Shemale Stories

[franalexes]

Originally Posted by Shemale Sex Lover

Have a heart Ila! I have other stuff to publish at the blog, not solely your stories!



Excellent work as always, very romantic story

There must be many a story between ila's testosterone and his stroke of the pen.

SSL , do I sence a little jealousy here?

[greatscorp3]

really nice fantasies

[franalexes]

It is morning. The pine trees cast their long shadows across the lake. The sun finds the pin holes in the curtain and needles my bedroom with its rays. Slowly the sweep and one finds my eye. Awake dear Fran! It is another day.
But it is so warm under the blankets. I roll and discover I have the whole bed to myself. The blankets and satin sheets are in disarray giving testimony to the night before. My ali, where is he? He must have risen early. I should find him. I roll out of bed, step into my flip-flops and go to the window. Throw open the drapes and there is my ali down by the lake asleep no less in the lounge. He lies there in the warm morning sun, his radiant copper tan skin, and the envy of most. He wears the bikini I got for him. It is a satin black string tie. A fem style but he likes it. It keeps him “tucked� in. A little trick I had to show him myself. I should go to him and greet him for the day.
I look for my robe but that too alludes me. Well, I’ll go as I am; the lake is quiet and no one around. Geesh! I might as well be naked. I’m topless and all I have on is my red satin crotchless panties. They fit tight but they are soooo comfortable. ( never mind that they may be practical too) ( more about that later)
I step outside and carefully make my way to ali. I sneak up, don’t want to wake him but want to surprise him. I pause at the edge of the grass, slip of the flip-flops then I tiptoe across the deck and kneel beside him. Carefully I reach for the string on his bikini. Pulling ever so slightly it gives. One more slip and it is free. AHHH! He stirs. But I am successful. He does not waken. One more string, a tug, gently now Fran, gently. Done! Carefully I lower the front of his bikini to between his legs. My ali gives a whole new meaning to the term “stand up guy�, one clean, mean lovemaking machine. No need for details here. I have one to match it. Damn, I love being horny!
Slowly I raise my leg and swing it over him, straddling him I get ready. Now Fran, now!
I drop upon him, squarely in his lap and clasp his face in my hands. His eyes open wide as my lips meet his and lay one on! Of course he knows it's me and his arms encircle me and draw me in. My cock lays against his, my tits press hard against his chest and our lips devour each other in splendid delight. After a fountain if kisses I let him up for air.
Good morning my dear ali. I sit back and he glances down between my 38D breasts and is greeted with the discovery that he is naked. Our cocks now at fullness and pressed between us he reaches up to feel my breasts and slides his hands down my sides and around me, trapping me again in his embrace. My body lays over him and we continue in our romantic splendor. I feel our cocks throb against the press of my body like two drums keeping a beat. We are two as one in the morning sun.
Yes, YES! My dear ali is going to have a VERY GOOD MORNING.

[SSL]

Thanks for that lovely story Fran! But wait...

Originally Posted by franalexes

My ali, where is he?

Wasn't this supposed to be Ila?

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

It is morning. The pine trees cast their long shadows across the lake. The sun finds the pin holes in the curtain and needles my bedroom with its rays. Slowly the sweep and one finds my eye. Awake dear Fran! It is another day.

Wow, great story. It makes me wish I was there.

[franalexes]

