Chapter two
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Posted:Feb 27, 2012 3:10 am
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Abuse who needs it II
I gave into her desire to be the dominant partner. She must have felt me give way to her, because the next moment she broke our kiss and pushed me back flat against the back of the couch. She was definitely the Dom. She crawled onto my lap, which I still have, below knee amputee, remember. Well as I said. She sat on top of me and stared into my eyes for a long moment. Then, without warning, she grabbed my blouse and ripped it open, popping all my buttons still buttoned. She smiled at me looking for approval or rejection, and saw approval in my face. Her smile grew larger as she pounced on my neck like a starving vampire. She needed to be in control right now, she need to be the one to choose what and when to make the advances.
As Vanessa sucked on my neck and nibble, no bit on my ear lob, here right hand unlatched my front snapping bra. As my tits escaped their prisons, her nipping teeth moved their way across and down my chest, in search of a nipple. Her lips surrounded my pinger nipple, and sucked on it like a baby calf nursing on it's mother. While she tried to draw milk out of my breast her right hand forcefully slid below my sweat pants and attacked my pussy and clit with a hot passion usually reserved for men, that don't care about anyone but themselves. Her fingers shoved their way inside a hole in thseam of my pants, finding my, not quite wet lower lips. They were pushing and rushing their way in and out, making me get wet. Soon, despite the intrusion, my pussy was wet, very wet. She didn't even notice my little friend. She was in a sexual rage. I haven't been ravished in a long long time, and I was getting in the mood to be, ravished that is.
Vans mouth and hands were all over me, and then she spoke. “Pull up my skirt and …, pull it up now.” she commanded me. I did as I was told and her skirt was soon around her waist. She pivoted off me and sat on the couch, her hand never stopped rubbing the back of my head. I was in submissive mode and didn't care what she had planned, next. I was being drawn to her face by her hand behind my head. I thought we were about to kiss but she grabbed my hair and pulled with a painful jerk. She spread her legs as she pushed my head between her legs.
“Lick my cunt, bitch” came the command.
I tried not to seem eager to lick, and I was. I pretended to dislike the request, and twisted my head some, and when I did, she pressed my face harder into her pussy. I have a very strong tongue and know how to use it, on men and women.
I began mainlining her clit at first, so as to placate her, and let her feel the power she yearned for. I traced around her clit and ran my tongue spiraling out slowly over her lips. I ended at the back center of her wet pussy, and ran my stiff tongue straight up the center and started flicking back and forth across her clit. Her juices were flowing, and they smelled like spring flowers and tasted like clover honey. It was then that I took the fingers of my left hand and inserted two of them into her, and curled them. It took me only a minute to find her G-spot, just behind her clit. Actually, it's the part of her clitoris that on the inside. Then I did my Magic, with my two fingers. I slowly rubbed across her G-spot by curling and uncurling my magic fingers. Every time I did her body involuntarily jerked, but I heard no complaints, nor orders to cease and desist. My tongue matched the movement of my fingers as I flicked it back and forth over the outside.
Her grip on my hair was loosening and her her breathing was becoming filled with little whimpers. Her hips began to rise and fall with the rhythm of my movements. I guess she began enjoying it to much, 'cause once again, she grabbed my hair a pushed my face deeper between her legs. I couldn't maintain my G-spot stroking, so took my fingers out and moved one of them back to her butt, and began to rim her asshole with it.
“No, don't do that. I didn't tell you, you could. Stop.”
I stopped riming her and began to rub across her pussy lips instead. Her voice was silent, so I continued. This went on for many minutes, as her tension and passion rose. Soon both of her hands were pushing on the back of my head, and her hips began moving up and down again.
“Make me cum, make me cum NOW.” She screamed.
I flicked my tongue faster and faster, and pulled three of my fingers in and out of her wet lips. My hair fell free from her grasp. Her hips thrust up, on their own accord, and her back arched, then she let out a loud high pitched cry embedding her fingers in my couch cushions. Her body fell limp back down onto the couch. I moved my fingers in and out slowly, and slowly and more gently licked her lower lips, to bring her down from her orgasm soft and easy. That's something most men don't remember to do. Our orgasms don't stop when we shake and scream. They don't end 'til minutes later.
After a couple of minutes of slowly caressing her privates with my tongue and kissing and sucking on her pussy lips, I stopped. I turned over and rested on my back, with my head on her thigh. She had an “I can't believe I just did that” look on her face, and I had a smile on mine.
She tried to talk, and all that came out of her mouth was,”Thanks, I'm sleepy, can I take a nap?”
I lifted my head from her lap and she leaned over and put her head on my pillow and promptly went to sleep. I'll let her sleep for now. When she wakes, it's gonna be my turn, and she'll find out about my “little friend” because I didn't think she'd realized it yet. I can hardly wait to tell my Adult Dating zone friends about this one. Someday soon I have plans for mr. Tom. His balls are mine.
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Abuse, who needs it
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Posted:Feb 9, 2012 2:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2012 3:58 pm
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There was a gentle knock on the door, I barely heard it, but I'm sure it was a knock. I was in my kitchen getting the ingredients together to make diner. I hadn't planed on company, so was cooking for one. I swung around and headed toward the front door, yelling, “Don't leave,I'm cumin'” as I went. There was the sound of another knock as I approached. “Why don't they ring my door bell,” I thought to myself. From the angle I was at, I could only make out the hat-less top of someones head. I yelled once more before I arrived at my destination. Upon opening my door, I found Vanessa standing there with her shoulders drooped down, her hair falling across her face, with a tissue in her hand. She sniffled and let out a little sob.
“May I come in please?” she quietly requested.
I swung the door open a wheeled backward to let her in. She stepped in blotting running mascara from her cheek. She turned and look over at me, with eyes that were bright hazel last night. Those eyes were mostly red and puffy from crying right now.
“What's wrong, are you OK?” I asked.
“I know we don't know each other very well, but, you were there last night, with us. You know how the night started.” She chocked out the words, like spitting out bitter candies.
After blowing here nose, she continued. “ Tom was okay when you were there, wasn't he?” She inquired. Sounding like a plea for an answer yes.
