My Story

[teppis]

Please continue

[WillCasey]

I'm glad this story has a happy ending...

I like happy endings.

Next installment please.

[british_boy]

"Please," I said to the secutity guard, willing him to find some human kindness. "I need to find my girlfriend. I need to use the payphone."
"Pay phone in Arrivals," he snapped.
"Yes, in Arrivals. Exactly. Can I go back in?"
"No, you go to Arrivals."
"But this IS Arrivals; I've just arrived."
But even as I said it, I realised something. Nobody was waiting or meeting here. It was just a noisy taxi rank and exit point. The security guard indicated a ramp across the road, which seemed to lead to a lower level. "Arrivals," he said slowly, as if speaking to an idiot. "There."

The doubt and despair fell away, I grabbed my bags, and with a renewed sense of urgency I darted across the road. Who knew that Manila was the only airport in existance where Arrivals is not actually in Arrivals? I emerged into the sub level to a crowd of hundreds; entire families waiting for returning husbands and fathers. I glanced around but couldn't see her. Was I too late? I'd told her eleven, and it was already pushing midninght. Then I saw lettered signs: A B C; D E F; G H I. Jesus, it was so chaotic here that people had to wait in alphabetical order. Assuming these were the first letters of passengers' surnames, I made for the later letters. With my eyes scanning this sea of people like the Terminator's, I suddenly heard my name cut through the fog of humidity and fatigue. I turned, and suddenly she was there. No make-up, just her bobbed black hair pushed back; yellow t-shirt, blue jeans and flip flops. She was beautiful. Like a wave, the relief swept over me, and washed away all the worry and doubt, and I could see it in her face too. The hour before arriving at the hotel is a series of images now: Her smile; her embrace; her soft cheek; her hailing taxi in Tagalog; us holding hands in the back; her head on my shoulder; the coconut scent of her hair.

"You're shaking," she said.

[british_boy]

Finally alone in a hotel room in Mandaluyong district, we fell into the bed. Agatha's ordered me not to go into details, but as I look through the posts here, I see that a lot of your fantasies, as well as mine, were fulfilled on just that first night. Over the next ten days we did it all - much of which Agatha had never done before with small-minded local exes - and years of low libido evaporated into the sutry Manila air. Most of all we fell in love, and leaving her was one of the most sorrowful moments of my life. Not a day goes by now when we don't chat on Skype, and we're meeting up again at Christmas. I'm counting the days.

I posted this very personal story on the request of the 'Grand Shemale Lover' in return for a favour, and I know that a lot of you guys will have found it too sentimental, or lacking in saucy details. I'm sorry about that. But maybe, just maybe, my story might inspire one or two of you to go out on a limb and make it real. After all, I'm just a normal bloke who took a risk for once in my life.

It might also show you that t-girls aren't just sex objects, but real, beautiful, lovely, sexy girls, and that if you get beyond society's prejudice, you could find yourself an amazing partner; perhaps for life. The good news is that they're looking for guys just like you!

And, when all's said on done, what are we all here for?

[penperf1]

nice story, beautiful girl

[british_boy]

Thanks for the compliment, mate! I've just noticed all the typos on the story, and now I can't edit it! Oops!

[penperf1]

Can I ask you how old are you two, and what did you tell others where are you going?