Once i heard the door open and immediately i coupe feel his presence, his cologne. I had a raging hardon. he watched me very closely, fingered my mout.... he pulled up me guided to the bed and said: knee down and lick my ass! I did azaz he said. I dig my tongue out And began to lick slowly his hairy ass. IT had a very strong and musky smell, And a little bitter taste. It turned me more and more on, so I started to go deeper in his ass. I felt a tense building up in his body And a big tart came I.. The feelings of affections that were welling up inside of me were so intense, that I wanted to stand up and shout to the whole world."Do you know how lucky I am? Can you even grasp the beauty of this woman?" I wanted to shout my proclamation to anyone who could hear.Something startled me from my daydream and I realized that I was indeed lying on a beautiful sandy shore. Anyone who thinks that the coasts in the south are the only places that have sandy beaches has evidently not spent much time. Since that first time, I have masturbated at least daily and I have enjoyed all types of sex with women every chance I have had. My first sexual experience came some years later with my first serious girlfriend. She was a petite with longish blonde hair, bright blue eyes, fair skin, large breasts and a few extra pounds. I began talking with her in late December and our first serious make-out session was in early February on the couch in her apartment. We began kissing passionately, exchanging. Being a transvestite (I'm sure other 'active' girls reading this will agree), the reality is that you are plagued by timewasters; men who send you emails or call you up on the phone looking for a meet but never show. They either chicken out or just get excited looking at your pictures and talking to you. Nothing pisses me off more than getting all dressed up and sitting there waiting for the phone to ring to pass on the address where we will meet and then ending up being stood up. It takes me.