“Okay as in “How?”, I asked.
“You know, like a regular... normal …person, happy,.... funny, polite, …and stuff.”
She looked so distraught and emotionally bruised, like a fairy who got a bullet through her wing. The word helpless just doesn't cover it. Vanessa was almost five feet tall, with the body of a goddess. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her last night.
Over the holiday season, my friends saw that I was getting up and about, and back out into the world. So Jenny and Roy, kind of committed me to sing Karaoke at a bar where a V.J. I've been friends with for about seven years was hosting. Johnny and I would get together when I was home, and sing “Total eclipse of the heart”, by Bonnie Tyler, and “Paradise by the dashboard light”, by Meatloaf. We didn't just stand there and sing, but acted dramatic, like the artists do when they sing. Especially Meatloaf, we had seen him perform the song live, and it's funny as hell, and so were we. The crowd loved us, as the owners did, because we made customers happy. But I digress, sorry. Johnny and I had finished our songs, when a beautiful, petite, black haired woman, asked me if I would do a duet with her?
“I just want to sing a song with you, you're so good, I don't care which song.” Her words were full of admiration.
“How 'bout “Magic man” by Heart?” I suggested.
That was more then okay with her. I could tell, because her intense hazel eyes were glowing, and so was her smile. Now that our song was established, she wrote out our song ticket and took it up to Johnny. Soon she was back at my table asking if her and her blind date could join us. How could I say no? Been there, done that. Blind dates are more then awkward, and some new friends could make it a little easier. It took her only a couple of minutes to drag her date over to our table. He didn't seem too happy about meeting new people. He was there to get her drunk, hit on her, and have a one niter. But I wasn't going to tell her that, at least, not yet.
“I'm Vanessa, and this is Tom, and this is Serina, and her friends.”
Jenny and Roy yelled out their names, and pulled a couple of chairs out for them. For the next half hour or so we listened to the other singers, and waited for our names to be called. The more we shared information about each other, the more sociable Tom became. I did some magic, by request, for the table next to ours, then pushed the two tables together. Now we were nine. Tom was becoming less and less, the center of attention. Vanessa showed him lots of attention herself, rubbing his shoulders or simply putting his arm around her. Everything seemed fine. Everyone was having a fun time. Then Johnny announced our names as the next singers. We made our way to the front, and the microphones.
As we sang our song, it was clear to me that she was a very good singer who doesn't believe she is. We were in great the pocket, with our harmony and timing. We ended the song to a roaring applause. We bowed and went back to our table. Another hour passed by before Tom told Vanessa, it's time to leave. She wasn't ready to go, but he said he was hungry and wanted to go to his favorite truck stop. I gave her one of my cards and told her to come over or call sometime, and it had been a pleasure singing with her, and look forward to doing it again. They left, and we stuck around for another hour.
“Now, tell me what happened after you left.” I requested of her.
“Well everything was going just fine at first. He was holding me close in the car, and said he new a great place to make out, and he couldn't wait 'til we got to his apartment. He said he like screwing in the car best anyway.”
I could see her eyes welling up with tears, as she struggled to hold them in. as she revealed the rest of her ordeal to me.
“We drove about ten minutes and ended up in a parking deck of the Century Three Mall. He told me he knew the night security guard. We started kissing and, you know. Soon my blouse was off and his shit was open. He's fairly well ripped, and not much hair, and I really like sucking on nipples. He let me take charge, and be the aggressor, at first. I sucked on his nipples, and was running my tongue around his six pack, while I started stroking his rod. It was pretty big and poked well out of his pants. Then his mood began to change, when he strongly suggested I lick the head of his cock. I told him, I have a cold sore on my mouth and it would hurt to give head. As I lowered my head to lick his little head, when I felt his head on the back of my head. He pushed down hard, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I could feel it deep back into my throat and I started to gag. His held me down by putting his right arm across my back, and pushing. With his other hand in my hair he slammed my head up and down over his cock. I got scared and couldn't fight, and didn't resist. I was afraid of what he might do, here in this dark parking deck. He moaned, and said some filthy comments to me, like I was some kind of slut.”
It was at this point, she could no longer hold back her terror. Through a flood of tears, she finished her tale of abuse.“Here honey,” I said, handing her another tissue.
“He kept on forcing his cock in and out of my mouth until he came, in my mouth. I didn't swallow, but let it trickle out onto him. He pulled my head up and said.
“Now that's better, I hope it was good for you too. And if it wasn't and you tell anyone the way you gave me head. I'll make sure it will be your idea. Now put your shirt back on.
” As I did as I was told, he started the car and drove to the bottom of the hill, below the mall. He stopped at the red light, and insisted I get out. I looked at him in shook, and he repeated himself. Then I got mad, 'cause I could see people at the bus stop, and in the restaurant parking lot. I grabbed my purse, and got out of the car, slamming the door, as he thanked me for a good time. I looked around and wanted to scream, but didn't. I was still afraid some. I sat at the bus stop bench in tears until the bus came. After three or four buses passed, and I didn't get on, I finally climbed into one and made my way home. I didn't want to be alone in a cab, so I walked about five mils from where the bus dropped me off. I didn't sleep, and drove over here. I didn't know what else to do. I hope you don't mind.”
“Of course I don't mind.” I told her, as I leaned in close and gave her a big comforting hug. She felt good, a little wet from tears, but good. I rubbed her back and told her, it will be okay. Then I moved away just a little, so our faces were inches away from one another. We stared into each others eyes for a long moment, then to my surprise, she leaned her face closer, and opened her mouth slightly for a kiss. Our lips met and it felt like two magnets being drawn together. Soon our tongues were entwined, and Vanessa began to unbutton my top. And I wasn't stopping her.
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Not quite out yet
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Posted:Dec 14, 2011 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2012 1:21 am
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Chris told me, he had to go take a whiz and wash up the good parts
"You don't need to wash, I like the way you taste with cum all over it." Chris yelled as he rushed up the stairs.
So I sat back into my wheelchair, and rolled to the kitchen, to fix two hard liquor drinks. See, neither of us drink anything but beer while doing magic shows. It can turn disastrous in seconds, so we only drink hard later.
