch my face and neck without hesitation. His hands felt incredibly soft and firm, with a little bit of a rough edge. An electric shock ran through my entire body giving me chills when he grabbed the back of my neck.
He scooped up the kittens from my lap and set them down on the sofa next to me. He took my hands and pulled me toward him. his strong arms enfolded me as his lips found mine. I melted in his arms. I would have done anything he asked of me.
We moved towards the bedroom. He had candles burning.
I asked, "What happened to the non sexual meeting?"