Soft Transexuals and Hard Shemale Cocks

I know from my time living in Columbus, Ohio that there is nothing better than the opportunity to spend an evening with a soft, beautiful shemale with a thick, hard cock. And living in a city with a well-established gay and transexual community definitely helps.

My first date with a transexual lady was in the Short North section of Columbus. We had chatted online off and on for a couple of months before I got the courage to ask her out for a date. We went out to dinner at K2U, and then went bar hopping up and down the Short North section of High Street. At our last bar stop of the night, and after a number of martinis, we were both flirting pretty heavily with each other. It was getting difficult for me to keep from staring at her legs thanks to the slit in the pencil skirt that she was wearing.

Since we had chatted online several times before this evening, we both knew that each of us was pretty kinky. Before heading back to her place, we made one last stop on High Street at The Chamber, Columbus’ top BDSM and fetish shop. I had been there a few times, but the girls in the shop knew Jasmine by name. Jasmine knew exactly what she was there for, and I was only too happy to go along with whatever she wanted that night. We left The Chamber with a hefty bag full of toys – a thick collar and leash for me, cock ring for her, a couple of different butt plugs, and a heavy riding crop for her.

Jasmine put the collar on me before we left the store, but thankfully left the leash in the bag. I’m sure that we attracted enough attention to ourselves walking down the sidewalk without the need for bringing out the leash. We made it back to her place just off of High Street, and her tongue was in my mouth before the door to her apartment had even closed. It was the most memorable kiss that I have ever had. I kissed her neck and felt her long hair brush against my face as she had a firm grip on my growing erection through my pants. She dropped the bag on the floor, attached the leash to my collar, and led me to her couch. I don’t know how much time I spent down on the floor between her legs, but I know that I enjoyed every second of it.

We went out on a few more dates before Jasmine moved to the west coast. I’ve never found another woman like her, but I’m still searching.

Shemale Flirting out on the town

My life has always been exciting, at least to me. My name is Julie and I love being a tranny shemale. You’d be surprised how many men love being with a chick with a dick. They try hitting on me as a woman but as soon as they find out I have something between my legs it seems to drive them wild. I’ve had a couple bad experiences, the good experiences far out weigh the bad though. I have a muscular body and I stand about five foot eight inches, plus with my implants I get some pretty incredible men follow me home. I’ve even had a few ask me to marry them, I’m just not the marrying type.

The best experience I ever had happened at the City Zoo. A couple years ago I decided to go to the zoo, I hadn’t been there in years. It was warm and sunny that day so I sported short shorts and a tight little tank top. He first took notice of me by the gorilla cages. Then I caught his eye again by the lions den. His name was Jeremy and he was thin, tall and young, probably about nineteen, he never did tell me his age. He was quite thick though when he got excited. As I walked toward the public bathroom he ran up to me and introduced himself. I smiled while I continued walking toward the toilet.

He was still standing there when I walked out. I thought what he’d be like, he was so young and cute. So I took him into the bathroom and pushed him into the stall, locking the door behind us.

“What are you doing?” He said with a touch of confusion in his voice.
As I untied my tank top and pulled it down I replied, “You want me don’t you? I know I feel pretty hot right now especially seeing that bulge you keep trying to hide in your pants.”

His face turned red at the site of my big, round, perky breasts which were less than a foot away from his face. I took his head and drove it between my boobs. He quickly put his hands on both of them and roamed his mouth around like he was searching for milk or something. I reached over and undid his button fly jeans which looked like they were cutting off the circulation to his head. He stood stiff as a board already and we hadn’t even gotten into the good stuff yet. As I pulled my shorts down to expose my own hardened excitement his face turned even more red. He didn’t pull away though, instead he put his hand down there making me shake in pleasure. Pushing his hand back I turned my back to him and felt his full thickness and I lowered my bottom down on him. I bounced my body in a rhythmic motion as I touched myself. We reach our peak together and it was definitely a beautiful thing.

I ended up giving Jeremy my number but he never called me. I was disappointed at the moment, quickly moving on to the next man who came along. So disappointed yes, heartbroken, no way. I had plenty more men to explore.

Shemale Anna Alexandre in White Stockings

David stood about six foot five inches. He was a stock broker living right in the heart of Manhattan. Always dressed in the best suits and his hair styled to perfection, even his nails were manicured. David just turned thirty six and was in his prime. He enjoyed the company of women but had a fetish for the more exotic. Although he was a polished business man on the outside, he was an obscene man when it came to his sexual deviant side.

By day, David could talk anyone into anything. He was a crude business man, always knowing what he wanted and stopping at nothing to accomplish it. In his sex life he was the same. When he focused in on a woman, he went for her and always got her. He had a way with making women feel sexy about themselves then turn the tables by using them and doing dirty things to them. He would humiliate them, forcing them to abuse him. Sometimes he would even get them to use the bathroom on him, or strap him down and spank him.
Deep down he knew it wasn’t the women he wanted. He wanted a sexy shemale to dominate and abuse him. One to become his master and rule his nights like he ruled people during the day. He would venture out on the streets at night looking for transsexual lovers to fulfill his needs. Every time he went out and found one, they’d end up being something other than what he wanted. He needed the perfect tranny to be his master and his lover. She would have to be all woman except for that one thing between her legs. One night he finally got lucky and found the perfect shemale companion.

She was walking down the boulevard with a long cigarette in her lips. He noticed her long, flaming red hair first, it was amazing. Then as she turned toward him he made note of the feminine qualities of her beautiful face. The high cheek bones, pouting lips and her bedroom eyes. He began to think that she was actually just another woman. She bent down and stuck her head into the passenger side window of my car, a sexy smile came across her face sending waves of hunger through his body.
“You looking for something mister?” Her voice seemed to sing the words out to him.
David reached over and opened the door, “Get in.”
As she lowered herself down onto the seat he reached over and grabbed her between legs. She jumped back looking like she was going to spank him right across the face. “Sorry I had to make sure you were exactly what I wanted.”
“So? Am I what your looking for?” The angry was evident in her voice as she snapped the questions back at him.

He placed his gentle, reassuring hand on her leg, “Yes, you are everything”, smiling to himself he put the car in drive and headed toward home.
His apartment was warm and inviting, full of all the luxuries money could buy. She looked around with wonderment at how fancy this place was. She made her way into the living room and took a seat on the leather chair positioned in the corner by the balcony doors. David came from the bedroom with leather stir-ups, bra and mask, throwing them toward the tranny hooker. He was already dressed in crotchless leather shorts and a tight leather tank top, leather bracelets around his wrists and a tight leather collar around his neck.

She put on the outfit in front of him and took a firm grip onto his leash. She pulled at him so hard he landed on his knees and crawled behind her. When they got to the bedroom she forced him down onto the bed and restrained his leather bound wrists to the head board. With whip in hand, she proceeded to make him cry out in pain, calling him names and humiliating him. He loved it, his excitement rose to the point of no return. Crying out in pleasure, he exploded wildly. She whipped him for it because it was not commanded of him, which just got him more excited.
As the sun rose the next morning, she woke him with a hot cup of coffee and blackened toast. He rolled toward her and knew he had found his true master.