She had nowstarted finding pleasure in playing with that tall black hulk. Next morning shegot fresh in the Bathroom and while bathing watched from the...black glass of thewindow. The Negro was moving bare chest on his Balcony impatientlyand again and again was looking towards the balcony of his neighbour, Neelu. Neeluhad a cunning smile on her face. She wiped her body and sprayed strongfragrance talc on her whole body. She then wore a Black Bra with Black Pantiesand intentionally wore a thin. It was as much about the joy and ecstasy of giving pleasure as it was about being pleasured. Good sex was a dance beyond what a dance could be. It was the ultimate, shared, life-affirming celebration of ourselves through our now desired and desirable bodies. These women and I made love, explored, adventured, crossed boundaries. We laughed at and ignored the prissy folks that disapproved. Some things stopped us from considering a permanent relationship. As far as our sexual one was concerned,. The perky little scarf at my throat fluttered in the cool breeze that blew across the lot. The scarf ends danced around in my peripheral vision,. I felt like such a faggot and I began to put more wiggle into my hips, both to flaunt my sissiness and to make walking in the towering heels easier.There wasn't that much traffic on the street, but there was enough. I was utterly mortified. It would have been terrifying enough just to be in drag, but walking along in what was very obviously my slip. I had just hooked the faux pearl choker around my neck when the taxi arrived. I didn't want to wear anything expensive and have it ruined. I put in the matching earrings on the way to the taxi.The driver had taken me around before and greeted me cheerfully. I told him where I was going and slipped into the back seat. He had the air conditioning up high and it was cold in the back. My nipples crunched and hardened, becoming sensitive even to the slick jacket fabric brushing over them. Every.