I was driving down the Pacific Coast Highway one day in my pickup. It was sunny, and beautiful, a perfect California day. Only problem was the traffic. You could barely move. Still, you could hear the waves and the gulls and I was feeling good. Are you into real tranny sex story? Then read on the link below..

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Standing before the full-length bedroom mirror, I treated my reflection to an almost unjustly critical appraisal. My indecently short black leather dress clung for dear life to my every curve and went perfectly with my high heels, whorish fishnets and black leather jacket. It was the sixth outfit I had tried on in the last hour and the bed behind me was strewn with those I had already rejected as not quite right. For this, the most important interview of my life, I wanted to look as perfect as possible.

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First off, I must admit I’m new to this internet stuff. I’ve only been online for a few months now. My brother got a computer and I got on the internet at his house. It is a pretty cool place. I’ve signed up with a dating service and I’ve even met a few men. I’ve even gotten lucky. I live in a small city and we don’t have a huge gay community here. There are a few local hang outs that are well known, but usually you just see the same old faces there. With this new internet dating service I discovered, I’ve talked to men from all over. Well, most of them live either in my city or in a nearby city where I can take the bus to see them. I don’t own a car and probably will never be able to afford one. Though, I don’t care. I don’t need one anyway. As long as I got the bus that is.

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I really don’t know where to start. I’ve never wrote such a story before. I’ve always been the kind of gal that likes to keep her sex life to herself. But, I’m going to tell you all a little story. I love reading stories like this and I wanted you to read one about me. I have to admit, I can’t use my real name. Nor will I use my old boyfriend’s real name. I have an important job and so does he. He would be so pissed at me if he lost his job because of me.
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I’ve never known a man like Ted. He’s been both my worst enemy and my best friend. Hell, we have been lovers off and on for the past year or so. I don’t know what it is, but there seems to be magic at times. While other times it is nothing but pure hell. I don’t know if the good times outweigh the bad times. Maybe I’ll find a man some day that is just the good side of Ted. For now, I’ll settle with Ted I guess. We’re together for now. Who knows how long. I’m going to tell you about sex we had a few weeks ago. It was something else. Really hot, if you get the drift.

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Roger had been working with Ben for about six months and had decided that he really was a cool guy. They shared the same sense of humour and had several interests in common so it was natural that they began to spend a lot of time together.

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Bernie looked around as he entered the Cavalier d’Eon, checking out the patrons. Spying his friend Ron, he worked his way over to him. Ron was sitting at the bar, back to it, also checking out the patrons.

“How’s it hanging, Ron boy,” Bernie asked, easing between Ron and the guy sitting next to him.

“Low as usual, Bern,” Ron replied, turning to his beer on the bar.

The barista came over and Bernie ordered a beer. “Anything interesting?” he asked.

Ron looked at two women sitting together at a far table, like scared deer in a den of wolves, which was exactly their situation. “Looks like two first timers over there.”

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There’s the perfect bar in my town. Straights and gays alike turn out to see the queens perform two shows a night, but queens never turned me on, sexually speaking. The Nitro always had plenty of other — better — action, in my opinion, around the pool tables, in the bathrooms and on the patio.
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After my divorce and moving back to the city into a little two room apartment on the third floor of a remodelled office building. It was smaller then the house I was still paying for but at least it was on a front corner so I could watch the world go by.

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I was interviewing for a new secretary and it had nearly reached the end of the day with no likely successful candidates.

There was just one to go, a Tracy Class, whose CV certainly looked impressive and seemed as if she would do pretty well for the job, but I had to wait and see.

The company’s receptionist, Paula, put her head around the office door to tell me that Miss Class was waiting and asked if she should show her in. I agreed and sat back to watch the view of Paula’s nice arse as she walked away from me. A twenty two year old gorgeous blonde, Paula was the kind of person who brightened up any office with her presence, especially when she walked the other way and gave a view of her perfect round arse. I probably wasn’t the only guy in the office who’d wondered what it would be like to fuck that sweet arse.

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