1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    relaxed into her, and finally dared to look. It was a more remarkable transformation than the one I had managed on my own. Well, that was predictable, I guess, she had experience with the stuff, and got the blush in the right places, and the shadow properly feathered. I stared, a bit taken aback, and then, reflexively, laid my forefingers across my mustache, hiding it. She giggled at that, and I blushed, and got fascinated by the way the blush made my face look even softer and more feminine. The terror was receding, turning into a fear that was more controllable. It was very odd, and I didn't really understand it. We stayed there, staring at the mirror, or at each other's eyes in the mirror, for what seemed a very long time. Then she let out an enormous breath, and the world all came back into focus for me. It was an ordinary, mundane world, and I hadn't died of wearing makeup in front of her. I was enormously proud of myself. &#034Where's your makeup remover?&#034 she asked. &#034My what?&#034 She giggled. &#034Okay. I know you have coconut oil. That'll work.&#034 She found it, and then said, &#034Watch me.&#034 She started taking off her own makeup. I hesitated, then followed suit, and when I was finished, relaxed even further. I suddenly realized that I was exhausted. &#034I'm beat!&#034 I said. I caught her eyes in the mirror, again. &#034Are you, umm, staying?&#034 She looked at me, calculatingly. &#034I don't have a nightie,&#034 she said. I blanched. Okay. Another ...
    step. Just make the words come out. &#034I'll loan you one,&#034 I answered. 'Of mine,' her lips shaped. I nodded, feeling the heat return to my face, and added, in a small voice, &#034P- please, don't make me w-wear one.&#034 She looked, nodded. Now's the time for me to claim that our emotions, after having such a workout, turned into heated passion, and we made love all night. Well, no, we didn't. We both wanted to, I think, but my cock wasn't willing. I finally whispered, &#034Sorry,&#034 and started to move to go down on her -- she was wet, and I didn't want to leave her unsatisfied -- but she stopped me, and suggested that we cuddle instead. But she was gone in the morning, when I awoke. The only thing that convinced me it wasn't all a dream was my nightie, with her scent still strong, laying on the side of the bed. I had a vague impression of her getting up, kissing me, and moving around looking at things and talking to me, but I sl**p like death, and have been known to carry on midnight conversations on the phone without ever remembering a word of what I said. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I didn't do much of anything. She called in late afternoon. &#034Hey, sweetie! When will you be free to talk?&#034 &#034Umm, I don't know. About what?&#034 There was a long silence. My heart returned, and slammed against my ribs. &#034Did we agree to something this morning? I don't remember. Whatever. I'll do whatever I said. I don't remember, that's all!&#034 Calm, Lee, I told ...
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