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"Gender doesn't really matter. Behind the sun, a moon can be hiding."
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I remember feeling her warm breath on my face. My heart began to beat wildly, feeling her body heat radiating on my skin as she was getting closer. I know the darkness drew a smile on her face when she felt my nervous breath; I was able to hear a slight laugh escaping from her lips.
Oh, my whole world stopped; my mind was hallucinating, imagining, feeling, longing...
I remember closing my eyes when her nose brushed against mine, feeling consumed by her warm breath and eager to seize her lips. I panicked when I felt her going away, opening my eyes and longing for her warmth and her own encounter.
My mind was filled with despair from not feeling her close. Minutes passed by and she was still gone. I lowered my eyes, having those feelings burning like fire in my heart, trying to turn them off at once but burning like the sun itself. I shivered slightly, my eyes were wet with frustration. I let out a slight moan and finally dropped my arms, just to hear some laughter close by. My senses became alert again.
I could feel her breath close to my ear, sending electricity throughout my body. She hugged my waist delicately, softly grunting with pleasure and melting me with it. Then, she kissed my neck slowly; I closed my eyes tightly, sighing and letting her caress my whole body with her soft hands. She took me by the waist again, turning me toward her, taking over my lips at that moment.
I became hers then.
She took my breath and sucked all the fire that burned within me...
It was as if my soul had been torn out from my body and now was flying high. My mind felt lost in a sea of feelings that floated inside my mind...
My thoughts were lost inside those lips, in that beautiful body, caught in her indescribable aroma. I went through galaxies, planets and stars; everything in a moment of time.
Oh, that night was like being born once again; meeting a world that was unknown to me until now...
My mind was spinning as her passion took complete control of my mouth, extending the delight that I was experiencing. I do not know when or how it happened, but suddenly we were against the wall and she slowly tasted different parts of my body, tasting my skin, making me explode with that feeling.
I was lost in those kisses...
The lights went on, and at that moment, she was returning to my lips. I quickly opened my eyes to find a very different look in hers; now warm and distant, touching my delicate soul. We breathed heavily for a few moments, and she was able to give me a charming smile. I looked at her without blinking, unable to recover...
Wanting more, OH, how I wanted it...
I wanted her to blaze inside of me, to burn in my heart; to provoke me with every act, every kiss, every soft touch...
She laughed softly, holding my hand and dragging me away from that place as fast as she could. My mind was in a state of "heaven on earth", inhibited by that great passion that burned my skin and dwelt my thoughts.
The music sounded again, soft, seductive and pleasurable.
He led me into a small room, closing the door behind him and kissing me slowly, eager to take over my body. His hands roamed my whole being, and my hands gradually began to do the same. I stopped being myself and, in that moment, turned into US.
Our breathing increasingly became agitated, our clothes left our bodies with an amazing speed. I could feel his body against mine completely, making me tremble and incinerating my mind, my blood, my skin, my soul; deeply penetrating the barrier of my emotions, hot and unsubstantiated.
He smiled as he kissed me, stirring my hair and taking it between his fingers for a moment. He slowly trailed down my body with kisses, kissing my chest, going down to the most hidden part of all my being. I shivered with that crazy feeling, losing consciousness, swimming in the waters of the most sublime desire...
I experienced much that night with his warm body!
I tasted his lips, devoured the forbidden fruit, and dissolved into a soul that was different from mine...
Sometimes I wish I was there again; inside the most delicious ignorance, feeling again the experience of discovering a path between the fields of that body. It is too bad that all that is in the past. My pride comes first now.
I remember when I fell on that bed as he got inside of me. The world didn't matter; nothing really mattered. Everything was surreal and blur in my eyes. Feelings overflowed my mouth, my eyes and my constant breath. I could have died right there and still, I'd be floating at the top of the universe, rising through the barrier of time.
I was completely lost in him and she was lost as well. We just lived in the same pace for a few moments; inside our being, our body and soul. I don't know when it ended but it finally did. I fainted on the sheets with our naked bodies entangled...
And now I remember that "love that dare not speak its name" (whatever type of love it was); thinking that ultimately, inside that parade of feelings, of the silence created by actions and feelings, naming was NEVER necessary.
PHRASE FOR CONTEST: 'Love me as I am.'
This is a fagment of my novel entitled "Smoke Butterfly". It is a story of a transgendered woman named Deborah, and this part is when she first found her first and only love (a character which gender I can never define.)
The phrase "love that dare not speak its name" belongs to Oscar Wilde, refering, it seems, to homosexual love.
Enjoy © 10 years ago , Brenda Muñoz Martínez crossdresser • erotica • gay • genderfuck • homosexual • love • transgender • transvestite • oscar • wilde
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For many years I was a closet tranny, never venturing out of the door or dressing in front of my family, but when I got to my middle forties I decided to pluck up courage and go out at night when my family were away. I had secretly been buying clothes for a long time, but if I was to start going out, I had to try to do it properly. I already had a nice black skirt from C&A, A-line as was the fashion in the early eighties, and knee length. I bought a matching blouse from Paige’s and a black velvet jacket from Marks and Spencer. I’ve still got a very old wig which my wife had left to be thrown out.
I needed to get something to walk in as the only shoes I had were from the sixties or a pair of very high and strappy stilettos which were too awkward to walk in for any distance. I did the rounds and finished up with a pair of 3 inch stilettos from the Clock House at C&A. Just an ordinary little black court shoe – I’m a size six and a half.
I already had some good underwear, a few accessories and some makeup items. I just bought a a nice new pair of black tights and I was ready to go!
I spent the afternoon getting ready – having a bath, shaving my legs and body, etc, then it was time to get dressed. I took my time with my makeup (which I’m still not very good at) but at last I felt finished. I was very nervous, but my mind was made up. I went downstairs, poured a martini and waited until the lights had gone off in all the surrounding houses. I live in a small village on an even smaller estate, where everyone knows everyone else. It would be disastrous to be found out as I’m sure all closet trannies feel.
At last the coast seemed clear. I gingerly opened the front door and ventured out onto the step. I live in a large circle at the end of a cul-de-sac and had previously decided to go for a walk round the block, which is about half a mile.
The three inch stilettos were really comfortable and I had no trouble walking in them. After all these years they are still my favourite shoes. I have had the tips renewed several times.
I enjoyed feeling the air around my legs and the movement of my skirt. It was lovely.
I made it safely back home, poured another martini and sat down to savour what I had just done. I had done what I had wanted to do for decades – I had been out as a woman.
I’ve been out many times since – over a hundred, but nearly always on my little late night walk round the block. A few times I’ve got a little more adventurous and taken the longer walk down to the main road and the bus stop.
Eventually I wanted more. I wanted to be seen, but not found out. I chose a rainy night and went out a little earlier than usual. The rain was useful as I could use my umbrella to hide behind. Still just on my little walk round the block. When I was nearly back home a neighbour drove past in her car. She had seen a woman walking up the road with an umbrella and shoulder bag. Still in the three inch stilettos. Diane had seen me and never gave it another thought. I felt great!
Shortly afterwards I went out in my pale blue flowered sundress under a different black jacket with a ‘Classic Woman’ label inside. Even the label makes me feel good! My dress has a wide mid-length skirt and before I went out I wasn’t too happy with the way it was hanging so I put on an extra petticoat. That made me feel a lot happier.
By that time we had had new and much stronger street lighting put in our road. Nevertheless my confidence was growing and I set off without worrying. I had only gone about thirty yards when I bec
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