Just when I was to the point of despair, I suddenly realized, why not try combinations of different words? Scrambled versions? Missing or extra letter...? Eventually, through a lot of hard work and enduring mocking parents, I found it.The truly magical word.Now, what the word is itself isn't too important right now.We can talk about that later, once you've seen the true power that it contains.As for now, what's more important is your story, the story of a you who learnt of the same magic. My body is quivering with need. It feels so good. I am starting to get wet. “mmm” I moan unable to stop myself. “ Not resisting now are you?” he asks jokingly. All I can do is nod my head. As his hands work his way down my body getting closer and closer to my pussy. I want to close my legs but at the same time I want to spread them wide for him. “ I am sorry, I won’t do it again.’ I plead with him. He says nothing as I feel the knife between my legs. He is running the tip up and down my. She drank champagne and made smalltalk, waiting for them to get down to business. Diego and Carlo hung offher every word. Carlo's hand kept creeping onto her thigh and shepolitely removed it each time.Cassie toyed with her lobster. She barely ate when she was expecting tobe sexually active; a seldom spoke of reality for trans girls whopractice regular anal sex is that the douche and Imodium are their bestfriends; heavy meals are not.The night was warm and they were sitting outside of Carlo. It started at a family bbq at my cousins house, not quite summer but just warm enough. I got there late so the good mood and drink was in full flow. I said my hellos and headed down to the garage to get a drink. As I stepped into the darkness, the light from the fridge created a silhouette of a pretty decent ass with a pair of black, over the knee,high heeled leather boots.That got me going in an instant, like it always does, but as the figure moved away and turned to face me I realised it was.