Moves with sensuality. She would put me on the bed, and slowly undress me, kissing my body as she did so. Leaving my lingerie on, she would undo her clothing, letting her bra fall and her breasts to hang free, while she kisses my body all over. Stepping out of her panties, revealing a 9 inch dick that swung as she moved back and forth, she sweetly talk to me, about the ass hole being a gurl’s pussy. Massaging my ass, running her hands up and down my body, she would trace the rim of my pussy before sticking her tongue in, loosening me up. She would help me find my prostate, massaging it until it felt good, and then slowly loosening my pussy with different toys, so I could find which one I liked best. She’d then crawl over me and flip her butt over my face, so a meat staff was kissing my lips.

She’d take my clit in her mouth, and I would do the same, being able to enjoy the sensation of a cock in my mouth. We’d do this for a while, and then when I was ready, she’d lube my ass up, and slowly penetrate me with her hard clit. Calling me a beautiful princess, she’d slowly work up to a decent rhythm until I was moaning like a girl and when I came from my pussy she came inside, so I could feel the hot sperm shooting inside me. We’d kiss, and do this a few more times, allowing her to cum in my mouth and swallowing it, making me feel beautiful in every way.

So this is something that I would love to have happen but will probably in all likelihood not.


I get back to my apartment after a long day of work, tired, and ready to nothing but veg out with my phone. As I’m going to my apartment, I check the mail. In it, there is a pink envelope addressed to me in very flowery handwritten script. I take it to my room, where upon I open the letter. It reads:

“Dear Ms. Bishop,

I noticed some of your posts, and I would like to invite you to a once in a lifetime experience. This experience will be over a 3 day period, during which you will be able to learn how wonderful being a woman feels. I only ask that you bring yourself, an open mind, an open heart, and a curious attitude. Please meet me at this location...”

I would meet this mystery individual at their home. Opening the door, I would be greeted by a beautiful black woman, with blond hair, big breasts, and a fine ass. She would invite me in, and sit me down, and inform me that I would understand what being a woman feels like. She’d first take me to a salon, to get a full body wax, and to get my eyebrows shaped. We’d go to a spa, have a massage, and come back to her place. She’d take me into the bathroom and have me clean myself out. Then, she’d take me into a special room, filled with wardrobes of clothes, underwear of every kind, a wall of wigs, some choices of breast forms, hip pads, and shoes. She’d help me pick out an outfit, teaching me gently about what fits my body type, what are my best assets, and what my sizes are.

She would help me pick out the perfect size breastforms, and apply them to my chest. She’d fit me for my bra, and I would put on my outfit. I’d then get to pick out my wig, and she’d help me with my makeup, teaching what works best for and makes me feel the most beautiful. She’d help me until I learned how to do it myself, and pick out jewelry to match. She’d then teach me how to pick clothing out based on the feel I was going for. After that, she’d help me learn how to act like a woman, to flirt like one, to move like one. Then, I would get to change my wardrobe a few times, before she would pull me aside, congratulating me on learning.

A sweet kiss would follow, followed by another deeper but still slow kiss. To her bedroom she would take me, showing me how a woman seduces and