Not that he consideredhimself particularly talented but was with a sense of satisfaction he sawhis story, on new stories of the day. There along with ...he story was asmall indicator telling him that someone had actually read his story andreviewed it. He looked at the review icon hesitant to click on it, whatif the reviewer hated it, what if they were harsh and cruel, could hisfragile male ego handle it?Yes fragile, not a strong personality like the strong women he fantasiedabout, he knew he was. I had moved in only a couple of weeks earlier. I was renting the place. I was so excited to be on my own at last, especially because I loved to crossdress. My new freedom was exhilarating. One day I’d been in my back yard in the late evening, dressed in a cute white bikini. I was lying face down on a lounger, my bikini briefs down low enough to free my cock and ass. There had been a full moon that evening also. I started rubbing my cock against the lounger, it felt so good! And what made it. But from that day a fire was burning inside me to have revenge from her for having humiliated me so badly in front of everyone and my parents. After this incident I completed my 12th there.For further education, her parents tried to push me out of the house to some remote place engineering college, buy my aunt and uncle let me stay in their house and pass off with flying colors and go away and make my life.After this incident, her father’s visit to uncle’s house started to decrease, as he. " she said caressing my dick through my jeans, "and I'm hoping you'll use it on me."I grabbed the bottom of her short dress and pulled it up her body."You know, Cara," I said. "With a little effort, you can make me hard for you."She put her arms above her head to let me take the dress off. She was not wearing anything underneath, so when she reached for me I was harder--for her."What kind of work do you think it would take?"She turned her face up so we could kiss. I was in the mood for the kind.