When you whip out your cock the two of you rub dicks together and get hard. She wants to taste you and there’s nothing you would rather have than her mouth wrapped around your dick, which is why you gently push her down towards your cock and have her give a ladyboy blowjob. She has lots of experience sucking dick and it shows. Soon your cock is hard as a rock and you want to get inside the ladyboy asshole. You want to feel the tightness of it clamp down on your dick and refuse to let you go. Her ass needs pleasure and you can give it!

You fuck her missionary style first and you’ll see that the picture is perfect. Her cock is back, her balls are tight, and her asshole grips your meat tight. You want her from behind too so you bend her over and once again guide your cock to her asshole and push it in nice and deep. The tightness of her rectum is a dream come true! She rides you to finish off and she gets really excited as you hit the special places inside her. That’s when she grabs her dick and she starts to stroke. She’s going to cum and make a nice big sexy mess all over your stomach!

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She licks a finger and guides it into her asshole with ease, poking it past the hole so she can feel the stretching of the anus that is so delightful. Within just a couple of minutes she’s done all of this in her t-girl webcam show, proving to me that she is a terrific talent. When she rolled onto her back, pulled her legs up, and shoved two fingers into her asshole so it would stretch I was amazed. When the hot tranny brought out her dildo and shoved it into her ass from behind the video reached a new state of bliss.

After the toy came out it spent most of the rest of the incredible show in her asshole. She did her butt from behind while smiling and she flipped onto her back for more. It was so impressive to see how easily she could take something into her asshole. She is a true toy slut and if you check out her feet in the video you’ll see amazing shiny black high heels and a pair of ruffled white socks that are totally sexy. Her dick is hard as a rock at the close and it’s ready to cum. So, if you want to see this super sexy shemale performing exclusively to You, visit Joanna Jen in her webcam room.

Now, to the members area. It turns out the tour is not a perfect representation of what actually happens inside. If they call the site Ladyboy Gloryhole then they should have gloryhole content, right? As it turns out, less than 30 of the 121 scenes inside feature gloryhole sex (I might have missed a few gloryhole videos, so that number could be a little higher, but it’s not going to be much higher). Everything else is just regular ladyboy sex. That’s certainly not a bad thing but it’s also not what You would hope to find inside.

If you go way back to the earliest content you’ll find the actual gloryhole stuff. I assume they just got tired of producing this kind of content. Maybe it was because there’s only so much their ladyboys could do with a gloryhole and the members of the site wanted to see ladyboys fucked in other places. The videos can be downloaded at 1280×720 or streamed in their Flash player, which works well. There’s a high resolution picture gallery as well, although the script they use for browsing is not the best one I’ve seen in my life. Downloads are fast and the videos look crystal clear thanks to a good camera and someone with skill operating it.

When they do actual gloryhole content at Ladyboy Gloryhole it’s wonderful. It’s everything they show on the tour and it’s so unique that it’s impossible not to get excited about what they’re doing. Where else are you going to find smut like this? The ladyboys get into the bathroom and usually play with their dicks a little bit. Then the cock comes through the hole and it’s big and black. They look a little surprised or frightened at first and then they go to work, sucking lustily and bending over and pushing their asses against the gloryhole so they can get fucked like the dirty sluts that they are. Few ladyboy porn sites I’ve visited have delivered such excellent content.

The rest of the content (three quarters of the site) is a mixture of ladyboy hardcore adventures. There’s a fair amount of ladyboy on ladyboy fucking, lots of dudes fucking ladyboys, and more. The hardcore content is the same level of quality and perhaps that’s the best reason to join this site. Ladyboy Gloryhole delivers some of the best hardcore ladyboy sucking and fucking you’re ever going to see. They hire gloriously beautiful babes with hot bodies, they show them doing anything and everything dirty, and it’s all filled with wild passion.

Members of Ladyboy Gloryhole also get access to Mega Cock Ladyboys, which has softcore and hardcore ladyboy sex. The general theme is that the ladyboys have big dicks, and they tend to stick to that. Most have large cocks and since their bodies tend to be really small even an average dick looks pretty big. Just imagine how great a really big cock is going to look! The ladyboys either masturbate or get fucked and the majority of the content is masturbating.

