I am a lonely man in his forties. I love to travel, dine and explore new places by myself. But I often wish for a partner. I got divorced early, so the little chance of being with someone was also ruined in my memory. So, each morning I would go to work, do my mundane bank job and visit my nearest LGBT bar. I am sharing my memory of sex with a Shemale and how I found pleasure in it.
I am not gay or have any element of pride in me but what really fascinates me is Shemales. I believe they have the best of both worlds. They can get sucked or fucked. I would spend hours watching the shemale version of moulin rouge and walk home drunk. I always hoped to get some shemale fuck. One evening, when I was drinking by myself at the bar, a beautiful lady walked up to me and said, “Hello there, haven’t I seen you coming here every day and well, I know that you are not one of us, so what brings you here?”.
The mere fact that a beauty like that walked up to me to talk was surprising enough, yet I gathered my wits and said, “I am looking for a partner, in any part of package it may be”. She laughed aloud. She ordered a drink for me, held my hand and said, “Well then, let’s check our compatibility right away”. We drank till wee hours, till I stood up to walk away, she offered me a micky mouse strip and said, “One for the night?”. I kept the strip under my tongue as instructed and rest is as vivid as it can be.
I saw dancing lights and heavenly eyes, everywhere. A soft hand grabbed my wrist and took me away in to a room full of mirrors. She wore a bedazzling jumpsuit in white that showed off her back with traces of wings. My angel was here to rescue me, from this cruel world. She giggled and shiny stars fell out of her mouth. She made me lay down on her bed and removed all my clothes. I whispered in my half consciousness, “Show me the real you angel”. She vanished to reappear, fully naked wearing nothing but white feathered wings. Her body of a goddess, plump melons with shining tanned skin, flat abs with a gold chain around her waist and a dick.
I squinted my eyebrows to absorb the fact that my angel had a dick bigger than mine, but what the hell. I called out to my angel to give me happiness and she did. I rolled over and a sweet pain took over my body. Her soft hands around my waist, pulling me closer with each thrust. I was in pain, given to me by angels to take away my misery. I was asked to lay on my back by a heavenly voice and I did.
Before I could say something, my mouth was filled with the angel’s dick, that juicy dick with the warmth from a fireplace, soothing and sexy. I gobbled on the dick till my throat hurt. I bit it many times to feel a whack on my head but that didn’t discourage me. Finally, I gulped on the angel’s sweet juices. Sweet and salty, just how I liked my lemonade. In a faded sight, I saw the angel fly outside the window in to blaring red lights.
In the morning, I woke up in a cheap motel with mirrors all around, the ones you see in porn films. My wallet was stolen, my clothes gone and yes, my undies were on top of the fan. My last sight of the angel flying off the window, was the Shemale from the bar, jumping off the motel window when she heard the police siren. Well, there goes my memory of sex with a Shemale and how I fucked her ass.