I was asked last week, on Twitter, if I had ever thought of blogging TS seduction. I stopped to think about it and other than when I wrote a wee story about my own tranny fantasy, which ended up with my getting a good pounding on a beach, which didn’t have much seduction involved, the conclusion I came to was “no”.
Now, I suppose I have thought about seduction by a tranny… the kind where you don’t know that your date has a cock until you are so desperate for some flesh with her that you just don’t care (oh, I suppose that is what I wrote about, with the beach and everything, after all
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I guess it’s different for men. Straight men, that is. Don’t you fantasize about that girl, that beautiful girl you have somehow managed to get to agree to a date with you?
I mean, she’s got a stunning face, and legs that seem to go on forever and the most beautiful, bouncy, big tits you have ever glimpsed, on the sly, through a strained row of buttons.
You better not fuck this one up. You better pull out all the stops for this one. You better book a table at a really nice restaurant. You might even buy a new shirt, for the occasion.
So, you get there ten minutes early, über excited and trying not to show it. (Why do we do that? Surely it’s ok to show that you’re really looking forward to seeing someone?) To your delight, and shock, she’s already there. Waiting for you. For you. This creature, dropped down by the Gods, is just as excited about meeting up as you are. You get an involuntary penile twitch and feel a little embarrassed by it. It’s dinner, not an open invitation to fuck, for God’s sake!
Still, there’s nothing you can do but continue walking towards her and hope you can control what’s in your pants, at least until you are sat at the dining table with a table cloth to hide your growing excitement.
She is just as perfect as you remember, but then, she’s not been out of your thoughts since you first saw her and the image of her lust inducing, lean, yet curvaceous body, is ingrained on your retinas.
Her hair is long and tumbles down to her pert breasts, which you are finally getting to see more of, as she is wearing a slinky, but casual, evening dress that leaves little to the imagination.
As you order, you are aware of your cock straining against your clothes and you try to concentrate on something, anything else. You fidget in your seat, stretching out your leg to try to minimise your discomfort.
As you do so, you inadvertently brush your foot against hers and apologise. Telling you not to worry, you feel her foot creeping, unshod, up your leg. She’s holding her gaze to your eyes and it’s becoming unbearable.
She reaches her perfectly manicured hand across the table and grasps yours, even though you try to pull away, she’s taking control. She’s not letting you go.
Cupping her other hand around her mouth to conceal what she says from anyone else but you, she says “Shall we just go?”
This woman is perfect! There is no question what is on the table, here. And it’s certainly not dinner.
Glancing around, as you stand and try to re-arrange your pulsing penis without anyone noticing, you both make a dash for the door and before you know it, you’re in her convertible heading for the outskirts of town at a delirious speed.
She stops the car in a secluded spot and before you know it, you’re wrapped in an embrace kissing like you invented it. Then, she stops. Pulls away. She asks if you are sure. Jay-sus! Are you sure? You have never wanted something so much. Sliding your hand between her blissful, tempting tits, you nod your approval… like it needs showing, what with her hand gently caressing your massive manhood, through the material of your trousers.
She stops and frustratingly flits from the vehicle saying you have to be really sure. Damn it, other than beg, what more can you do? She says she has something to confess, as she slips the straps of her dress from her shoulders. “That’s ok”, you stutter, thinking what’s the worst that can happen? The dress falls to the ground and you cannot believe the beauty standing before you… wearing support panties.
To save her blushes, you jump out of the car and go to press yourself against her. So, she thinks she’s got a belly to hide? So what. All women think some part of their body needs fixing. You’re not bothered and you want her to know as much. Holding her tight, she pushes you away a little, so you can once again take in the full splendour of her phenomenal rack. She pulls your face towards her boobs and you cannot help but suckle on them. Your cock showing it’s appreciation all the while. You drop your pants, just so she knows that her “granny knickers” don’t put you off.
Sensing your intention, she says that it’s not so much the clothing, as what it conceals. “Whatever you think, whatever it is” you say “you need to know you’re beautiful and I want you. I need you. Now!”
“Whatever it is?” She says, slowly lowering the support underwear, slipping it inch by inch, down her hips. You know she’s just being silly. A woman this lithe and lucious could not possibly have a huge, hidden roll of fat and even if she did, you just need IN. NOW!
You press yourself against her as she lowers the panties, finally, knowing that she doesn’t want you to look at what she wrongly thinks is a horrible, fat belly.
Then, as you’re nuzzled in against her rounded frontage, you feel something ping up against your crotch. It’s warm and hard and it feels like… it feels like a cock! Unsure, as you’ve never felt someone else’s phallus, you look down and see the most beautiful, throbbing hard-on you have ever seen. It’s like something out of a porn movie and you are drawn, before you know it, to wrap your hands around it.
OMG! I have just seen how much I have written! I shall stop boring you and get to the point.
The point being, that when someone messaged me (http://twitter.com/Vix_Pix) to ask if I had ever blogged TS seduction, he meant a site by that name. www.TSSeduction.com is quite a different kettle of fish.
I have had a good look around the site and personally, I don’t like it. Mainly because there is a lot of humiliation stuff, on there. Now, I know that things like that are consensual (and most galleries on the site do contain a pic of both parties smiling in an “everything’s ok” type pose) but I just plain don’t like it.
If you do, then here is the place to make your voice heard.
So, I have looked for a Big Tits Transexual (whose photoshoot I didn’t find abhorrent) and I have found Foxxy.
TSSeduction.com say “Latina Ts Foxxy gives her flirty cab driver the full Armory including her hard cock in his mouth and ass, bondage, candle wax, and a solid mind fuckin”






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