My First Ladyboy Sex EventIt was my very first ladyboy (LB) sex event, two decades ago in Australia. Back then I considered it decidedly kinky. Now, after living in Ladyboyland for years, I consider LB sex events to be the norm. But those times wuz another era.
I had hired hookers before from advertisements in the newspaper, but found the sex always disappointing. Maybe it was me, or maybe I just drew the short straw with the girls I hired, but all seemed listless and there simply to let me go through the motions then take my money and skedaddle.
In those advert lists in the papers there were always a few LB ads (listed under TS or TV headings). I was fascinated and wanted to try, but scared shitless. I was a lifelong **** lover, but had never been anywhere near a boy-turned-girl.
Most of my life I have been frightened of the unknown. Abnormally so. Simple things, or at least simple and straightforward for most folks, like changing cities or taking on a new job held mortal fear for me. What if I failed? What if these new people don’t like me? Etcetera, wet underwear.
But I desperately wanted to try this. So I did.
However, fear was ever-present everywhere Van. I trembled like a novice (realise: I was in my early 40s at this stage). You'd think I'd never been with another before. Here I was a palpitating mess, barely able to introduce myself. In my own home.
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It was around midnight by the time she got dropped off at my door, and as I welcomed her I was shaking like a leaf in a tropical gale. She was Caucasian (Australian), in her thirties, not bad looking, named Lee. (I seem to have a history of linking up with names like Lee and Bee – Gee it is history, I’m not making these ones up.)
I locked the house door and ushered her down the hall. At the end was the spare bedroom, the den where I did my clandestine at-home screwing.
We went in.
KenWX 61-65, M 0 Oct 4, 2011