Your Favorite Shemale fantasy

[a9127]

Wow what a dream I had last night! It’s very early on a Sunday morning. Sitting up I’m still really shaken by it. Just last night we were talking about getting married. Then we made love for hours. Looking over at Cindy she is sound asleep next to me. God, I’m not sure what I’d do if she left me.

Stirring, she yawns and asks “What time is it baby?”

“About 5 AM.”

“Are you OK Andy? I could tell something was really upsetting you. You were thrashing around a lot. Wanna tell me about it?” she says as she sits up and puts her arms around me.

“Well I had a dream that you caught me looking at porn online and then left me.”

“Awww… Baby I would never leave you. And I know you like to visit that one site, what is it? TLB? You have a lot of friends there and you and I both have looked at porn together before.” Giggling you say “I get a lot of ideas from it… As long as you’re not sneaking around dating Angeles Cid or Nicole behind my back it’s OK.”

“I just need you to hold me Cindy.”

“Sure baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few minutes, Cindy asks “are you feeling better Andy?”

"Yeah."

“Ummm… I can tell…” you say giggling. “So do you feel like having some early morning fun, baby?”

We kiss then start stroking each other’s cocks. Cindy is obviously enjoying this. She always sleeps naked and in the blue-green glow of our alarm clock her eyes look unreal. Her long blonde hair is messy from the night before and her body is still covered in a light coat of baby oil.

I go down on her and suck her beautiful cock as she continues to stroke mine. After a few minutes we shift positions and now she’s underneath me. She pulls her long legs up as I enter her and begin to fuck her.

“Fucking Christ Andy. That feels so good!”

“Funny I was thinking the same thing Cindy.” We both laugh.

As our orgasms build your body grows tense and your breathing become very shallow and regular. I can feel the tension building in both of us as we grab hold of the bed sheets. The oil shining in the dim light highlights your amazing body and legs. God, you are so sexy Cindy. We don’t say anything. Most the sounds we make are unintelligible anyway. The feeling grows and grows until we both shoot our loads. Mine into you and yours all over me, the bed, everything.

You just lie back and sigh. I snuggle next to you. Looking over at me you say “Andy, do you remember when I told you that until I met you I had never woken up with someone I cared about? Well remember this morning, baby. I love you.”

Feeling SO relaxed I reach over and shut off the alarm. Today we’re just gonna sleep in and then hang out around the house.

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[a9127]

Found on another website:

"Hi, my name is Steve, age 29. I came across your site and love what i see. I am writing to see if you enjoy doing damage to a guys balls? I am into heavy cbt and would love for someone as sexy as you to ruin my nuts. If you are interested, I have an elastrator (banding castration device make for livestock) and castration bands that you could make me put around my balls. Once on these bands cut off all the circulation to the balls, and i’m sure you realize how much damage that could cause. If you were feeling cruel and make me leave it on very long my balls would be really messed up. If this sounds like fun to you, let me know and I’ll give you a call. I will honestly try and band my balls for as long as you wanted.”

(Sorry, not for me... )

[a9127]

I’ve been working on a new story involving one of my favorite “Divas.” Pretty standard storyline. We meet. Hit it off. Go on a date. And have sex. Of course it just so happens that she has a “secret” she has been hiding from her fans. Which makes her all the more attractive to me and we end up falling in love (wow, didn’t see that coming… ).

My “friend” of course is portrayed in a very positive light and the story is more romantic than “explicit.” The sex is very gentle and loving.

What I’m not sure about is whether of not to use her “real” name and actual details. Including her band, where she’s from, her hair color, etc. I am not that familiar with “fanfiction.” To me, writing a fantasy story about “Edward” from Twilight is different from say writing about Robert Pattinson.

However, changing the details makes it a completely different story and I might as well write another sex adventure about Kirsten, or Bobbi, or Cindy, or some other gorgeous transwoman I happen to meet at the gym.

I have tried changing her name to stuff like “Holly Wilson.” But that to me seems dumb. And it reads poorly too. If I throw in details about her orange hair, singing talent, being much shorter than me, from Tennessee, etc. it’s pretty obvious (hell I could call her “Margaret Thatcher”) and you would still know who it was.

