A Love Like Ours

Katrina Wilson is my name. Like the storm, but deadlier. I am feeling so bored these days. I needed to find something to do. I get really horny on days when I've got nothing to do. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, good-looking black woman in her early twenties. I'm not. I'm actually a transsexual. I have a beautiful woman's face, body and a fantastic booty but between my legs swings a heck of a lot of manhood. That's who I am. It's something I've struggled with for a long time before accepting myself just as I am.

I had nothing to do. I could play video games or surf the web looking for some fun NFL and NBA facts or hell, maybe even look at some porn but I was still bored. I surprised my pal Titus in the kitchen. The sexy black stud was cooking while wearing an apron and some shorts. He looked really hot. Titus is a longtime friend of mine. We met when we were both high school students. We've been pals ever since. He was cool and not at all bigoted like so many people I knew. A smart, good-looking black man who was going places. He attends a college in the Boston area and plays basketball. We've been pals for a long time. Recently, we became fuck buddies. It all happened a few months ago. Titus had broken up with his girlfriend Stacy. I was glad he got rid of her. She was a gold digger and a whore. He couldn't see that because he was in love with her. What he doesn't know is that I've been in love with him for years.

Titus came home feeling blue after finding out that Stacy had been cheating on him with a woman named Nadine, no less! When he came home, I knew what had happened. So, I did what any best friend would. I comforted him. How we went from sobbing and holding each other on the couch to my bed was completely blanked out from my mind. We ended up in bed together. We were kissing and making out passionately. I looked at Titus's sexy body. He was a really sexy black man. All the gals at our college campus wanted him. Yet he went out with some bisexual Irishwoman named Stacy.