1. Trust


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

    feel guilty about it. I gestured at my leg. I was keeping my arm carefully turned so she couldn't see the inside of it. Should have been more careful. Should have put on a long shirt, or something. Two piles of clothes, two arms. My attempts to keep one arm turned in toward me weren't effective enough. &#034Lee!&#034 she gasped, dropping the clothes I had just handed her, and grabbing my arm. I almost dropped mine. &#034What happened to you?&#034 &#034Nothing!&#034 I snarled. &#034I just made sure I won't be acting 'sissy' any more, okay?&#034 She stared at me. Her face had gone very pale. My emotions got all jumbled up. She was acting almost like she cared. &#034Lee, dammit, I never meant... no.&#034 She looked at me, and her face firmed up. She looked incredibly sad, but firm. &#034You'll have the right to ask questions once you don't have to, once you trust me.&#034 She glanced back down at my arm. &#034But *that's*... you did that to yourself, didn't you?&#034 &#034It works, okay? And it hurts less than being... whatever.&#034 &#034Good God!&#034 she exclaimed softly. It was weird, she acted like she really cared. She stared at my arm in horror, and I more or less put it on display. Badge of pride, so to speak. She glanced at my face. Her face changed. Grew thoughtful. She took a step back, and I started to move inside. But she hadn't picked up her clothes, and she wasn't leaving. She dug something out of her purse. I paused, intrigued in spite of myself. I'd forgotten ...
    about the cigarettes I'd abandoned in her car. She dug them out, and found the lighter. She didn't smoke. My heart started to pound heavily. She wasn't going to... She lit a cigarette. Were there tears in her eyes? Looked at me, and pushed up the sleeve of her coat. Almost, I started for her. No, she was grandstanding. &#034How many times do I have to do this?&#034 she asked, in a shaky voice, and started pressing the fiery tip against the inside of her wrist. &#034Stop that!&#034 I shouted, and she winced and bit her lip. Dropped the cigarette. She looked at it, then started fumbling in her purse again. I threw the clothes behind me, and closed the distance between us in two steps. Grabbed the pack out of her hand, crumpled it, threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Grabbed her wrist -- carefully. &#034Why, Lee, I thought you didn't care?&#034 she said softly. Something had snapped the night before. Something else snapped now. &#034I...&#034 I couldn't think of anything to say, except the banal three words, which seemed insufficient at the moment, so instead I kissed her. It was a very vigorous kiss. I damn near attacked her mouth, and she responded to that, hungrily, softly, and I felt a sob rack her body, and then she changed it, or tried to. We fought for control, our tongues and lips duelling, me stubbornly determined not to let her take the active side, until I realized what I was doing. Who I was doing it to, I should say. Then it was my turn to stifle a sob, and ...
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