1. Trust


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

    jaw dropped in amazement, and we went to see the house together. It was wonderful. Perfect. Two bedrooms (&#034One for us and one for Lee,&#034 she said, and I understood), an enormous living room, a dining room with panelling... a wonderful house. With a hedge all around the property, and a neighborhood in which the neighbors weren't nosy, and there weren't any k**s to come and stare, giggling, through a hole in the hedge. We could barely, together, afford the payments. But we did it. On my birthday, even. On the day we moved in, though, I got another shock. I made us dinner, and Nancy solemnly produced our original relationship agreement... and tore it up. She refused to make another... I begged her to. I wanted to tie her to something. And then, with an odd little smile, she told me that I could dress exactly as I pleased, so long as I didn't try wearing a dress to classes. I spent a very confused pair of weeks. At first, I thought it was a signal that she had tired of me in feminine attire. So I conscientiously began trying to play boy, again. It was an uncomfortable time, with us new in the house, and new living together (I had always, in the past, had the security of knowing that there was a place I could go to. It was really only at the beginning of June that all the insights that I mentioned above, the true acceptance of myself, began to click into place, and I began to veer from a carefully male presentation at home to something more androgynous. I caught a few ...
    subdued smiles from Nancy, and puzzled over them for days at a time. But while I may be slow at figuring out things in relationships, I eventually got there. Release. &#034If you love something, let it go...&#034 And blah, blah, blah. I caught on, in what was nearly a religious burst of enlightenment, in the first week of June. And carefully hid the fact. Nancy's birthday is exactly a month after mine, so this year, it was going to fall on the one-month 'anniversary' of our new home together. Better yet, it was a workday for her, but school was out for me. I made very careful plans. I found that horrid black outfit. It wasn't really so bad, and in fact I looked really good in it, but it had some pretty horrible memories. I met her at the door, wearing it, and let her avoid the kiss I offered, leering. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the look of horror that passed over her face. She gave me a very mistrustful look. &#034Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,&#034 I told her, and guided her to a table laid out as nearly like that fateful dinner in my house as possible. She was beginning to look seriously disturbed. I thumped off to the kitchen, careful to make as much noise as possible in my boots. The kitchen didn't take long, though. Just turn up the oven, slip out the kitchen door, and into the window I'd carefully left open. Coming back was slightly trickier, but I managed it without tearing or running anything. I was literally giggling with excitement, knowing ...
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