He caught my eye as a man. He delivered me as a woman.
How’d it happen? I didn’t understand trans meant he was a way to transfer to another world.
And then we met. A twinkle in the eye. A smooth silky mouth. A few fingers on the knob of my cock. And some knowing tweaks of my nips. And there we were wrapped in each other’s arms in a museum. One of the exhibits.
And then we fucked. And I discovered a woman’s plumbing accompanied that beard. And it totally absorbed me, drew me, massaged my dick, and swallowed me up.
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