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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My nerves were frayed. It took a lot of resolve to remain on the train and not disembark at the penultimate stop before Bank. I could've swapped platforms and returned to my comfortable, quiet apartment, a bottle of cold beer, a shower to wash away the nervous odour and begin a long porn session dedicated to the fantasy I was on my way to realise: a date with a beautiful transsexual.
I remained on the train. I distracted myself by reading the adverts above the red handrail where only a few people were steadying themselves as the London Underground train completed its bullish passage. Ava was always at the periphery of my mind, and when we stopped in Bank, she burst to the forefront: brunette, blue-eyed, big-boobed Ava, my black dress-clad seductress.
As soon as the cool air of Autumnal England received me, I knew I would make it to her apartment. I followed the directions she'd given me. I paused outside her building, peering around to see if I recognised anyone -- it was the London metropolis in the wake of the rush hour, so I was obviously insignificant and unnoticed. I took a deep breath and with a trembling hand buzzed her apartment, 4A.
"Hello." I'd never heard her speak before. Her voice was soft and light, placed a register above where it normally resided.
"It's Jack."
"Come on up."
I was actually doing it: I was getting into an elevator to meet a transvestite I'd met on a dating app. We'd swapped photographs. I'd offered her one face picture and an array of the finest penis photography I'd done, all clever angles and dramatic lighting; she'd offered me photographs of her curvy figure inside a classic black dress, one of her big ass and wide hips sticking in the air and two selfies where she'd made herself up and styled her hair. Needless to say, I'd pounded my penis over all of them, swiping between them in a frenzy of masturbatory lust. The picture that I liked to explode over was a selfie she'd taken in her bathroom mirror, her bathrobe fallen coquettishly from her left shoulder, as she looked at her own picture on her screen. The sly and sultry smile on her face would bring me to an orgasmic rush
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