I could also make her tall and blonde. Singing in a metal band from Detroit. But then it would be a different story about a different person. And to me, meaningless. Although that idea does have possibilities...

Just wondering if there are others who have any experience with “Fanfiction.” Don’t want to post something that would get myself or TLB in legal trouble, or make my #1 celeb crush mad at me .

Yes, doing some initial research, I have seen “fanfic” about her and her band members, as well as other real celebrities using their actual names. Some of it quite explicit. So I know it’s been done.

Any advice would be genuinely appreciated. Thanks.

Andy

[franalexes]

My favorite fantasy involves one of the moderators.
( probably NOT a good idea to post it here.)

[a9127]

Originally Posted by a9127

I’ve been working on a new story involving one of my favorite “Divas.” Pretty standard storyline. We meet. Hit it off. Go on a date. And have sex. Of course it just so happens that she has a “secret” she has been hiding from her fans. Which makes her all the more attractive to me and we end up falling in love (wow, didn’t see that coming… ).

Decided not to post it. I'm kind of uncomfortable writing about a real person. Apart from possible legal issues I think those kind of thoughts or fantasies should be private anyway. I have too much love and respect for the person I was going to write about. Thanks to all who sent me PM's. I'm glad you have enjoyed my posts.

[a9127]

“Your class was awesome Dr. Andy. I think you are the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

Lauren looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and smiled. She was one of the brightest students I have ever had and she was averaging over 100% in my Stats class. No one had ever done that before. Identifying as transgender she was one of my friend’s advisees—he and I are both advisors for LGBTQ students. She was graduating with a degree in Management with a minor in Psychology. Summa Cum Laude. And she had long ago been accepted to graduate school. I had written a letter of recommendation for her.

Most students had already left as it was the last day of the semester. It has been unseasonably cold in Indiana but the last few days have been like summer. Lauren was wearing cut off jean shorts and a shirt tied around her midsection. Her long straight blonde hair hung down framing her beautiful face. We had always kept our relationship professional—after all she was one of my students. We sometimes met at Starbucks after class and she often would tell me a lot about herself. We also used to spend hours together analyzing data for her research. She was an expert with SPSS and she was able to form insights that other students couldn’t. One of her papers won an award at a conference last year.

Lauren sadly had a very rough time when she was younger. Rejecting her identity, her parents basically wanted nothing to do with her and she was raised by her Aunt. She didn’t go to college at 18 like most young people, choosing to work in an art gallery. Very talented, she wanted to become a painter. During those years she learned a lot about running a business. At 29 she was older than most of the other graduates who were 21 or 22.

“Thanks. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my class. It’s been a pleasure working with you Lauren. You’re going to do great things.”

“Thanks Dr. Andy. I owe you a lot. You always believed in me. I hope we can keep in touch.”

“We will. By the way, would you like to go over to Starbucks? You know they close for summer soon.”

“Andy. I mean ‘Dr. Andy’ I actually had something else in mind. I’d like to take YOU out. I mean I’m graduating and I think it’s OK. I mean if you want to…”

“Sure Lauren. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s a place down on Mass Ave called FortyFive Degrees. Have you ever been there? They are known for Sushi and great drinks. I just thought it would be fun. Maybe later you could meet my family.”

“Sounds great Lauren. What time do you want me me to pick you up?”

“Eight o’clock? This is where my Aunt lives. It’s not too far from here. I’ll be ready.”

I take a shower at home then dress in my usual black slacks, dress shirt and Sketchers.

Arriving at her Aunt’s promptly at 8, Lauren greets me at the door. She is wearing a very short black minidress and heels. She is a naturally beautiful girl but for tonight she has put on mascara and blusher.

“Glad you could find it Andy. I’m looking forward to tonight.”

I notice she‘s totally dropped the “Dr.” part but it’s OK now. God she’s gorgeous.

I meet her family. Lauren must have told them a lot about me. It’s a modest home not too far from our campus. They obviously love her very much and seem smart and hard working—I can see where Lauren gets it from.

