After showers I would rub myself with lotions and oils till my skin was perfect and soft to the touch. But even that grew old and dressing and fucking...myself as a girl wasn't enough any more. I went back to the drawing board and searched for bars to go to, but ended up finding adds for "massages". They were pretty expensive, but not out of reach. They had a fetish section and trans section. I repeatedly looked at them almost daily fantasizing. I thought about it for a looooong time before I. They came together in a fiery embrace, which they quite often did. Heated, perhaps too short for some, but never-the-less as sweet as it ever was, whenever, or wherever the mood struck or took them.Chris loved the feel of Steve's hard prick spurting his semen into her. She felt each and very powerful ejaculation as it bathed the inside of her cunt, the sensation of which most often triggered her own release, where she then joined him, milking his cock with the involuntary contractions of her. She could feel Maggie’s eyes on her and tried to ignore the urge to turn her face up and return the look. Instead she reached out and stroked a large piece of amber nitrate carved as a naked woman. She shivered as her skin responded to the vibrations that the beautiful, golden statue gave off. ‘Oh this is personal, very personal,’ she whispered. She could still feel Maggie’s eyes on her. ‘I knew it would be you, you know,’ said Maggie, ‘I always know when it’s you.’ Suna shivered, willing. Gayle was tall, six foot, and skinny. And she did her hair like an old time school teacher or sometimes it was just a frizzled mess. Even today she was dressed like a homeless person. We ate and talked and when we were done I picked up her plate and mine and carried them to the sink and set them down. When I turned around Gayle was right there face to face with me. She started kissing me, I mean like she shoved her tongue in my mouth and swirled it around my tongue kind of kissing. And her.