I poured us two glasses of Romulan Ale. Romulan Ale is a strong drink from the world of Star Trek. It's home made, and a staple for the holidays at any respectable Star Trek fans home. It's comprised of, club soda, peppermint oil, blue food coloring, and ever-clear/180proof alcohol. I made my way through the dining room and turned on the space heater in the living room to break the chill. I do plan on us being completely naked soon.
I heard Chris as he stepped down the stairs and across the floor. It's an old, creaky house, but it's mine. I finished lighting the honeysuckle scented candle, slipped out of my chair, and onto the couch, reached over to our drinks, and handed him his.
"To coming out into the world again." I said as I raised my glass in a toasting gesture.
"To the bravest Magician in the world." Chris added, as our glasses rang as they touched.
We moved our faces closer to one another as we swallowed our mouthfuls of Ale, and we kissed before we put our glasses on the table. We fumbled to make sure the liquid didn't spill and released the the glasses gentle. It was a less then romantic scene. His glass almost fell over the edge and mine, all over the table. We both were trying to be romantic and do it without looking. Just like in the movies. Didn't work. We laughed for a moment, and then kissed some more.
"I'm going to show you, just how thankful I am, for you being there for me, Chris." With that being said, I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. As I did, he lifted his butt, and pulled his speedo's off. I left my panties on so they would help to hold my cock out of the way. It can hurt if it gets bent the wrong way. You guys know what I'm talkin' about. It's definitely a buzz kill.
I love the feel of Chris' dick as it gets bigger in my hand. It fills up really big. It doesn't hang out real big when he's not turned on. So when it engorges, it seems to get way big. He is big, at eight inches long, and thick. Soon his nipples felt my teeth closing in on them. He loves having his nips sucked and bitten. He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth around his nip.
"Harder, suck harder." he pleaded, as I complied. I'd never tell him, but I like sucking on them too. It's not the same as a woman's. They don't ping as big, but they do ping. His dick was full, and just needed to be wet down, before I climb aboard. I looked down at his dick, and saw it's mushrooming head. I thought I heard it say hello, as I plunged my wide open mouth over it. My tongue flickered all over it, before I made my way down the shaft. I grabbed him by the balls, and deep throated. Hips thrusted up to meet my lips, and fingers made marks in the side of his thigh. I started to laugh, but stopped. That could get dangerous. Chris felt me start to laugh, and he got ticklish. He does that when he gets very turned on. The fingers of my hand holding his balls began to wiggle lightly, on the back of his Ball sack, near his ass hole. He begged me not to, "please, no".
He was ready anyway, and so was I. I stopped giving him head and crawed on top of him, to have a ride. It was as though I had all my parts, except only one foot hung over the edge. No time to think about it now. I jumped on top, and lowered myself down around Chris' second head. He grabbed my tits, and had this look on his face. It looked like he was gasping for air. As though my pussy was smothering him, and I guess,in a way it was.
I put my hands on his shoulders and began rocking up and down on him. I was plenty wet enough, and so was he. He slid in and out with hardly any effort at all. The leg exercises I've been doing with my re-learning how to walk, seems to have some added benefits. Every so often I'd flex my Keagle muscles on my way up, stop when I got to where his head was just inside my pussy, then squeeze.
"Do that, do that some more." Were the only words I heard from him. We were lip locked most of the time. We "made love" at a nice even pace, with no reason to hurry. Chris started to hump back, and not just sit there and enjoy my gift to him. I liked that, and speed up the pace some, and pumped harder. We moved together, in on erotically smooth movement. We looked like a movie now, a porn movie.
Then the time came, when all we could do is stare at each other and make noises as we felt our fucking coming to its crest. I could feel Chris' dick getting ready, and my abdomen tightening. I'm sure he could feel it too.
He knew I could control my orgasm trigger some, so he asked me.
"Serina, cum with me, cum with me, please...I'm..cum..cuming."
I couldn't hold back, if I tried. We, were cuming together. That's a great gift. Doesn't happen that often.
We didn't stop then, but kept moving, slowly,up and down, in and out, nice and slow. We moved that way for about a minute, then we couldn't move anymore. I collapsed on top of Chris, but not for long. He leaned to his left and rolled me off to the side, next to him. I let him, and lay there basking in the glow.
We were silent for many minutes until Chris snickered and smiled. He got that little devil look on his face.
"OK, what are you thinking, come on?" I asked.
He slapped himself on the cheek, and told me he was bein' bad. I asked him again,"What?"
He looked me straight faced in the eyes and took on a formal demeanor, like a news reporter, and asked. " Ms. Cox, in light of the encounter we just had. What exactly is it that you do, under the mistletoe?"
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Posted:Nov 21, 2011 12:52 am
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My computer has been screwed up for the last few days, and still not right. I had to dump a bunch of stuff and re-install windows 7. I'm still not secure with it. Will be here when I can.
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more than once
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Posted:Nov 13, 2011 11:54 am
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I've been asked, more than once, why do I not write complete memoir accounts instead of writing them in two or three blogs entries. Well, a few years ago when I began my memoirs on my blog, and some before it. I would begin to write, and write, and have about seven or eight paragraphs typed, and then, and then, oops. Suddenly Adult Dating zone does something, or my cable company, who I get my internet service through, does something, and I lose the entire account(story) of what was being written. For those of you who write, you know the frustration. Ideas flow and take on a life of their own, then suddenly. The memory or story line and inspiration is gone, lost in space somewhere.
So I desided to post a little at a time. Most readers seem to enjoy the format. No ones complained mind you, they've just asked why. So this is my WHY? Just thought I'd let you know. I also write down notes of my past events and try to be as accurate as possible. This gives me a chance to do just that. For the enjoyment of, you, my reader.
What were the turkey's prophetic last words?
Bite me!