Ladyboy Gloryhole has one glaring issue: most of the content on the site is not gloryhole content. Early on that’s all they produced and then they started doing whatever they wanted, regardless of the site’s theme or what the tour promoted. That’s really annoying, especially since their original idea was so unique. Now you get roughly 30 gloryhole scenes (which are, however, truly awesome) and 90 scenes of other hardcore types. The strength of the site is that everything is done really well. They get kudos for that and with the bonus site it’s actually a pretty good deal to join up and have some fun with these slutty ladyboys.

Her fist slides up and down every inch of her pulsing ladyboy cock and around her swollen dickhead in increasing rhythm, her big balls bounce up and down. Ladyboy Em enjoys every moment of her wank, her hand starts moving faster and faster, and eventually her cock erupts into a volcano of her delicious creamy ladyboy juice.

I was separated from my first wife the first time it ever happened to me. We had only been separated for a few weeks. I was working in New Orleans and was driving around the French Quarter in my car when I whistled at what I thought was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen as she approached the entrance to a club on Toulouse street. Perfect breast, perfect legs, slim waist and just a beautiful living doll that I doubt any man could resist. I was just as surprised when she looked at me and motioned for me to park and follow her into the bar.

Parking my car as fast as I could I rushed into the bar only to have my heart broken when I saw her with two much better looking guys than me, but since I was there I figured I’d get a beer anyway.

The place was packed as I expected it would be and I walked around the round bar where I could still see her as I ordered my beer. Just then a very tall woman with the most beautiful short, straight platinum blonde hair and a pair of beautiful perky (not too big, not too small) breast put her arm through mine and with her face only inches from mine said in a sexy voice, “you’re not going to drink that all alone are you?”

Her makeup was perfect and she had the most beautiful eyes, lips and face I had ever been this close to, including the partner (wife) I was currently separated from. The only thing I could think of to say to her question was, “Not if I don’t have to”. Her face was only inches from mine if that far, I was falling into a trance, a spell, as she pressed her body close to mine. I could feel her warm breath as it left her mouth and pushed up my nose intoxicating me with the sweetest, most feminine order I had ever had the ultimate pleasure of inhaling. Unable to move (not that I wanted to) I could feel the next word come from her sweat red lips as she placed her hands on my hips and drew me closer. Do you know what kind of place this is?

I thought it was a gay bar when I first walked in but look at all these women. My cock was harder than I ever thought it could get as it strained against my tight jeans. “Do you think I’m pretty Richard” she said as I suddenly felt something very warm and firm begin to brush against my cock through my jeans, but it wasn’t her hands. I looked down and the only thing that was between us was a thick mound in the front of her tight jeans she was dry humping against the hard hump in mine.

Ohhhh Yessss I hissed from my mouth into hers as her thick red lipped mouth open before my face. The lips of my mouth were suddenly surrounded by her thick luscious lips as she captured my mouth with hers and began to probe my lips with her thick tongue. I surrendered to her feminine seduction as all I could think of was how I wanted to demonstrate on her tongue what I knew I wanted to do to her hard cock dry humping me in front of anyone in the crowded gay night club that wanted to watch.

She released my mouth and whispered in my ear, “Have you ever been with a transsexual?” Sheepishly, I replied “No I haven’t Miss Terry. Does that mean you don’t want me?” She smiled and took my hand and moved it to one of her barely cover, perfectly shaped, beautiful breast as she asked, “Do you like this?” All I could think of to say was “If you would like me to get on my knees right here, right now and prove it to you I promise I will.” She smiled and took my hand and said come with me as she guided me out of the club.

Outside she said “where’s your car sweaty?” As she instructed me on how to get to her place I could barely take my eyes off of her long enough to drive. Thank god we didn’t have to go very far.

At her place she (which turned out to be little more than a 1 room love nest, with a big brass bed, red carpet, heavy red frilly curtains, a red carpet and a night stand with a small lamp with a red handkerchief over it and a big oval mirror on the wall on the other side, she told me to strip and lay on the bed sideways on my back, which I did. I was overcome with passion as I watched her kick off her high-heel shoes and drop her jeans to the floor to reveal red stockings and a garter with a pair of crotchless panties and a 9 or 10 inch cock standing at attention wanting my affections. She pulled me to the edge of the bed on my back until my head hung over the edge. I watched as her cock aimed at my mouth and didn’t resist opening my mouth as it entered all the way to the back of my mouth.

