I am rather a freak in the sheets.
As I age rather gracefully my mind and sexuality becomes more mature and far less judgemental.
In the 80s and 90's the peace loving hippies ( way before hipsters and skinny jeans and Un Manly beards ) in my former home of California,they had a really cool bumper sticker. On their Volkswagen, Subaru , Volvo , or ancient pickup truck in Humboldt County which is analogous to Sagawda
Minds Are Like Parachutes
They Are Made To Be
Open !!!
I admit to homophobery. I admit to ridiculing Trans. Until I Cared for them as wonderful, maligned and misunderstood Human Beings , in my Professional Emergency Nurse Role
They are really fun to chat with. Of course in San Francisco, the Mecca and Medina of all things Gay Hello Snap Snap Snap, one must embrace them or simply be fucking miserable.
Not into trans in fucking or play though.... then.
Something shifted as I evolved. As I worked and struggled daily at improving my soul. Coupled with the fact that in a period of sexual doldrums I accidentally on purpose stumbled and bumbled into Asian Lady Boy porn.
There are tons of it , mostly it sucked, no pun intended until I found a really smoking hot Pinay Trans and a really hunky make boy toy.
There is porn wherein the acting is scripted, boring and passionless. Then there is excellent art in porn. Wherein it's Decidely NON scripted , coupled with awesome cinema photography and editing. It captures love making and fucking that makes my tool hugely engorged with throbbing , punsating blood
She was shy , the busty Pinay TS. Really shy as she coyly seduced her boy toy. He was kinda straight and appropriately nervous.
Eventually they had a simply great love making. One could feel the emotions , see their budding love and almost smell the scent of maleness and femininity.
After they both came they were interviewed and truly a special afterplay was captured
I love to travel. To explore. To discover other cultures and people. Of course the Philippines is my home. And road trips are great.
I felt sluttish as I prepared for trolling for a great fuck. And I noted though rather masculine, I felt feminine big time.
The. Go go bars with bored provincial girls was the antithesis of viagra. In fact it was fucking depressing and I said the hell with this I'm outa here.
But a girl outside a club was STUNNING. She lured me inside in her femininity. But alas moments later I realized it was a Ladyboy bar , what the Thais call katoeys.
I was terrified.... of the fact that it turned me on as well as the usual I need to fuck jitters.
So I actually had a drink. Jack Daniels and a San Miguel chaser.
The girls are so flirtatious I kinda sorta maybe forgot they all had cocks as well
Then she appeared. Long brown hair. Long hair. Beautiful brown eyes. Full sensual lips. Curvy ass , tummy flat mostly and huge breasts. I love breasts. Big ones. Small ones. I just love breasts
I bought Pamela a drink. And she was amazing as so femme femme she was. She assured me she thought I was both handsome and pretty.
We just talked. And talked. About her life. Her family. Her struggles. In excellent English.
Only one shot of Sippin Whiskey. Half a beer I said to self , in for a penny in for a pound.
Paid her bar fine. She changed into sophisticated clothes oh so classy.
In the room I went to the balcony and she allowed me to kiss her.
Things slowly moved near the bed and she undressed me like what a geisha may do
I trembled in anticipation and lust.
Eventually we were in the bed with candlelight. I bring them to Hotels.
One thing led to another and holy bananas.... she knew where to touch. Were to suck. Where to put her well lubricated index finger as she hit MY G spot. My prostate.
In a number of moments I screamed. My toes curled. I was shaking like a palm tree in a Tropical Storm.
I had not cum for weeks. I came. Then I came some more.
It took many moments for my breathing and heart to slow back down
She went to the ref and held ice cold tube to my suddenly parched mouth. She went to the CR and came back with warm soapy towels and cleaned me. There was a lot to clean.
Never once did I freak out....
Never did I feel close minded
Never did it feel .... weird.
Minds are like Parachutes
They are made to be open. 😭😍😍😍