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My coming out part II
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Posted:Nov 11, 2011 2:48 am
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2011 11:02 pm
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We, meaning me, started as soon as we got to the car. It was just after closing when we left the party, so the parking lot was pretty empty by then. So We wheeled me out, and I got in the passenger side, of course, and Chris was putting my wheelchair in the trunk, and breaking down, taking apart, the gypsy box, as I got comfortable. I got very comfortable, I was suddenly so horny I couldn't help myself. I pulled down my pants and slid my panties and right pant leg off completely, which for me is real easy to do, now. I spread my legs, reached down between them, and started to rub my pussy. I get horny most of the time, when I have a good show, and this one was one of my best in a long time, and I was, how is it said. ubber horny.
By the time my fingers spread my pussy lips to mainline my clit, I was already wet. I held my lips open with the fingers of my left hand, and worked my wet hole with my right. Chris got done putting the stuff in the trunk and opened the drivers door, and climbed in. He didn't notice what I was doing at first, by first I mean about two seconds. I hadn't stopped or slowed down, because I felt no need to. He sat there watching me for a good minute. He started rubbing the outside of his slacks, and I could see his bulge getting bigger. I turned to him and smiled.
"I'm so fuckin' horny, I've got to get off now. Are you going to help me or watch??" We have this routine we do when we finger me, so he knew what I needed of him, to make this ok orgasm, a good one. I cum so much better when he helps me. Chris leaned over and stuck his index finger inside me, and got it all wet. As he did, his started kissing me on the neck, running his tongue around my ear. He knows all about my little hot button behind my ear, and he knew that I knew he was heading there with his licking and kissing. You see, I have this little spot just behind my ears, where the base of my scull comes around, it's about two thirds the way down the length of my ear. It doesn't matter where I'm at, or who I'm with, or what I'm doing. If you touch the hot spot just right, lightly, with your finger tip or tongue. It's like you turn on a switch that makes me horny, instantly. I mean HORNY, I've actually had orgasms when the switch has been properly stimulated. Nothing else touched or played with, just my little hot spot. It's annoying sometimes, because if you know about it, you can use it to tease me. You can imagine how, just touching it, etc.. The closer his licks, and kisses got to my spot, the greater the number of fingers he stuck inside me. I was loving it, and he knew it. See, when I stimulate my clit and he is finger or toy fucking me, it's next to perfect.
Three of his fingers were now sopping wet and plunging in and out of me. I knew what he had planed for me next, and suddenly, I knew I was right. Only a brief moment after I thought of what he might be planning to do to me, he did it. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and began flicking it all around and on my hot horny spot. At the same time he was tormenting my neck, he curled his fingers and began stroking my G-spot. Yes I know I have one, and so do other women. It's the rest of our clit, that's up inside us, they're about an inch and a half or two long. They do exist, trust me. I immediately went into a major orgasm. I let out a scream or two, and went into convulsions. It looked like I was having a grandma seizure. He didn't care about himself at all, it was all about me, at the moment. After what seemed a long time, my body calmed down and a caught my breath. I tilted my head or toward Chris, and smiled.
"You want a BJ now, or do you want to spend the night?" He just smiled back at me, started the car and began pulling out of the parking lot. I pulled up my panties and slacks and lite two cigarettes. I put the smoke stick in his mouth, and slid my head down his chest, and onto his cock. I began squeezing, and he smacked my hand.
"No, no, no, not while I'm driving, that's worse then texting." I slid back into my seat, and we laughed. I put on some music, and we reminisced about the evening, so far. This is going to be a weekend to remember, for sure. It only took about half an hour to drive back home. The traffic on the fort Pitt bridge was very lite. We got home and into the house, and our cloths started flying every which way. I turned to Chris, and said.
"Your turn now, and I want more."
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My coming out
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Posted:Nov 4, 2011 3:36 am
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Sorry it took so long for me to tell you all about the best weekend I've had in years, Yes years. Not only was it Halloween weekend, but I made my, grande re-outing into the world of performing magician. On top of that I had a great costume, and my BFWB was my assistant. Then we spent the whole weekend together, and had some great sex. Now, here's the delicious details.
It started back on October 5th, when my favorite MFWB, came over and demanded(begged) I join him in a costume party at a nite club in the area. They were having a costume contest, and first prize was $250.00, he wanted to show up all his friends, and only I could make that happen. Cris had a good idea that he thought, I could make into a great idea. Anyway, he had sort of booked me to do my mentalist show for my usual fee. That surprise floored me, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to hug him, or tell him to cancel the booking.
He pulled out a pocket full of papers and tried to flatten them on the kitchen table.
"What flavor coffee you got today, I can't quite place the scent?" he asked, in his excitement, as his hands hurriedly organized the pieces of paper.
I was sure he'd like the flavor, so I just reached for his personal coffee cup, I gave him for his birthday, two years ago. I found his cup, put in three spoonfuls of sweetener, and filled it 3/4 full, just the way he likes it. He finds that a not full cup is harder to spill, because he can be a bit of a klutz sometimes. We sat there for about an hour, and made changes in his plans for our costumes. And I decided to say yes, to both the contest, and to getting back up on stage. His plan became, our plan, and our return to the stage. Well, my return, his first time. Having him assist me in my show was part of the deal for me becoming his partner. I'm not ready to do my show alone yet, and it'll be fun to have him help anyway. Now we have three and a half weeks to get ready. I called Todd, a friend and illusion builder, I've been honored to know for over a decade. He came over an hour later, I showed him the plans, and he began to perfect our plans even more. In just a couple minutes, he was done with his modifications, and left us, to begin his quest. After dinner, Chris had to leave, and I didn't hear from him for a few days.
A couple of days later, Chris calls me and asks me if I'd consider doing another show, across town on Halloween night? He had already told the owner, yes, on the hunch that I'd say yes too. There was going to be a costume contest there too. His logic was, why waste the costume on only one contest. He had entered us in that contest, and another on Friday night.
Todd and I worked on the costume/illusion, for a week and a half before we deemed it completely ready for the public. That meant I'd have two weeks to build a whole routine and teach Chris his part, and learn it all. but it was gonna be so cool. OK, here is the best I can describe it.