I surrendered to her willingly and completely as she began to force the big fat uncircumcised head past the entrance of my throat and down deep to where ever her big beautiful shaft would reach. I writhed and struggled for breath as she granted me permission to breath just long enough to catch my breath before telling me how she was going to teach me to relax and take it because after that night, I would never be satisfied with a female without a cock again.

My only reply was “Yes my darling, that’s what I want, I know that now.” and I continued to suck her deeply into my throat as she taught me to suck like no other.” She continued to seed me until I felt her stiffening for what I knew was fixing to happen and I was so pleased to know how I was making her feel. She had taught me in a short time how much pleasure it is to make a woman with a cock have an orgasm. Something I would never forget. As she came she pulled out enough to let her big load cross a thresh-hold from the head of her cock to my open hungry mouth. Blast after blast she shot long streams of cum into my hungry mouth as I lay there hungry for more and more of her sweat juices.

As she scrapped what I had missed off my cheeks and forehead and transferred it to my hungry lips she asked if I would like her to fuck me. I looked into her eyes and replied, I just want you to love me Terry.

For the rest of that night I experienced things that I never knew existed and knew that I would never be satisfied to live without. The feeling of looking into a beautiful woman’s eyes as I feel her long hard stick pussy take me and stir feelings that no female could ever make me feel. The feeling of sucking a woman’s tongue deep into my mouth as I feel her entering me from my other end. Seeing the expressions on their beautiful faces as I work my ass pussy around their shafts as I open my soul to their penetrating pleasure.

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This post is not at all like my first experience. We met and became good friends. I never gave a thought to her body parts – but she seemed to have a great body. We went out to a lounge in a local hotel with a large group and had a few drinks. The next week I asked her out and she said yes. We dated for a few weeks and had a lot of fun but she never let me get too far.

Things kind of cooled between us later we went away for a weekend with a few friends. As we sat at a fire I told her I wish we had kept dating. She told me she had wanted our relationship to go to the next level but didn’t think I felt the same. I guess i had given her some unintended signals but now we were talking about it – so maybe????

I told her I went home with blue balls several nights and thought she wasn’t really interested on our getting any more intimate. She told me feared that I wasn’t really interested in giving, but only interested in getting so to speak.

I assured her she had it wrong. I’d love to give at least as much as to get. She found that difficult to believe. I asked for a chance to prove it. With her beautiful face only an inch from mine she said “really, would you feel that way if I said ‘OK, eat me!'” I almost lost it. Hell yes is all I could say. She put my hand on her cock and between kisses she licked my lips and said whispered in my ear “eat me, eat me.” I told her I love hearing her say those words. I stood and asked her to come to my room. “Are you sure” she asked. Yes but you’ll have to teach me how.

We stood next to the bed kissing as I rubbed and stroked her crotch hoping I had the guts to go through with it. I asked “can take your pants off?” She smiled and that’s when I knew I wanted to suck her cock. I wanted to see her smile while I sucked her off.

I knelt at her feet, slid her pants down, and just looked at her cock and balls almost touching my face. She grabbed my hair with both hands and ground her meat in my face. Feeling her grind against my face almost made me cum. I put my arms around her and pulled her into my face. She changed my life. OMG that felt so good. I loved the hair, the skin, the scent and I wanted to know the taste of her cock and balls and ass.

She pulled back a little, took her cock in her hand and held it almost touching my mouth. “Stick your tongue out and lick your lips.” Oh god my tongue actually touched the tip of her cock. What a beautiful smile and she moaned a little.

It seemed such a natural thing. I parted my lips grudgingly while she gently slid her, not quite hard yet, cock into my mouth until she ground her sweet hair in my face. I could feel her balls on my chin. And I ground my face into her too.

You better stop baby, it’s been too long and I could cum any second. What a beautiful smile. Cum! Hell yes i thought. She tried to pull out of my mouth. I was shocked and wanted her to cum. In the little struggle, with only a little more than the head of her cock in my mouth she started to cum. I felt it. I tasted it. I loved it.

I sucked and licked and slid my tongue through her cum hole and sucked more and tasted every drop. Then she pushed me down onto the floor keeping her cock in my mouth and forced all of her into my mouth and kept squirting and humping and grinding and moaning – I hope she was smiling. My throat was full of her and I could not swallow. Some of her seed was dripping from my mouth. I couldn’t breathe and almost didn’t care.