It is one of those lazy days, clear skies, warm, but I have things to do. I should take my car in for service. (could use a little service myself ) I put on a mini skirt; loose fitting blouse and step into my open toed high heels. Hey, I’m dressed for the day!
Head on down to the car shop. They can check my car but it will be a while. I didn’t want to wait so they gave me a loaner, an old Pontiac Firebird. Well, it will do. It’s bright red and it is a convertible. So off I go, top down ( on the car silly!) hair blowing in the breeze. Downtown I spot ila, pull over to the curb and blast the horn.
“Fran! What the heck. You in a sports car?�
“Why not?� I replied. “ Sensuous curves, twin cams, and a stick shift.�
That’s my kind of car! Besides, they also warned me, “can be a bitch if held in a corner.� Yup. My car.
So ila gets in and off we go. It’s easy to speed and onto the expressway we go. A few miles down and I ask if ila would like to drive this classic. We pull over and exchange positions. We pull out again and ila does a double clutch on the upshift. Yup, he can do o-kay. I push my seat back and pull open the crotch cooler. (a local term the girls use to describe the lower air vent.). ila pulls off the expressway and we head for the beach.
Though it’s warm it also is mid-week so not very many here. We pull in to a far corner parking space and enjoy the view. Course now ila, Mr. Testosterone personified, likes the view of me. Doesn’t take him long to get his arms around me and his lips well planted.
He reaches down and finds the seat back lever and next thing I know the seat is in a prone position, ila on top of me. His favorite position. He so aptly keeps me occupied receiving his kisses I didn’t notice his hand slipping to my blouse, undoing my buttons, until I feel his hand on my tits. ( he likes those ) We kiss and fondle. My skirt easily rises and ila takes advantage. His hand finds my smooth legs and things are moving up!
He finds my “stick-shift� and gets a good grip. I manage to get his pants loose and he rises a little to assist the inevitable. Hey, what can I say? We like to play.
ila slides my skirt up and my panties off. I feel his cock between my legs. Gosh he is wet already! He helps raise my legs and well; let’s just say he dimples my rosebud. . (and more) Well it is a warm day and ila is in heat! Lol
Hey, we are testing out the seat cushion! Do you need details?
After creating a lazy day memory that I shall long remember we re-assemble ourselves and drive back.
At the car shop they ask how I liked the car. “ Very nice, definitely built for speed.�
“ I let ila try it too.�
“Does ila know how to drive?�
I looked at the car and notice the footprints on the dashboard upside down.
“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.�

[ila]

Originally Posted by franalexes

“Does ila know how to drive?”
I looked at the car and notice the footprints on the dashboard upside down.
“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.”

Could there be a better way to spend the day than driving with fran.

[SSL]

Originally Posted by franalexes

“Yes he does! My ila knows how to ‘drive’.�

Fabulous story Fran, thanks for posting your little fantasies

[franalexes]

In the course of my job some years ago, it often took me into the deep woods. One day I was off in the foothills and thought I would be by myself so I was somewhat in-appropriately dressed. I had chosen on this day I would wear my tan short shorts and a tight white blouse but because it was a hot day I had tied it at the waist so my mid-riff was showing and I had worn my black bra. I was covered but it did show through. Cowboy boots and a baseball cap finished my attire. Come to think of it, I must look pretty weird. I was always afraid of bear, coyotes and moose in the woods so I also carried a 357 handgun.
I was out on a gravel road and pulled my vehicle to the side. I got out and thought I was in quiet surroundings but soon heard a truck gearing up the hill. It is logging country and here comes a big black Mack, loaded heavy with logs. I thought I recognized it and sure enough, the driver recognized me. I had been here many times before and you get to meet people. You don’t think a trucker is going to stop for a hot looking blonde out in the middle of nowhere? Think again!
It was Jake. I had met him many times before. He is an old sweet trucker. Sixty if he is a day. We exchange small talk and then he asked if I wanted to ride into the mill with him. “Sure�. I had ridden before so I climbed in. We’d be back in an hour.
Down the road we went, big diesel thundering and rolling up the dust.
“Jake, before we get to the main highway, I got to take a whiz.�
“O-kay� he says and pulls to a stop. I jump out and stand right by the corner of the cab and do business. Back into the cab in less time than it takes to play the Minute Waltz.
“Fran�, you can go quicker than any girl I know.
Jake doesn’t know I’m pre-op’ TS and he doesn’t need to know. I lay back in the seat, feet up on the dash. Jake notices but that’s all. He is not interested in messing around. He just enjoys the company.
At the mill we unload soon. Jake me if I want to drive back. I had driven his rig before but he doesn’t let me drive when loaded. That’s fine with me. Off we go. I missed a few gears, Jake laughs, but overall, I’m o-kay. Just on the edge of town again Jake says we ought to go eat.
Ya right! The way I’m dressed? Well, think of Jake not yourself. I pull into the diner yard.
Outside there were some guys hanging around and talking. They noticed me behind the wheel. I opened the door and I could just hear the sleazy talk. I stepped out onto the fuel tank and as I stood behind the door, they could see my bare legs all the way up to my short shorts. Then I stepped down and though I was covered in dust, my bra still shown through my blouse, my tits sticking straight out, my mid-riff showing. I swear I could hear the testosterone boiling! Then I slam the door closed and turned. They spotted my gun still on my hip. They won't mess with me!
Jake came up behind me. “Is it going to rain? Did you just hear the thunder roll?�
“Naw, that’s just the sound of falling cocks.