1. A Hard Nights Work


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Trans, Author: steveyg1985, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I slump down in the shower. Hot water cascades over my body and dense steam cleanses my pores. I am exhausted. I am drained. I am beyond satisfied. I am ten grand richer. I run my hands through my layered, chestnut brown hair, working out the knots. I can feel the clumps where dried semen has matted my beautiful mane, and as I work each one out, memories of erupting cocks flash through my mind. There is nothing quite like the sight of a thick bell, slick with the juices of sex, twitching, and then from the tip, a jet of salty goodness ejaculated through the air, landing on my soft skin. In spite of the intense heat of the shower a chilling thrill shoots down my spine, and my nipples respond in a stiffening ache. I drift my hands down my body, over my 34C boobs and give them both a lingering squeeze. The doctor really has done a great job on them. If nothing else they are realistic, and as I massage them, the blue and silver design of my finger nails stands out against my dark areolas. Tilting my head back, I rise to my feet. The flow of water lands on my chest, floods down my flat stomach, over my smooth shaven groin and then parts as the flow hits my now throbbing penis. After the exploits of the night before, I don’t know how I have the energy to become aroused, yet here I am, mere hours later, with one hand caressing my cock, and the other massaging my replenishing balls. I take a squirt of silky body wash and my hand glides around my shaft. The heavenly scent of ...
    coconut and vanilla fills my nostrils and as I breathe it in, the sweet, fragrant scents contrast with my memories of the musty, sweaty, seedy smells that have gone before. This shower is slowly rejuvenating me, and my favourite thing about being refreshed and clean is getting filthy all over again. With a euphoric smile, I retell the story of the last twenty four hours that have taken me from a chance meeting in a coffee shop, to the exhaustive state I find myself in right now. -------------------- Being a transsexual in a small but rather elite University, everyone on campus either knows or knows of me. I don’t really mind my marginally infamous status, and in spite of having to endure some heckles and small minded comments, I generally relish the notoriety my lifestyle engenders. I had embraced my transgender lifestyle before University, but being away from home, I feel I have flourished. People say I am very convincing, and I often challenge back, who am I convincing and what am I convincing them of? They rarely detect my playful tone, but by my own standards, I am very happy with my appearance. I have lovely, flowing, chestnut brown hair with red lowlights, and when I flick my hair, I remind myself of an autumn breeze. My distant Asian heritage has given me dark brown, oval eyes and in spite of a slightly masculine jawline, with correctly applied make-up that extenuates my cheek bones, I can give myself an overall feminine, almost feline, appearance. Around six months before ...
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