She pulled out and sat back on my chest. The cum was still dripping from her cock. What a sight. She smiled and pushed the cum droplets on my face back into my mouth. Don’t swallow, I pushed too hard for a beginner, are you OK? I nodded. Don’t swallow and don’t open your mouth, OK. And she smiled and kissed my lips.

Just nod or shake your head, did you like that? Nod. Is my cum still in your mouth? Nod. Move your tongue around. Let me see. Do you like the taste of my cum? Nod. Would you suck me off again? Nod, nod, nod. You didn’t swallow did you? Shake. I didn’t want to cum in your mouth quite so soon but when I stated I wanted you to get every drop. But look you didn’t get it all. Shake. You do want every last drop don’t you? Nod.

I leaned over and licked a drop off the tip of her cock. You didn’t swallow yet did you. Shake. So you do want the very last drop? Nod. Now you can swallow. You’ll need to make some room to get the last drop, the very last drop. Nod. I swallowed and it was good.

I leaned over again and slid my lips over her cock. We’ll work on how to suck me later. You did well for a first timer. Are you sure you want to suck out the very last drop? Nod. Tell me you want me to squirt the very last drop of my cum into your mouth now. “I want you to squirt the very last drop of your cum into my mouth, now please.” Suck hard. Now milk that cock. Can you feel more cum? Nod. I’m pushing. You want me to push as hard as I can don’t you? Nod. I am. Then I felt the squirt, the gush. She smiled and said, “That’s good, very good, I love getting the last drop into your mouth. If you do too we’ll do this often. Nod. Nod. Nod.

It’s normal and I love it. You would too.

On a trip to Thailand about 3 years ago I had my first experience with a Katoey. The guy who ran the hotel elevators asked me if he could get me anything, after a few beers I was feeling brave and asked about a Katoey, she must be good looking and a little kinky though. After an hours sleep I wake and feel hmm this is a mistake. Then there is a tap at the door and I think no way… I open the door to see a beautiful women there in an knee length PVC kind of raincoat, looking fantastic. I felt aroused right there and then and didn’t hestitate to ask her in.

I took her coat and invited her to sit. Her english was surprisingly good and she asked for a brandy and did I mind if she smoked. I mixed us two brandies and she lit her cigarette. She was a stunner and her legs just went on and on. She sat opposite me and her looks were just stunning there was an atmosphere, she just radiated sex appeal. She can see from the bulge raising from within my bath robe that I am very much aroused and excuses herself to go into the bathroom. In two minutes she is back still wearing her PVC Mack and sits next to me. After some kissing and nibbling of tits that were perky she rolls her head down over my now very stiff member and kisses it, I am thinking that this is the way. When she stands and unbuttons her Mack to reveal her also quite stiff girly clit and wearing nothing under her Mack.

She took a condom from her handbag and rolled it onto my cock and I lost it all right there the head of the rubber just fills up. She just smiles and guides my hand down to her and I begin to give her a slow hand job. In a matter of minutes I feel her explode and she leaves for the bathroom and returns, she just straddled me with the condom still in place and my wang back at attention. She just slid all the way over me and now I am right up into her tooshie as she opens the front of the coat to allow me to suck her perky little nipples.

She began to ride me slowly rocking her head back and then kissing me as she fucked me at her pace. I felt like I had a few minutes left as she began to groan and really get into it, I knew she was reaching her climax with my hand working her wang. Then she did something I have never seen before. She sort of hefted her weight up and almost rose completely off my cock and spun around so her back was to me. With the feeling now of my back rubbing against the PVC of the Mack I am very excited.

I pick her up around the waist and take her to the dresser, she places her hands on the dresser and is standing looking into the mirror as I am banging the fuck out of her butt. My hand is working her cock piston like and she is really in the mood and very close to exploding. After another minute like that we both release our respective loads, hers all over the mirror and mine up her back passage inside the condom. After cleaning up she takes the Mack off and wearing nothing but a smile reclines back on the bed and lights a cigarette and smiles oh so seductively and beckons me for another round. In 30 seconds I am hard again and she takes me into her mouth, oh what a wonderful afternoon evening that was in Bangkok.

I was a ladyboy convert from that point on…

It was hot seeing those sexy tits but the fun really got started when she whipped out her beautiful ladyboy cock and started stroking it for me. You can tell from the beginning that she’s going to go all the way, not just stroke a soft cock until the man on the other end of the line cums. It would be pretty hard to hold out during a show like this one though. She looks amazing in her black stockings and Kim is playing with her asshole while she strokes her ladyboy meat.