Todd built a panel board box that fit down over my wheelchair, that looked like an old gypsy fortune teller machine, like the one in the movie "BIG". It wasn't that heavy, and the front was like a door that opened, for me to get out when I needed to use the bathroom. We had to bring my walker in with us, and I used it to walk from the bathroom door to the stall. I only had to do it twice each night, lucky for us. Anyway, It was a little more modern then the old machine was, with flashing lights trimming the outside, and a black-lite, with florescent paint inside. There were a few magic extras, like the floating card , the puff of cold air(the presence of a spirit), and a ghostly head in the upper inside corner of the box. All the electrical stuff was adapted to run on some batteries, well hidden, in the box. There was also a functioning coin slot, like the kind used in laundromats. If you wanted a Tarot card reading, it cost you two quarters. I also had a detachable little table I placed the Tarot cards on, as I did the readings. I made $23.50, my first night, $5.00 of that being a tip from a gratified patron. Our show was right before the contest. I used the same stage as the band, and their light-man was kind enough to spotlight us, as needed. I even used my condition to my favor, and told the audience that since I had my amputation, my psychic powers have become even more acute. The show was a terrific success. I'm sure glad I let Chris talk me into going. He was the perfect assistant too. Everything went according to plan.
We didn't win the contest though, we came in second and got $150.00 for our troubles. The guy who won did deserve to win. He was the Master-chief from the video game HALO. His costume was so real, and when he was introduced he walked out, aimed his rifle, pulled the trigger, and a green laser light came out, and with the smoke in the room you could see it as it raced across the room, hit some guy half way back the room and there was a big flash, like the guy had been shot. It was damn good.
I was so horny that night when we got to my home, that I asked Chris to stay the night. I dominated the entire night of sex. We started with........
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The Blodless Vampire continued
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Posted:Oct 20, 2011 8:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2011 3:12 pm
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That's what we are, sexual predators, males and females of our species. We are Vampires, sexual vampires. We survive , not on the blood of humans, but on their sexual energies. We drain only what we need, just like the other vampires. We try not to exterminate any of our providers. The general rule is, one orgasm at a time. When they have an orgasm , that's when we suck the sexual energy from them, while it's at it's peak. We know they'll be back for more, because once they've tasted us, they become addicted to our fluids like a drug. They always come back for more, willingly, sort of. We Have been among mankind since the days of Adam and Eve. It wasn't the devil, or a snake that temped Eve to bite a piece of fruit. It was one of us, enticing her to indulge in the fruit of sex. We helped Eve have the first orgasm known to mankind. Alas the one who took her took to much. Her body could not handle the glory that was the orgasm, and her body shut down. In fear of the repercussions he gave her some of his energies. Her psyche was still in the body, but it shared his energy. She became the first human to share our needs, and become a vessel to hold the sexual desires of others inside them, and transfer them to the one who she belonged with. the one who turned her, Belshazzar . In return she would feel closer and closer to god and heaven with every orgasm she experienced. By the same token, Adam was not tempted by a bite of some forbidden fruit, but by the knowledge and pleasure god wanted only for himself. Adam delivered his seed into Eve, and Eve beget him two sons, Able and Cain. Then was a good thing. We think, it still is, but that's just us. We think much different then humans.
Our only other helpful attribute is that all of us are attractive . We also have the ability to change our physical appearance a little to make ourselves more appealing to different cultures. Oh yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. We just help them see what we want them to see, to a certain extent. We never control anybody against their will. We only assist them them with their free will, a little push here, a little nudge there, and it's all legal, Karma wise, anyway.
We made our way back to the dressing room, with her eagerly leading the way. She began pushing the dressing room door open but it was stuck, and wouldn't budge. I moved her aside, turned the doorknob and pushed a wee bit. The door flew open, slamming against the wall, and knocking over a clothing rack. Oh yeah, one other thing about us. We are a lot stronger then normal humans. But we try not to show off. With-in seconds she hiked her skirt and was pulling off her panties. She wanted it, and who am I to deny such a willing woman, a chance to feel closer to heaven. Who knows, maybe she'll even call out gods name. I've had other women do it before. Maybe she's an atheist and will yell something else. I hope she doesn't yell at all, because it might give us away to someone nearby.
Soon my pants were open and down around my knees, and my manhood was hard and ready to bless her. I turned her around, and bent her over a make-up chair, and had inserted me into her only moments before we heard another couple moaning near by. I couldn't believe my luck tonight. I found a woman I wanted a taste of, I got her to bring me to a secluded place. She already gave herself to me, and then, bam. There's some other couple having sex on the stage, and I can't control them, at all. The sounds of the other couple copulating broke the sort of spell she was under. She panicked and hurriedly got dressed. She didn't know it wasn't all her idea, and now it was all her idea to leave. We walked, frustrated, to her dorm. She laughed, and thought our being disturbed was funny. I didn't find it amusing at all. At least she has tasted me, and her desire for me will grow and grow inside her, until she searches me out and we do consummate our relationship. I wanted to break the rules so badly last night, I was so hungry. But we are creatures of honor and we don't break the rules. Not because we don't want to, but because we're afraid to. We've convinced ourselves we're an honorable race. The price one pays for breaking this rule, taking a human against their will, is too horrible to describe, because humans may be reading this diary entry. Last night I was on my diet. I'd been drinking to much high energy lately anyway. One night without food won't kill me.
Kill me? No, missing a meal won't kill me. There's only two things that can kill me. One sure fire way is, to use a cliche, cut off my head, and the other is to starve me to death. The chances of either one of these two things happening to me are slim and none. I've heard stories, and read accounts of such things, in our Vampir Metros magazine, and on our web site. I'm still amazed at the fact, we have ourselves out in the open like we do, and nobody cares. This is my last night off work this week, and if I can't find someone soon, I'll have to loose sleep over it on a work night. I guess I could call in sick. No I'm all out off sick days(nights). I could still tell them I'm sick, but then I won't make enough money this week to pay the utility bill. How I long, sometimes, for the good ole' days before utilities in homes. No, not really. Life sucks, sometimes, doesn't it.
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The bloodless Vampire
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Posted:Oct 15, 2011 4:17 am
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The Bloodless Vampire
by Serina T.
