|Blogs > FionaCocksucker > Being a transvestite - Part 1|
Tonight I thought my luck had changed. An indian guy confronted me for a cigarette as I walked home from Secrets, the gay night club. Well I hadn't pulled there and Shit , shit, shit, as I frantically searched through my handbag, I discovered that i had left my cigarettes and lighter on the bar. No matter he pulled out his cock in the street to console me which I pleasured with my mouth. All things looked good as he asked me if I had any condoms. Of course I had lover just put your cock away and we will be at my appartment in two minutes. Just in front of my appartment he stopped and asked me my religious beliefs. When I tried to explainb the similarity between god and a tin of baked beans. I believe in the belief that the hardest thing a person has to face in his life is his own death. Anything to help him through that ordeal must be good. Whether God or baked beans had created the world and miracles who the shit cares.
Big mistake Fiona realised in opening her mouth as she watched her young prospective lover go scurrying down the road waving goodbye. Shit, shit, shit, no cigarettes and now no young lover to give her what she craved for. Me and my big mouth. Now it is back to my faithfull vibrating dildo who has only let me down once when I forgot to renew the two AA batteries. Has anyone else ever been so close to having some red hot sex only to open their mouth and absolutely ruin everything?