As she gets closer to cumming she realizes that I would like to see her dick up close and personal. That’s why she pulls the camera in tight on her cock and lets me see just how beautiful it is when she strokes it, gets it nice and hard and shoots a load FOR REAL. Her ladyboy cum leaks from her dick and it looks delicious, and she doesn’t let every single drop of her delicious juice go to waste and swallows the whole load. Boy, this was fantastic, and I didn’t even have to ask her to do it!

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It is one of those days of drudgery, tied to the computer, working for hours, trying to write. It is not going well. I am too distracted. Perhaps things will go better if I work somewhere else? Sometimes, moving from my office and the desktop computer to the living room and the laptop helps. I decide to give it a try.

Nothing doing. I am just as distracted. Only now, away from my office upstairs, with all the reminders of work, I find it even easier to drift away from my work tasks, and I look for anything to do but work. After drifting around on the web from news site to social networking to whatever, I check my email. There is a message from an address I have never seen before: her@want-me.net. The subject line reads: “I am not spam.”

That catches my attention. Of course it is spam, I surmise, but I must admit to being impressed by the cleverness of the subject line, so instead of instantly relegating the message to the trash, I decide to look. The message content is simple: “It’s me. Click here.”

I put the cursor over the clickable line to see what will show up at the bottom of my screen, fully expecting some long string of unintelligible letters and numbers comprising a URL somewhere in one of the spam or phishing capitols of Africa or Eastern Europe. But again, I am surprised. It reads: “This is real.”

How did the spammer do that? I wonder. Now I am more than curious, and against my better judgment I click, fully expecting it to be the last time I will get any use out of my laptop computer.

What happens next is truly remarkable. On my computer screen comes a very small image, difficult to discern. I strain to make out what is in front of me. Gradually, I begin to see it clearly: the curve of a woman’s smooth, bare shoulder.

Over the next several minutes, a barrage of small images arrives on my screen. At first, they are large enough to see, but after a second or so they become tiny and find a random place on my screen. The back of a woman’s calf is followed by what I think is likely a particularly soft part of a woman’s behind. Some hair falling against a back popped up, and then a partial picture of wet lips. The images continue, one after another, all bits and pieces of a woman coming to me in a completely random order. With some, it is impossible to tell exactly what part of the body they are, because they are small and out of context. Others are definite. There are perhaps three hundred separate images, and I can tell that some are front, like the navel, and some are back, like the crack of an ass. They are scattered all over my computer screen, disconnected. And then they stop coming.

I try to move them around with the cursor, but to no avail. I check my email again. There is a new message from her@want-me.net. It reads: “Are you sure? Click here.”

I am absolutely sure, so I click. Three final images arrive. First a nipple, and then another. Finally, two eyes. Even out of context, I can see that they are smiling.

Still, though, I cannot move the images on my screen. I check my mail again, and there is another message: “Now I am complete. Are you ready? Click here.”

I don’t think I’ve ever moved my cursor so quickly. I click. The hundreds of tiny image files on my desktop begin to whirl around. As the seconds go by, they begin to gather together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, beginning at the feet and moving up a pair of smooth, silk legs. But it isn’t a static picture. As the pieces connect, the larger image they are creating begins to move, rotate even, and I see both the front and back of those legs. The picture expands to the top of the legs, and I am facing a beautiful derriere that is ever so slightly arched in the air. The body turns, but she seems to be clenching her legs together, not offering me as clear a view as the rear. It doesn’t matter to my arousal, which is in full gear.

The images continue to swirl about, and I see a full back, with hair falling down it erotically, and a full torso, with two enticingly erect nipples. My cock is nearly poking through my pants. And then, quickly, the entire picture comes into view. As it turns from back to front, I see a beautiful woman. While I don’t think I know her, she looks oddly familiar. She looks at me from the screen with deep, knowing eyes.

There is a sudden blinding flash of light, and what seems like an explosion. I can see nothing, but it feels as if I am hurtling through space at a rapid speed. Then, suddenly, everything is calm. A woman’s voice says: “Open your eyes.”

The woman from the computer screen is sitting next to me on the couch. She is dressed in a simple black dress that barely covers her. The living room has been transformed; it is now softly lit with candles. The air has an aroma of flowers and fresh spring rain. I can hear some quiet music beneath everything. There is a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she asks.

