My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... look disgruntled by past actions.

I feel my face go red. If only I would have known… “I came here with a friend. She quickly realized this wasn’t her crowd and asked me to leave with her. But…I…I...”

I look into her eyes and remember every initial emotion I felt when I first saw her.

“But what?”

“But I haven’t been able to stop… thinking about you. That’s why…” My body feels so hot from embarrassment, it’s as though it’s on fire. I twist my toes in the ground and look away from her hungry stare. “That’s why, I come back here… every day. Hoping to see you again.”

She pauses and her eyes look deeply into mine.

“Every day?”

I nod.

“To see me?”

I nod again and with hesitation, my mouth opens slightly to say, “I was hoping you would return to this place…I guess. But as the days passed by without any sign of you, I sort of gave up. You never came. So tonight was likely my last night. And…then you finally appeared. Like an angel.” I heard her take a sharp inhale when I used the word ‘angel.’ “I was so happy to see you. But I didn’t know how to show it. You just make my body tense and my brain hazy; I can’t find the right words to say.” After a moment of silence, I finally gain the courage to look up at her captivating eyes.

She bats her dark lashes at me and smiles tenderly. Her gaze pins me in place. "It appears we share the same sentiments," I say, permitting her soft hand to draw my chin towards her, meeting my lips with a profound kiss. However, ...

... she retracts too quickly for my liking. I long for her contact; my body craves for more.

“If you felt the same way, why did it take you so long to come here?” I ask, curiously, shooting her a pair of cute puppy dog eyes. “If you…watch me?”

“Fair question. I’ll tell you, but it's… difficult to understand.”

I furrow my brows suspiciously. “Okay…”

“I… am…owned by a man.”

“Owned?”

“Yes. A very rich and powerful man. And I am not the only one he owns. He controls my life. I live in his penthouse, which is across from your apartment. I abide by every command he gives. And that’s that. I escape when I can. And then his men eventually find me. I can never get too far.”

“That’s…That’s awful!” I shout. “These things don’t happen in this day and age.”

“You’re innocent, aren’t you? Unfortunately, it’s an act they’ve done in the past, and they will continue to do so in the future. That’s life.

“But whyyou?”

“I don’t want to go into the details. But, let’s just say, it’s what happens when you get mixed up in the wrong things early in your life. A hand reaches out, and in desperation, you take it.”

I frantically grab my hair with my hands like a maniac. “He can’t do this!” I don’t know what else to say. How else to express my anger? I want to tell her to run away with me. Stay at my place forever. But… I barely even know her. She’d likely think I’m crazy.

“Thanks. You really are sweet. But I’m okay with this life. It’s all worth it to have met you.”

I ...