I sat alone at my kitchen table. I drank a cup of coffee, smoked a cigarette. I was wondering what to do with my day and then my cellphone rang. It was my girl friend Carla.

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West Palm Beach didn’t have many cold snaps, but when one did rake the city the weather seemed twice as frigid as it actually was. Virginia Stanton sat alone in her office on the third floor of Prism Design’s building overlooking the Intra-coastal Waterway. She had been chilly all day, mainly because of the dampness in the air; Forty-eight degrees outside wasn’t all that cold. Factor in the wind and cold breath of the Atlantic Ocean, however, and chilly became outright icy.

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With a loud buzzing sound ringing throughout her room, Charlotte awoke in the dark and rolled over to slap the button on her clock radio. Well, to call it a clock radio was somewhat of a misnomer since the
radio made a lower pitched and louder buzz than the alarm. Rubbing her eyes the glowing blobs resolved into 5:45, with a small red dot uselessly reminding her that it was in the A.M. Completing the roll, her feet hit the floor and, grabbing her dressing robe, she made her way groggily to her
flat’s bathroom.
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It was on a Saturday afternoon that the events in the town of Mesa Vista
were about to take place. 

The day started out just like any ordinary Saturday morning, when suddenly, Lauren Sheppard, Quinne and Ashley’s mother walked into the older girl’s room.
She was still fast asleep when Lauren found her in bed. Lauren walked up to Quinne, gently knelt down
towards and kissed her a few times on the cheek.  The warm and moist sensations sent Quinne into a nearly inescapable dream-like when her mother gently nudged her awake.

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The Summer of 2001 was just beginning when the small airplane landed at the Napa Valley County Municipal Airport. The flight from Mesa Vista had been pleasant enough, but the real adventure was about to begin as the plane opened its flight doors to allow the passengers to depart from the vessel through the covered gangplank and into the main lobby area.

Among the passengers departing from the landed and unloading plane was none other than a young looking Kimiko Diaz. Barely 25 years of age, the tall, lanky, yet surprisingly endowed woman wore her long brown hair straight and parted in the middle as she was dressed in just a pair of faded jeans, a pair of well worn sports sandals, and a dark brown t-shirt as she carried her trusty well worn shoulder bag over her right shoulder asymmetrically.

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I was on my way to the airport to catch my flight to Miami. I thought to myself that my seat mate like a little in flight entertainment. I decided to wear my platinum blonde hair pulled back in a pony with some wispy bangs, dangly floral ear rings, light eye make up, but heavy on the lipstick (always heavy on the lipstick because that’s my signature when sucking cock, lipstick cock rings). My 42C tits tightly packaged in a shiny teal green satin crop top t-shirt with my nipples pressed through the flimsy material. My well tanned, firm, smooth belly exposed with my belly button jewelry dangling just above my black pleather short shorts. My cock neatly packed away in my g-string but not tucked, so when I would get a hard on the outline of my cock and balls would show in my shorts. My smooth long shapely legs rounds out the ensemble with a pair silver leather strappy calf length sandals with 4 inch heels. Both my nails on my hands and feet are finished in scarlet nail polish.

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I’m at college supposedly studying to become an architect. But recently study has taken backseat to more exciting pursuits.  It started a few weeks back. I share a student apartment with a guy and we pretty well lived and studied independently.  He was majoring in history and we didn’t really cross paths much. I’d been dating a girl and she’d stay over now and again. It was fun but college work was taking up more of our time and the relationship had finished. As you might expect it became more difficult to satisfy my natural urges and I just buried myself in my studies even more. That was all about to change.

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Awoken by the sunlight, Kayla rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then vaguely gazed at the city scene outside of her panoramic windows. Realizing that if was a bit cold to her left, she glanced over in that direction to confirm what she thought.

“Damn, I must have slept a bit late,” she muttered to no one in particular.

Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she pulled the sheet off of her, then sat up, feeling that now-familiar spring of that unnatural silicone on her chest.  Idly toying a nipple, she looked down at her man-made bounty. “Hmm…maybe I should have done for that G cup?  Nah.”

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It wasn’t that hard making the change from friend to lover, and from lover to student of sensuality. Lisa made clear that I was to follow her directions, not that our relationship was predicated on that, but that
she was going to lead me to a new place in my life. She had been a friend for months and as of last night she had become my lover as well. The fact that she had born a man was lost on me, for I had only know her
as a woman and then, last night as the woman I had come to love. Her plumbing was not the issue, she was who she was, and that is who I had come to love first as a friend and now as a lover. She was mine, or
better yet, I was hers.
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This meeting took place in Los Angeles, CA.  I’m sure many of you are into shemale porn movies and will know who Shana is.  For those of you who don’t know her, she is a gorgeous white shemale with long brown/blondish hair, big tits ( think there is some silicone in there — but who cares), lovely, long legs and a nice thick eight-incher.  This encounter is true and happened about 4 years ago before she “became a star”.

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