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Biography
I am a transsexual, lesbian: I presently in Montreal, Canada, I have lived and worked in: Israel, United States, Switzerland, and Bulgaria.
I'm an avid photographer and enjoy preparing gourmet meals for friends, and appreciate fine wines.
I have not found anyone that I am deeply in love with yet, but am still looking.
I lost my left leg above the knee due to a work accident.
I did use a prosthesis, but I find it easier to get around on crutches, and occasionally hop to get things.
I am not ashamed to wear short skirts or shorts that show my stump. I think some people get off on seeing it.
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How I have come to despise the end of the month, closing the books, preparing the financials, etc. When I started at this advertising agency it was small. Success brought more clients and we grew.
Meetings, reports to do and correct. Maybe I should have turned down the promotion if I realized that I would be putting 12 hour days in every month.
I looked at my watch and realized it was 5:30, time to go.
I slipped on my shoe, stood up, took my jacket from the back of my chair, slung my purse over my left shoulder, and headed to the Ladies Room to freshen up.
Leaning my crutches against the wall, I removed my makeup bag from my purse.
To balance myself, I lifted my skirt and placed my short stump on the counter for balance.
Seeing it's reflection in the mirror and how the scar was hardly visible now, reminded me of when I first saw it. It was bruised and swollen, now it looks quite beautiful, if I must say so myself.
Now I know why men and woman are attracted to it.
I took out some baby lotion from my bag and placed it on the counter. In walked Robyn, my assistant. "How was your day?" "Crazy as usual at the close of the month." I answered while staring at her beautiful cleavage. Her blouse's top buttons were undone and I couldn't help but stare.
"Have any plans for the weekend" I asked her? "No, not really, thought I'd just relax after this crazy week."
I noticed that Robyn couldn't stop staring at my stump. She was trying to be discrete about it, but wasn't fairing very well. She noticed the lotion on the counter and asked me what I use it for.
"To massage my stump," I told her. "Can I do it for you; I've never felt anything like that before?"
"If you'd like, it always feels better when someone else massages it." She started at the pocket, the most sensitive place. Still after ten years it is without a doubt one of the most sensitive areas on my body. All the while she was staring into my eyes, and my shapely leg. I was doing the same, plus looking at her beautiful melons. "How I would like to fondle and lick them," I thought to myself. She went slowly and gently. She heard my soft moans, as the sensation became stronger. She reached over and gave me a kiss. We were soon were French kissing each other in the washroom. "What if someone comes in?" I asked her. She reached over and locked the door. How did you know that I am a Lesbian? "It takes one to know one", she answered. "I've kept it discreet, and so did you," I said.
Before I knew it my cunt was dripping wet, she thrust her fingers in to my abyss and gently stroked at first, then more rapidly. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. We each licked her salty, sweet fingers and returned them to my cunt, all the while she was gently rubbing the pocket of my stump.
The feeling of electric shocks and sparks came unexpectedly, my body started shaking and convulsing. The orgasm just came. I held her tightly until my body stopped shaking. I straightened my skirt, my stocking, making sure that the seam ran down the centre of my leg.
Want to go for a drink, I asked. Sure, where? There is a nice Lesbian bar nearby.