1. My Sexual Odyssey Part III: Becoming a Slut (Conti


    Date: 4/7/2018, Categories: Gay, Trans, Author: LeicaCD, Source: xHamster

    A continuation of the journey described in part 2: We got to Tom’s car, and he opened the door for me, then walked around and got in himself. The drive was short and uneventful, and we parked behind the club. There were some people arriving at the same time we were, and I noticed several who looked like they could be CD’s. We approached the club’s entrance, and I began to feel more relaxed. It is always uncertainty that is anxiety- producing, and once we arrived, the uncertainty diminished considerably; I now could see, not merely imagine, what we were going to be doing. As we entered the club, someone stamped out hands. Tom paid the entrance fee for himself, then was about to pay for me, when he was told that women were free. That was a nice surprise and sort of a compliment too. We looked around, and then found an empty table. Why are these places always so dark? The music hurt my ears too. Why are these things always so loud? I’m not deaf, but if I were exposed to this noise level very long, I eventually would be. Okay, so we sat down and ordered a drink. We had to yell to converse, which wasn’t fun. I wanted to leave, but Tom insisted we stay. Some people were dancing, so we watched. I couldn’t always tell if the women were genetic women, or CD’s, or what, which was probably a good thing. Tom motioned he wanted to dance, so we got up, and moved to the edge of the floor. I just let myself move in a soft, flowing, feminine manner. I was beginning to feel more comfortable. ...
    After a bit we sat down again, and finished our drinks. Imagine my surprise when some guy came over and asked Tom if it would be alright if he asked me to dance. I was even more surprised when Tom said it was okay. What the hell? Anyway, the guy looked pleasant enough, and seemed very polite, so I stood up, looked askance at Tom, and went out onto the dance floor again. I had to admit that it was flattering, and I supposed the guy knew I was a CD, given where we were, yet he looked as interested as if I were a regular girl, and appeared to be very pleased to be with me. It occurred to me that, when you’re a woman, you don’t have to approach men; they approach you. All you really have to do is sit there and look pretty. They’ll do all the work, they will try to please you, and you get to decide whom to choose. This was a wonderful and welcome change. I also felt a sense of relief, knowing I had nothing to worry about, on top of which I was more than a little aroused by the attention and interest, which made me feel desirable and sexy. Women never made me feel either. As we danced, he pulled me toward him, placed his hands on my hips, and then moved closer yet. As he did so, his hands slid down to my ass, which he held while grinding his cock against me. Are men really that sexually aggressive? Yes, they are, as I came to learn. I can understand why many women are put off by this. Women come to sex through intimacy, but men come to intimacy through sex. Being a bit of both, I ...
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