I take her in my arms, running my hands over her shoulders and back as our lips meet. We tremble together as we embrace, our tongues dancing together. Then she breaks our kiss and whispers a question in my ear: “Do you know me now?” She then seductively darts her tongue quickly in and out of that ear, sending a chill down my spine and into my hardness.

I ponder her question even as I continue to hold her and we kiss again. I know her, I think, but yet I am so uncertain. She begins to take my shirt off as we continue to caress and kiss. I break the kiss for a moment and gently pull her dress down to run my lips and then my tongue over first one nipple, and then the other. She touches my leg and gently moves her hand up to run her fingers lightly over the bulge between my legs, underneath my pants. This makes me moan.

She whispers again in my ear. “You must be certain. This changes everything. There is no going back.” And then she clutches my now-harder cock through my pants.

I continue to concentrate on her nipples, pulling at them gently and rolling them between my fingers. I use my thumbs to rub the tips in slow circles. Her head falls back, and her breath becomes to come in steamy gasps. She pushes herself against me and we fall back on the couch. She is atop me, and pressing against my groin. There is something there that feels unfamiliar, but I am too aroused to think any more about it. Instead, I concentrate on her beautiful tits for a while as she kisses my neck and fumbles to get my pants open despite being on top of me. Soon, though, I leave my mouth and one hand to concentrate on one nipple while I move my other hand down to help her. Along the way, I rub and caress every inch of her I can reach, and I feel a bulge like mine on her.

Now she is moaning, and she moves her legs and opens her thighs. Together, we sit up, while in an embrace. I pull away and she remains on the couch, seated. She is so beautiful. She looks like no woman I have ever seen before. No picture I have looked at comes close. And yet, her beauty is completely unconventional. It is not that of a supermodel, or the girl next door, or does it fall into any of the other typical categories society has set before us. Her beauty is unique. I sense something of myself in her beauty, as if we share something that creates an inner beauty only I can comprehend. I wonder whether what I see on the outside of her is unique to my mind’s eye. I wonder whether any other guy would see her beauty the way I am seeing it, or even see it as beauty. But I don’t care. Here she is.

I begin to speak, but she puts her finger to my lips and quiets me. “Take off my dress,” she instructs me, and so I get on my knees in front of her and begin to pull it down the rest of the way. Her beautiful tits, with nipples wet from my mouth, are before me. She has on lovely lace panties that contrast with her delicious skin. I move to pull them aside and I discover that the bulge I felt earlier is, indeed, a cock. I feel my own leak.

She notices that I have noticed. “Do you want me?” she asks again.

My heart is pounding. In a second, I look around the room. The soft candlelight and music create an aura of romance. The music, which I cannot identify but that creates a perfect mood, ebbs and flows. I think quickly, and answer. “Would you like some wine?”

The beautiful woman before me smiles and whispers, “That is the correct response to my question, for now.” She pulls me to her and kisses me again, and then sits back comfortably on the couch. I pour two glasses of wine and sit next to her. She is naked, but for the lace panties. I am partially undressed, disheveled. We look deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve been waiting to come see you,” she says, “ever since the first time we met. Do you remember?”

It is beginning to come back to me. “You were at the museum a few weeks ago, right?”

“Yes, that was me.”

Several weeks ago, I took some time off from work to treat myself to an afternoon at the fine arts museum. I found myself mesmerized by an abstract expressionist painting, and stood staring at it for what seemed like an eternity. A beautiful woman came and stood next to me and began to speak to me. She asked me what I saw, and I told her that it was changing with every minute. She laughed and told me that that was the story of her life. Confused, I asked her what she meant, and she told me that sometimes what we think we see is not what we are truly seeing, and sometimes what we are truly seeing is something that we are afraid to see, and sometimes what we are afraid to see is the very thing we most want to see. I asked her whether she was playing hooky from a philosophy class at the nearby university.

That afternoon, we looked at a number of abstract expressionist paintings together in that particular gallery room of the museum. Our discussion was engrossing. There was something special, something different about her. I was captivated. And then she got a text message and, in a flash, declared that she had to leave right away. I never got her name, but I went back to the museum the next day and asked the guard in that room whether he remembered her and anything about her. He told me she had spoken briefly to him and said she was visiting from out of town. That sealed it. I guess it was my disappointment and the realization that I would probably never see her again that made her face begin to fade from my memory.