“Have a great time kids!” her Aunt says as I open the car door for Lauren. It’s been a while since I’ve been called a “kid.” LOL

On the way downtown Lauren says again “I really enjoyed having you as a teacher. I’m hoping we can be friends for a long time. And your new car is freaking awesome. What happened to the black one?” I tell her that I traded it in last week. “So tell me more about yourself.” Laughing she continues “I already know you are a computer genius and the hottest teacher. What DON’T I know about you?”

I tell her that I was married briefly but now divorced, that my parents hated the music I listened to but since I got good grades and never did drugs they tolerated it. She already knew that I had played football and baseball. I told her that my dad was especially proud of my achievements in sports and helped me start a company when I was 14.

“I know you had a girlfriend who was trans from things you’ve said at school. Whatever happened to her Andy?”

“We broke up not long after my family moved down here. It was right after I graduated from high-school.”

“I’m sorry, Andy. She should have stuck with you. You said once that she was the first person you were ever in love with.”

“Well part of it was she wanted to go to New York to become a dancer. She was really good.”

“Well I still think that was selfish of her. And your “ex” sounds crazy as fuck. You are a great guy Andy. I can tell just from knowing you in class.” She pauses then adds “Maybe you just need to meet the right girl.”

You shift in your seat so you are closer to me and your dress rides up giving me a great view of your long legs and satin panties. I almost run into the car ahead of us. You giggle and say “better keep your eyes on the road.” Then you look over at me and hold my hand.

When we arrive at FortyFive Degrees, our table is ready. We both order Sushi and for the next few hours really get to know each other. By the end of the evening all hesitations I may have had about dating you are gone. You are after all 29, and as a graduate will no longer be “my student.”

“Maybe we could go for a drive? It’s a beautiful night. I don’t want to go home yet. My Aunt knows I’m a big girl and in very good hands.”

You hold onto my arm as we walk out to where I’m parked. Stopping, you turn and look up. “Andy, I…”

We kiss for what seems like forever. I can feel your cock getting hard under your dress. And I know you can tell I’m already hard. I grab your ass which is barely covered by your dress and pull you tightly against me, our cocks rubbing together through our clothes. When we separate I say, “Would you like to go back to my place Lauren?”

“Yeah Andy. Unless you want to fuck right here in the parking lot.”

On the way you undo your seat belt and scoot over close to me. You run your hand up my leg and play with my cock. You know I have to drive so you are careful not to get too carried away and you guide my hand so it’s on your thigh. You aren’t wearing pantyhose and your skin is so silky. Slowly I work my way up your leg to your cock and gently play with the head.

“Jesus Andy that feels so good.”

When we arrive back in Zionsville we pull into my driveway and go inside. “Nice place” you say.

We take up exactly where we left off. Slipping your dress down over your shoulders I suck and tease your nipples gently. You throw your head back as I kiss and bite your neck. You run your hands all over me and unzipping my slacks, begin to play with and stroke my cock. Working my way down I slip your cock out from under your dress and begin to suck it as I run my hands up and down your thighs. I can tell you are almost ready to cum so I stop. As if you know just what to do, you lay on your back with your legs up. “Here baby I brought this stuff…” you say as you get a bottle of lube out of your purse. I take a long time fingering you and massaging your prostate. “Fucking God, Andy. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

Suddenly I realize you are a virgin. I don’t think you are faking either. You are very tight so I spend more time fingering and massaging you. I can tell you love it. “Lauren, we have all night…”

After a while you say “I’m ready Andy.” Entering you gently, once I’m totally in you say “God that feels awesome. I had no idea.” I fuck you very slowly. This drives you crazy and you arch your back and grip the carpet as you moan. I also jack you off and soon our bodies grow very tense as we both cum. You fall back onto the carpet and I lay next to you caressing your breasts. We kiss gently and you smile at me. You are still wearing your black dress. My shirt is off.

You hold me tightly. Tonight was something very special. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on Lauren.

“Do you want to call your Aunt and let her know you are OK?”

“Yeah I should at least text her.”

We toss our clothes in the washer and head upstairs. After taking a shower we climb into bed. You snuggle up to me and we kiss again. “You really are the best teacher I’ve ever had, Andy. I think this is going to be the greatest summer ever!”

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