Dear Diary,
It was getting close to dawn and I still haven't met a woman I want to partake of. I've been searching since sundown, and I'm getting very hungry. Last nights sucking had been interrupted by two somebody’s doing what we wanted to do.
We had met at the 31 coffee shop, you know, 24/7= 31, located on campus, and hit it off very well, as always. She's an aspiring actress and I told her I was a transfer student, there to observe the drama department, to learn why it was so successful in graduating so many people who go on to be famous. She fell for my acting , and was doing her best to impress me with her talent. As we got to know each other I ordered a second cup of cafe mocha, And after having a sip, exclaimed, it tasted funny, and would she mind having a taste to see if it was OK to her. She took my cup and, of her own free will, drank of it. This mixed my DNA with hers, and soon she'll be accepting my advances. It looked as though there were only a few years different in our ages. She was a young and nubile, twenty-one year old, while I was a young handsome, four hundred and fifteen year young stud. She wasn't the model type, but was attractive in a rugged sort of way. After a few minutes of meaningless chatter, I told her that I'm an amateur palm reader, and reached across the table to take her hand. She, once again, of her own free will, extended her hand palm up to me, more exchange of body fluids. It was still hot and humid at 11:35 at night, and despite the fans in the shop, our hands were sweaty.
She began relinquishing herself to me, as my sweat merged with hers. I told her of her future, and how millions of fans will someday love her. She hung on my every word, until the reading was over. Then she asked me if I'd like to walk to the drama department building, and she'd show me the stage and dressing room. I could tell, just by holding her hand, her breathing and heart rate were speeding up. Her body temperature was rising too, and she was getting so very horny. She's progressing as they all have, when they share body fluids with one of us. That little aspect of us makes my job so much easier. It's like a narcotic to them, one they don't know they're taking, but they enjoy it without question. Then once we kiss, and share tongues, she'll be addicted to me, and offer herself to me. I can hardly wait. She had her own key to the door of the drama building, we entered and started walking toward the stage in the almost pitch darkness. I could see as though all the house lights were on. She knew her way around pretty well, in the dark.
It was on our way to the stage, she released her grip on my hand, pulled her tucked in blouse out of her skirt, and unbuttoned it. She didn't realize I could see every move she made, as she told me she had a surprise for me when we get to the directors podium. We made our way to the podium, and to the little desk type light atop it. On the way, I could feel my sexual needs getting stronger and stronger. I could smell and taste the sexual energy extruding from her. She smelled tasty, I want her now, but it's better if I wait. She turned on the light, just as I began to open my mouth wide to...
She turned around and faced me as her blouse fell to the floor, and her bare breasts with perky nipples, stared at my eyes. She told me she was ready to have sex with me. This was it, time to dine on her. I pulled her close to me and began pulling her skirt up to her waist, when car lights shined in the windows, as a car passed by. I decided we should take our encounter into the dressing room, where we could be more comfortable, and continue there. But not before we shared a deep long kiss, with each others tongues flicking inside the others mouth. By the time we got to our destination she was so worked up I couldn't contain her. Our body fluids or DNA does that to humans of the opposite sex. They develop an uncontrollable desire to please the sexual predator.
To be continued............
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It's October, time for ghost stories
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Posted:Oct 8, 2011 12:48 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2017 12:17 pm
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I've desided to let you all in on some of my published, short stories for the month. I hope you like them. Unpleasent Dreams HaHaHaHa
HEADS UP
It was typical fall weather for Pittsburgh PA and The Apple was full of people.
Aah, The Apple, a quite little tavern where you go to have a nice quiet time with your friends. No load music, no bright lights, no jumping up and down dancing, just groups of people in low, sometimes enlightening conversations. This was one of those conversations I should never have listened to, or got involved in. But as I usually do I had to stop for a few minutes and listen in after delivering drinks to the five patrons at table six. They were discussing the paranormal events surrounding the long deserted Kormick estate. "That place is just a bunch of stories and urban legends to keep people out", I injected into the conversation, and turned to leave. A deep commanding male voice seamed to boom out at me as everybody else became quiet. "Stop, if you please", his lips finishing the last word as I spun around to face the table.
The voice was coming from a middle aged, average looking man, with graying hair. You could see how the experiences of his years etched his face."What gives you the right to pass judgment on events you know nothing about?", he inquired of me. I spent the next few minutes telling him they are just to far fetched to be true, and that the stories sound like episodes of Tales from the Crypt, or Strange but True."I know they are true,because I don't tell lies.", he said, as he stared at me with his steel gray eyes. No one at the table said a word, and it seemed to get unusually quiet in the room. "Care to prove me wrong, you're not afraid to go to the Kormick house, are you?",
He'd called my bluff, but I told him I had to close the place tonight, and couldn't be out before two o'clock. "That's quite alright, tomorrow at two p.m. will be fine, meet us at the entrance to the estate."he blurted out before I could object. How did he know I wasn't working tomorrow? I was stuck, go and prove this man wrong or be a chicken. It's not like me to confront anyone but he gives me no choice. "OK" I agreed, then left to serve the others in The Apple. The rest of my evening was plagued with thoughts of all the horror stories I'd heard about the estate. I kept telling myself to stop thinking of the stories or I'll imagine something when I get to the house, tell them about what I think I saw, and become another story to list. At least I'll become part of the legend. No, I hate to do it but, I'm going to show them all, it's just a bunch of stories, I thought.
When I pulled up to the end of the drive-way, I saw four of the people at the table already standing there, including him. As I walked closer to the group, he stepped forward and stuck out his fisted hand to me. I stuck my hand out, palm up, and he dropped a single key into it. Not a word was spoken by anybody there, especially him. He turned and gestured his arm out as to welcome me to walk up the driveway and into the house. It was much to late to back out now, so off I walked up the driveway and onto the steps leading to the front door. I turned around to take one more look at the four of them only about a hundred feet away. All four of them were still there but their facial features were gone. It was like they had no nose, mouth, or eyes, blank faces, all four of them. I blinked and turned around to insert the key. My hand was already shaking as I turned the key, turned the door knob and pushed on the door. See, the door didn't swing open on it's own, making a creaking sound as it did, all's good, and I stepped through.
