Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2010 21:46:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: Michelle

I guess from the moment I opened the penthouse magazine and saw a layout of
 my first transsexual, I knew I would one day be in love with a she male.
There  was nothing more sexy in my mind than a woman/man in one body. I was
never gay,  at least in the traditional sense. I just found myself unable to
resist a man  with breast or a woman with a penis. Is that so weird?

It was maybe five years after I saw that article that I met my first she
male. I was doing a weekend gig at a lesbian wedding, the groom in a tux the
bride in a gown and the families torn by the whole thing. One family hated
and  was embarrassed by the whole affaire, the other, copped a se la vie
attitude.  Being the DJ, I was in the middle, trying to satisfy all parties.

The crowd was mixed, men with men and women in flannel with women. I did
not ask noir did I tell as I was well paid to do this. Out of the crowd, a
slim  and quite obvious she male appeared and made a request. I was in a sort
of  comfort zone, being in an all gay crowd, so I immediately played her/his
 request. She was on the dance floor dancing alone, which I found tragic.
Quickly  I qu ed another song and with great embarrassments and fear joined
her on the  dance floor. W e moved silently to the tune and I excused myself
at the end, to  make the segue to the next song.

I found myself quite aroused and unsatisfied. As I continued to play music,
 she eventually came over and asked to look over my selections. I obliged
and  acted as nonshalont as I could with a boner and she seemed to be relaxed
with  the situation. I have to tell you my libido was at an all time high
and I was so  afraid she would know it. She pick a couple songs but seemed to
be milling  around on purpose. Not that I minded, the others seemed to be
indifferent.

We struck up a real conversation as I attended to the music and I found out
 she was named Michelle. A name I had secretly loved since the Beatles
song.  Finally I decided it was fairly apparent she was not put off by me, so I
asked  if she would like to have diner or coffee or drinks sometime? She
gave me an  award winning smile and said that would be lovely. I was not from
the area, in  fact I had driven in some sixty miles for the gig so I decided
to press my luck  and ask if she was busy after the wedding? My heart was in
my throat, both  because of her potential answer and my inner response to
my desires.She must  have sensed my situation and said, can I take you to a
favorite bar later? I  just smiled and nodded.

After the bride threw the bouquet, which was scrambled after by all the men
 in the room, the party wound down and I began to pack up. Michelle
eventually  appeared, relieving my anxiety and asked if she could help. I declined
yet she  still wound up the speaker wires, giving me a great view of her
rear end. I have  to say I was in a state of arousal, different from any I had
known.

I followed her to a nearby lounge and parked, she told me this was a very
mellow venue and I would be at ease. I guess she knew more about me than I
did  myself...Inside  there was a duo performing. A female impersonator
singing  and a very gay piano player. The crowd was mixed, some couples, some
singles and  a few straights. I guess at the moment I felt like the gays. We
had a couple  martinis and got acquainted and never once discussed our
sexuality, which I felt  very good about because I might have freaked. As the night
wore on, somehow we  kissed and then kissed some more, I found myself
infatuated with her.

Michelle eventually suggested we go back to her place, since we both lived
so far apart.. I was quite agreeable.  I have a roommate she warned me and
I said, is that a problem? She smiled and said , not for me, if it is not
for  you. So we caravanned over several blocks to her place, the whole time I
was  nursing a near full on woodie.At the door we stopped and kissed deeply
and I  felt my hard on nearly break. She unlocked the door and there was
her roommate,  Kate, also a very sexual transsexual. I nearly busted a load
right then, one was  more than I could conceive of, two was a miracle.

Let me stop and explain to you how sexually aroused I become by the thought
 of a transsexual woman/Man.
I can't explain the physics but I find them more attractive than any woman
on the big screen. My skivies rise in anticipation of a possible encounter,
I  have dreamed of this night for years, this is a small representation of
my  sexual desire for these women

Anyway. Michelle introduced me to Abigail and I tried my best to  behave, I
was so enthralled with Michelle, I almost could ignore  Abigail.  W e all
sat and chatted and had another couple martinis, now I  was at critical
launch stage, if you catch my drift. I finally took the bull by  the horns and
kissed Michelle deeply and felt her up, her firm ass, her strong  body and her
overall package. Abigail took the hint and disappeared and we kept  getting
deeper in passion. I kissed her, she kissed me back, I Felt her bottom,
she felt my hard on and so on. We ended up in the sack, and at some point I
had  the most delicious moment of my life, she let me suck her cock and
eventually  came in my mouth. I enjoyed each second of it and will tell you more
later  darlings.....