Time seemed to stand still and her breathing became short panicky panting, she began to feel detached from what was happening, a nothingness took over...from the heavy darkness of the sealed crate .......Shirin had no idea how long she had been unconscious for but when she awoke she was shivering and immediately realised her wrists and ankles were bound and her face and shoulder were lying on a cold concrete floor. Her legs were still resting on the blankets in the crate but her bare shoulder. We talked of adoption, but Carol was dead set against it. Why I don't know. Anyway, it didn't hurt my love life much until Sam turned nine or ten. We had been married for almost thirteen years when our sex life slowly dwindled to maybe once a week, and before our fourteenth anniversary it was over, it was down to maybe once every other month.I tried to talk to Carol about it, but she said she was too busy with everything else in her life, and besides, we were getting older and my work was. That's where I met Amy. See, I didn't mention this, but I'd always had a fetish for women with a bit "more" to them. It started off with watching women with strap-ons and moved onto women with the real deal. So, just for kicks, I typed Transexual in the search engine. That's when she popped up. I won't lie, she had one very bad profile pic. However, her profile bio caught my eye, we had a good amount in common, and I decided to send her a message. I was shocked when she sent one back. I didn't. Fuck! My tits feel wonderful. As if driven by a motor mybody turns hot with the desire for pleasure. Now both hands grab andpinch at my reddening breasts and my legs spread aching for somethingto fill the gap between them. Pleasure! I need more pleasure. Mymanhood tightens up into a hard, steel rod pulsing with desire andneed, so my right hand drops to stroke it furiously. Inside, my brainseems to be filled with sparks and explosions not really paying muchattention to anything outside of.