I could see the kitchen at the back of the house, through the long hall running down the length of the house, at it's center. there had to be an inch of dust covering everything, including the floor. If they came in to try and scare me I'll see their footprints. As I passed the living room I noticed a beautiful mirror above the fireplace. I was a good twenty feet from it, but saw the images of several people dressed fancy, and having a good time. Then suddenly they all seemed to be looking at me and raised their drinks as if to toast me. SHIT! I rubbed my eyes and looked again, they were gone. I slowly crossed the room and wiped the dust from the mirror, seeing no one in the reflection but me. See just a bunch of shadows and my imagination. I stepped back into the long hall, and headed toward the kitchen.
I got to the kitchen without seeing any ghosts or hearing anything. As I looked across the room I saw a butchers cleaver sitting on the counter. I didn't think much of it at first, but as I picked it up, thinking, this would prove to them I was very in the house. Then the thought hit me, DAMN, there's no dust on the cleaver. I glanced around expecting to see footprints, but there were none.
Then I heard what sounded like a chopping sound coming from the room above me. I looked up and watched as dust fell from the light fixture. This has got to be one of them upstairs, trying to make me afraid, but well I looked back down at the meat cleaver, it had blood on it. Nice trick, I thought as I walked to the bottom of the staircase. All the time listening to the chopping sound, until it stopped, just as I stepped on the bottom step to go upstairs to see who was up there. But before I could, footsteps came down the second floor hallway. I watched as a heavy set man in overalls walked across the the top of the hall that was open above the stairs. He was crying as he carried a medium size box in his hands. He must have been covered with dust, because he looked like he was all one color gray. That was until he passed a light fixture and I could see it right thru him. Before it registered in my brain, that he was a real ghost, he got to the top step and seemed to see me.
It surprised him, and he lost his grip on the box, dropping it on the steps. The box hit the edge of the step and burst open, spilling it's contents cascading down, bouncing as it went.
It's just a long haired wig on a mannequin head, cool. This was my thought until the head stopped at the bottom of the stairs face up. The eyes blinked at me, and the mouth moved, and said, "HELP ME". I dropped the cleaver and bolted out the door. I ran down the driveway as fast as I could, looking for the man who tricked me into going into the house. He was nowhere to be found, and neither were the other three. No people, no cars they came in, just me. I looked back toward the house, and watched the door shut by itself. I never saw any of the four people who lead me on this adventure again. I never butted into a conversation again.
To my amazement
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My new one
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Posted:Sep 20, 2011 1:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2011 10:55 am
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For those who might care, I got my new half leg last friday. now I have to re-learn to walk. But I am excited. It's one more goal closer, to what, I'm not sure. Hey people, I need your opinions. Should I update my profile, or just make sure I explain things as time goes on? I'm not sure. I won't hide my leg injury until the meet, I plan on being honest. Just not sure it's wise to tell ahead of time. Any input, please.I'm asking, because I respect your opinions. I know we only know each other on-line but I feel I know some of you better then I know some of my neighbors. Love Serina T.
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To be a judge II
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Posted:Sep 16, 2011 3:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2011 2:54 pm
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It didn't take me long to catch myself and cum back to my senses. I remembered that Sasha liked being dominated, and being a bottom. So I lowered her down on the couch under me. My thoughts flashed back to the last time we had sex, and the things she liked began to fill my mind. She liked to have her face covered in little kissed. First I pressed my lips on her forehead, placing kisses down toward the tip of her nose. Then I placed angel kisses along both eyebrows. Then I planted a big open mouthed kiss on her lips. Have you ever lip locked with somebody and as you're kissing them, you inhale real hard, pulling the air out of their lugs, for just a moment? And just as you take in the last of the air you suck her tongue into your mouth like your sucking on a Popsicle. It's a wonderful feeling, and a big turn on if you do it right.
Her cock was already hard, and now was stiff as a pipe. I could tell how hard it was as I grabbed it and began stroking it as I began biting on her nipples. Sasha's nipples were tall pingers, that begged to be gnawed and sucked on. With one hand she pushed on the back of my head, holding me tight up to her tits. With her other hand she started stroking my dick. She could barely reach it, so I moved my mouth back up to her clavicle and sucked there. She loves hickeys, she's never told anyone why, but she does. I was already knelling over her so it was a simple maneuver to put my legs outside of hers. The next thing I knew, she held my face in her cupped hands, and planted a big luscious kiss on me. And as she did her cock found it's way past mine, and into my pussy.
I was already pretty wet, and had no trouble sliding down over her beckoning meat. We broke our kiss and I sat up and began pumping and riding her like a wild beast. We weren't making love, we weren't even close to it. It was sex, raw, animal sex. She smiled and said to me, "you remember". Then she grabbed onto my boobs and squeezed and pinched them. Sasha looked at something behind me that I couldn't see. But in a few moments Jennie appeared at my side. She had her cock in her hand, ran the fingers of her other hand through my red hair. With her hand on my hair getting a tighter grip, she turned my head, and urged my wet open mouth toward her yearning cock. I didn't stop her, as the head of it passed my lips.
"I couldn't wait," she says, as she fucks my mouth. I was sucking too. Then after my self control left me completely, I stopped sucking, took her cock out of my mouth, looked her in the eyes, and told her to fuck me up my ass. I leaned forward so my butt was a clear target. Jennie climbed up over me, and had just enough room for her feet on the edges of the couch and to spread her legs wide. It didn't take her long to put the tip of her dick at my ass hole. As I lifted my torso and hips up I felt her push down and in. It hurt for only a moment and then a warm flush washed over my entire body. Followed by a resurgence of animal lust. We got the timing down in a matter of only a few strokes. As I plunged down on Sasha, Jennie cock would pull out to the head . Then when I pushed back up Jennie's cock would go back deep inside me. We continued on like that for about five minutes then Jennie flung out her right arm and intentionally knocked down the divider. Now we could see everyone in the room, and they could see us.