Now she sits next to me, half-naked, with a glass of wine in her hand and arousal between her legs. It is something I have longed for.

We talk and laugh and find ourselves emphasizing the things we say with caresses. She puts down her empty glass and tells me I have passed the test.

“What test is that?” I ask.

“I am a special woman,” she answers. “Remember the paintings we looked at? I can only be with someone who can see beyond the obvious, and see who I really am. I have no desire to be a stop on a tour. I want to be aroused by ideas, by romance, and by truth, just as much as I am aroused by the animal instinct that is in me as in every human.”

“We are back in philosophy class,” I joke. But then I turn serious. “You are special. I have been looking for you.”

She pulls me to her lips again and we kiss. Then she whispers: “Show me.”

I get on my knees between her spread legs. Although we have never been together, I know this is something she loves. I can see how hard she has become inside her panties. I push them aside to free her beautiful cock. It rises to me, and I take it one hand and caress it softly. I have never done this before, but I am guided by what I know feels good to me. She gasps.

I am harder from this than I have ever been before. With my other hand, I struggle to remove my pants. It is difficult to do with one hand, but I succeed. I pull my briefs down and free myself. I am fully naked on my knees. I feel worshipful of her beauty, and I show her. I kiss her cock, my first cock, and then I gently run my tongue up and down her. It is larger than my own. I look up into her eyes for a signal that I am doing the right thing. She smiles and kisses me from that distance.

With one hand on her, I take her cock and put it in my mouth. Again, this is my first time, but her reaction seems to tell me that I am doing it right. As she gets wetter and wetter from my mouth, I take her deeper and deeper. I am loving this. What a fabulous feeling. What a beautiful taste. I reach up with my other hand to caress a nipple. After a moment, she takes that hand and sucks on one of my fingers. Pushing my hand down, she makes it clear that I am supposed to stick that moistened finger in my own ass. I will do anything she wants.

My own hard cock is leaking. I can feel the precum dripping down from it, but I ignore the attention it calls out for to concentrate on her. This is what I want. As I finger myself from behind, I continue to worship her cock. I can feel it growing in my mouth. I know what that means. I am not afraid. I want the sweet juice. I want to drink it. I want to show her that I am for real, that this is what I really want. I want her to fill my mouth with her cum and know that as I drink it I am fully aware that we are sharing everything, not just some bodily fluid. I want her to know that what we are doing now is yet another expression of the connection that we made when we first met, and that we will continue to connect in other ways that are not about sex.

She continues to grow in my mouth. I want to kiss her, though, so I rise from my knees slightly and bring myself to her lips. “I love the way you taste,” I tell her. “Thank you for coming back to me.” She smiles as I put my tongue in her mouth. A moment passes, and she pushes my head back to between her legs.

I take up where I left off, and it is only another few moments before I hear her breathing change. She clutches the cover on the couch. With her cock filling my mouth, I smile, because I know that I cannot possibly be doing this that well. But she, in all her beauty, is encouraging me.

Suddenly, her beautiful cock begins to unload a delicious liquid in my mouth. I drink it greedily, but not every drop. As it continues to spurt, I feel myself cum, too. I have never done so without direct stimulation, but it is happening now. I feel like a teenager about to have sex for the first time, like a premature ejaculation. But I don’t care. As her cumming begins to subside, I use my hand to caress her beautiful, and now empty, balls. I then rise off my knees, bring my mouth to her lips, and kiss her passionately. We share the bit of her cum that I saved for this moment. It makes my lips glisten and tingle. I am in spent, and I am in love.

We collapse in each other’s arms on the couch. She whispers in my ear that she must leave.

“How did you even get here?” I ask.

“I am magic,” she answers. “Because you believed, I could be here.”

“Will I see you again?” I ask.

“Be at the museum tomorrow afternoon,” she says. “Meet me in the same gallery. We have other things to look at, and more ideas to pursue.”

“I will be there. I cannot think of anyplace I’d rather be.”

“Don’t be so sure,” she replies. “You have to give yourself to the moment. And there will be another moment like this. There is someplace else I’d like to put myself.”

I feel my entire body shudder in pleasure at the thought. I close my eyes for a moment, and she is gone. I am fully dressed. The laptop screen has my work on it. The candles are gone, and there is no music playing. But there, on the table, I notice a single wine glass, with a slight stain of lipstick on it.