Carla Chapter 2

This is a grown up story for grown up people. If you're under 18 please don't read this. If you don't like to read stories about transsexual people, please don't read on. I have spent some time writing this story so please do not reproduce this in part or whole without my permission. I am happy to give permission if asked nicely. Please let me know what you think of it, as all comments are welcome.


As we walked to her bedroom, she paused, turned and said "Actually - give me a few minutes, I'll call you when I am ready."

And swinging around, her cock swaying through her dressing gown folds, she walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I was left alone with my thoughts. I have to say I had some real trepidation - I'd had a bit of anal sex before but wasn't that experienced and it was different this time - I worried I would hurt her, but I guess more so, I was more worried I would disappoint her. Left in this unusual situation, my mind swirling with thoughts, but on edge due to the alternative sexual prospects - and I'd always lived on the kinky side of life - I entered a bit of fugue state, thinking about what had happened and what might, but slightly abstract in nature, and lost track of time.

Some time later - but I've not idea how long - she called me "baby, come in now," a sexy and excited lilt in her voice. I snapped out of my reverie and walked to the door.

Opening it, I saw her. My mouth dried, and my throat tightened in raw lust. I gulped to break it. She was lying on the bed stretched out. Her legs were clad in fishnet stockings, her feet in black shiny high heels, one leg slightly raised and slightly cocked to one side, with the foot by her knee and the other out straight. She was wearing a lace black teddy, accentuating her full and heaving breasts and, beautifully, her cock was erect, standing high and proud through a hole in the crotch. Her hair was spread over the bed above her, and one arm stretched out above her, causing her chest to arch and pushing her pert breasts up and out. I later learnt that she loved lingerie and enjoyed dressing up in many enchanting ways, I loved that - for me there is nothing like a womanly woman, dressed to maximize the impact of her shapely body and, as she always managed, to maximize the impact of her sexy, long strong cock, in a beautiful juxtapose to the rest of her.