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pronouns aside, it was good No matter how I write this, my Asperger’s is going to make a mess of it, and I’ll wind up being massively offensive to someone more than once. Oh well, you’ve been (kind of) warned… Just as soon as I wrote and posted a blog about my desires shifting towards females, I found one on the gay hookup site I belong to. Now that might be confusing, because I said I found a female on a site for gay men, but it will get more confusing than that, trust me. This was a trans woman (not my words) that hadn’t yet had top surgery, and still possessed a vagina. When we discussed hooking up, mouth and ass were offered to me, but the “front hole” (as it is often referred to) was not mentioned. The picture on the site showed a feminine face that I found attractive, so I decided to go for it. When we met and got naked, I found myself standing next to a clearly feminine form that was (also clearly) trying to be made more masculine. The wide, -bearing hips were there, and no top surgery had been done yet, but then there was also the requisite body hair on the legs, face, etc. When I asked if the front hole was available I was informed that it was not, due to surgery. It had literally been sewn (mostly) shut. I was left with a clearly feminine, yet slightly masculine person that wanted to be referred to by a male name, and had been watching sissy hypnosis videos before I arrived. I won’t say I was confused or anything like that, but I did find it fascinating. The sex was really good. I thought I wouldn’t be able to last very long, but I did. When I first tried to penetrate the anus I caused a bit of pain, but once I slowed down and began taking my time I got everything stretched out, and eager for more. The fucking was slow and passionate, with both of us moaning in unison throughout. I asked for permission to cum inside, and it was given, leading to one hell of an intense orgasm. We chatted afterwards, as we both cleaned up a bit and put our clothes back on, and then I was out the door and moving on with my day. There was still no romance or cuddling, so the coupling was as empty as it usually is with men in that sense, but I did leave with a desire to repeat the performance. We exchange and I hope it’ll happen again soon. You can maybe tell by the way I wrote this post that I avoided referring to the person I was with by him, her, they, or any of the other possibilities. I admit I never really asked which was correct to use, but if we meet again I will definitely figure that whole complicated issue out. Some trans people don’t care, and are fine calling a vagina a vagina, especially if their goal is to “get rid of” theirs. Others insist on certain pronouns, and specific verbiage, or else they get irrationally upset. I do my best to avoid the latter and enjoy the former while I am in their presence. I have zero issue being respectful when asked to do so, but the oversensitive attitude will never win me over, and being around someone that you’re constantly concerned you will offend is no fun. All that aside, this was an encounter with a person, first and foremost, and the categories we both fit into became incidental quite quickly. We were just 2 / two people fucking, and it was good.  |
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