I told him about a fantasy I'd had ever since the age of twenty or so when I first started exploring my bisexuality. The fantasy involved a transsexua... woman, and her pounding my ass and doing all sorts of crazy wild things to me. Jack didn't take too well to my disclosure of such a fantasy and it was after that, that we started arguing more and a very obvious gap came between us. We broke up easily enough, both of us deciding that there was no love lost. I started frequenting gay bars often. Then a quiet, ‘Yes. Of course.’ There was the sound of chairs moving and then they came round the corner. I was seated on the bench seat which ran along the wall. ‘Hello Ann. You’re certainly difficult to talk to.’ I saw the realisation begin to dawn. First there was the searching. The voice was familiar, then understanding, then horror at my condition, than anger again. The anger won. ‘Allan? It’s you isn’t it?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You saw me at that restaurant and said nothing. Then you danced with me. .my name is Rebecca," she replied. She could feel Laura's aura, and it was making her hard."Oh geez Laura stop it," Tracy said, shaking her head. "Hey, Rebecca, I'm Tracy nice to meet you," she smiled."Hi," Rebecca smiled."And I'm Kelly," the pink-haired girl said. "I'm sure I've seen you before." Umm yeah, I come in here now and then to grab a drink. Do you work here or something?" I'm the gaffer," Kelly replied."You're the boss of this place?" Rebecca said, stunned. "But you must be around. It is this city that pulled you, whimpering, from my arms last night, girl? That had you shrinking from my touch in your sleep?" Her fingers brush lightly against his cheek, caressing away the frown lines that mar his features. "You know better, as do I, as I freely admit, Master Ruan." Her gaze pinned to his in her earnestness. "Paris, her people, there is an edge to her, a cruel passion that is much more prevalent than any other city we attend. London, Lisbon, Berlin, Naples, Sydney, none of.
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