As the dividers hit the floor, Sasha grabbed my dick and started giving me a hand job. She could barely fit her hand in the space between our bodies, but she did it. She did it enough to make me feel it. The noise startled most of the girls and they stopped making out with each other. Then almost simultaneously, they all began to jack off, as they watched us going at it. It was such a rush to have them all watching. I could feel my body getting ready to cum. I looked at Sasha and she nodded her head yes, sort of. She was about ready to cum too. It had been a few minutes since we began our show for them, and they were cumming one by one, and then.
Jennie came first. I wish I could have felt her cum dripping out of my butt, but the condom doesn't let that happen. I felt Sasha's hand squeeze hard, as I shot cum all over her tummy, Then it was her turn to cum. Jennie got off me and I sat up a rode her like a wild . But only for a few strokes before I began to tremble my way into my orgasm. Then Sasha exploded inside me. We slowed down the pace, as I tightened up my muscles between my loins and clamped down on her cock draining all the liquid out. Then to a resounding applause we got up from the couch and went to the ladies room to clean up. What a wonderful welcoming committee these girls are.
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To be a judge
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Posted:Sep 5, 2011 12:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2011 12:12 pm
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As most of you know, I've traveled most of the states for many years, with my Magic show business. I've made some great friends, and lovers, all over our land. This memory, is about the fine friends I met in Baltimore Maryland USA. It was late march, when I got a call from an acquaintance in Baltimore Maryland. Sasha, was a tranny I knew from about a year before she called. She inquired as to how I was, and if I still traveled. You know, the same old polite things you ask someone you haven't seen for awhile. When the conversation got around to her tranny friends, and the true reason for the phone call presented itself.
"Serina, are you going to be in the Baltimore area June eighth?" Sasha asked me. And before I could answer her she told me why. "We're having a US-TA certified beauty pageant. US-TA stands for United States Transvestite Association. And my friends and I think you'd make an awesome judge for the pageant. Please say yes."
I checked my bookings and slumped in my chair, then sat up straight. Then I gave her the news, "I'm flattered to be considered for the position of judge. But I won't be in Baltimore, on June eighth." As I heard her sigh of disappointment, I said."But I’ll be in Washington DC the day before, and have two days available after that. If I can do some magic, I can use it as a tax write-off and come down and judge the pageant."
You could hear the excitement in her words. Her gay voice came out in her surge of emotion. I had plenty of time to make the short drive to Baltimore, spend a day and a half there, then be on my way to my next show in Williamsburg, Virginia. After she calmed down some, we discussed the details. I told her I'd e-mail her a short Biography on me, to be used in the pageant program, and entered the event in my schedule book.
"I can't wait to tell the others, gotta' go, luv ya bye."With that spurt of words, she was gone. Click.
The weeks passed by without anything special happening. I was looking forward to seeing Sasha and the other girls. I missed them, but had no idea they missed me as much as they did. And never expected them to show me how much they missed me, the way they planed to show me. Wow
It was a warm summer day with little cotton fluffy clouds in the sky. It took me two hours to drive from Washington to Baltimore, because I stopped to get another cup of coffee, on my way, and had to leave the first cup at the rest stop. I showed up at the gentleman’s club around four o'clock, and set up my make-up and costume at an empty table space. A shrill scream pierced my ears as I heard a familiar voice.
"Serina honey, how you be?" As she wrapped her arms around me, and squeezed. "Look at you, lookin' good girl, don't you age? I hate you, bitch. But remember you is just a judge. Stay out of the competition." That's when she took a breath, and slowed down, a little. "We've got six hours before the show, and the girls have put together a little somethin' special to show you, you ben missed. Come wit' me please." Grabbing my hand, she lead me to a very private, back room. I walked through the doorway, into a love filled reception I'll never forget.
All ten girls were wearing negligees of some sort. A few of their outfits were very revealing, and others, not hardly revealing at all. I could hear them giggle, as Jennie walked up to me, with a negligee outfit on a hanger. She held it out, and asked me to step behind the folding dressing room divider. I took the outfit from her and stepped behind the divider, and began undressing. This was an unusual request, but I've done more unusual then this. So I played along, and put on the outfit.
The outfit consisted of three pieces, and a pair of stiletto, high heel shoes. As I freed the bra from the hanger, I realized it had no clip on the back or front, but was just purple stretch lace. I pulled my T-shirt up over my head , unhooked my bra, and set them on the chair next to me. The bras elastic lace across the back was used for the shoulder straps as well, the tittie cups were made from a very sheer, see through material material called tulle. I pulled it down over my head and straightened out the straps, and cups. It fit me well, though it was a size to small. My tits filled the cups fully, and looked real good in the mirror. I kicked off my flip-flops, and squirmed out of my shorts and panties. I laid them on the chair too, then pulled the purple lace and sheer panties up over my butt. They were snug too, but comfortable, and made from the same materials. One thing was very special about these panties. They were crotchless, and all my junk was hanging out, for everybody to see. I'm glad I'm not shy. Especially around friends almost like me. The camisole was the same material as the other two pieces of the outfit. I stuck one arm through the three-quarter length sleeve, and then the other. I posed to myself in the mirror for a moment. I felt and looked so sexy, my cock began to harden.
All that was left to do was slip into the shoes. These high heels are one of the coolest pairs I've ever worn in my life. They too, were purple tulle over clear plastic. They each had two long purple lengths of ribbon to be cries-crossed up my thigh and tied in a bow just below the knee. But even that wasn't the coolest part. They were, what dancers and certain people call heels. The tall heels were transparent with purple LED lights flashing inside them. Is that cool or what? I fluffed up my hair a bit, and stepped out from behind the screen, to ohs and awes.
Jennie took me by my hand and lead me to a directors couch on the other side of the room. I sat down, and Sasha and Jennie sat down on either side of me. By now Sasha had changed her cloths too. And wore nothing more then here nightie. Both began softly touching and caressing me and kissing my neck. It was then, I remembered what being a puddle felt like. It was as though every bone in my body became as a liquid. I sat there melting between them, on the couch. The rest of the girls placed two folding screens between us and them, to provide us with some semblance of privacy. Jennie stood up smiling, said "but I'm next Sasha." Then left to rejoin the other girls. Sasha grabbed me and kissed me passionately. And that's only the start.
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