I Love Kinky Sex
It 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.
The fear was trowelled on in two layers: 1) would someone close to me or my professional life drop around to my house while I’m chockablock up somebod, and a LB at that? 2) would this LB experience all run foul for me (beat me up/have gangster allies/rob me/trash my place)?
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.
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.
The fear was trowelled on in two la
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.
By:
KenWX
Age:
61-65
,
Male
