The Infatuation Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Infatuation Part 1

... transgender porn. I knew that from how our sexual trysts began. He liked fucking my ass pussy, as he liked to call my butthole. The eighteen-year-old boy treated me like his personal porn star and whore, and I allowed him to because I had become so infatuated with him.

I was thirty-two when I started my sexual relationship with Derrick. My past as an escort and working in porn was way behind me. I had graduated college and was working as a supervisor in the IT department for a large well-known company. I mostly worked at home since Covid and most of our meetings were done on video calls.

I had transferred to another city in another state when I took the supervisor job and that ended the relationship I had been in for almost two years. We tried to make it work, but neither of us was good at the long-distance thing so we agreed to end our relationship; him more than I was. I was sad about it but I could not pass up an opportunity to advance my career.

After living in the new city for almost a year in an apartment, I decided to buy a house. I was making enough money and could financially afford my first house. I did my research and bought a three-bedroom and two-bath home in a nice middle class neighborhood in the suburb of the city. The main selling point to the house for me was it had a nice pool in the back; the only home in the neighborhood that had a pool. It was eleven years old when I bought it but in great condition.

The house I bought was in a neighborhood ...

... that was originally developed to be an upscale, self-sufficient, gated community. There were plans to have a grocery store chain to build a store in the community for the residents, a convenience store, and a gas station. They planned to have tennis courts, hiking trails, and other amenities for the homeowners.

That all fell through before a single home was built. Investors pulled out and one developer embezzled millions and left the country. Another developer purchased the land and built a nice middle class community. There was still a clubhouse, we had a homeowner association, and the community was gated, but the gate was never closed. They never did build the tennis courts or the swimming pool they planned.

Being a new homeowner and wanting to embrace it I became active in the community. I went to the homeowner association meetings, mingled with other homeowners, went to neighborhood parties at the clubhouse, and met some of my neighbors. I was even considering running for a position on the association board.

My neighbors know I am transgender. I don’t go around advertising it and I am not some LBGTQ+ activist and don’t fly a rainbow flag from my house, but I don’t hide the fact I am transgender either. If asked, which very few people do, I tell them I am. When at a bar or club and a man is flirting with me, I tell them I am; most of the time they lose interest in me after that.

The reason my neighbors knew I was transgender is that my real estate agent has a ...