Thankfully, it was not a formal event so the outfits worn displayed both lots of creativity and, in some cases, plenty of skin. “Are you lost?” I ...topped and turned to see a very cute, raven haired, petite lady standing next to me. She was dressed in a loose off-white shirt and a knee length black skirt that had a provocative slit along one side. “Um, no,” I reply. “Why would you think that?” “Well,” she said with a gleaming smile, “Your head is turning back and forth like you are looking for. Carefully, I raised the glass to my lips, and took asmall sip. It was OK, it was a white wine, but reallynot my thing.“Oh come on, have more,” she said, slapping me on theshoulder. I raised the glass and touched it to my lipsagain, and as I tilted my head back she took my hand andstarted to pour, making my mouth fill quickly with wineto the point where I had to pull my face away as somespilled down my cheeks, and I swallowed a massivemouthful of the stuff as she burst out. ....I should begin by telling you that I have an almost insatiable thirst for Shemales. I have had several encounters with Shemales over the course of my life thus far. From meeting them at bars that specifically cater to the Shemale community...to (I'm not embarassed to admit it) sometimes paying for the company of Shemales and their rather large packages.With the technological advances that we all enjoy, now I have been able to sometimes meet and get to know Shemales through Instagram. It. Despite the warmth of the room I was shivering uncontrollably. When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, and lying full length over my body, covering my face with kisses, she whispered, “I want you inside me!” “Oh, yes?” I asked, playfully. “I want you deep in my body,” she continued, “I want to be filled with you.” As she whispered, almost breathed this last, she moved up over me, straddling me like a horseback rider. Guiding my weapon with her hand, she rubbed it gently against the.