Worshipping Carla's Cock

I am a closeted bisexual. I have been since I was an adolescent.

These days I have a secret regular lision with a south american transexual who is 20 years younger than I am.

When we date, she dresses in full feminine attire, a black minidress, silk stockings with a suspender belt, and heels. She is curvy and beautiful and easily passes for a girl until you speak to her, when her slightly husky voice seems to give the game away.

Those of us who know and love transgender people can often tell before a person who has not made love to these beautiful creatures. When I first met Carla, I saw her across the room at an art gallery wine reception and knew. I knew she had a cock. Later, after we hooked up, I discovered to my continuing joy that Carla's cock is a thing of beauty, sculpted ebony, as hard as mahogany when erect and as persistent in use.

She is a wonderful exponent of self-control and can fuck vigorously for hours. She can also come in generous and powerful measure. When she allows herself this indulgence, the semen is pearly grey, viscid, hot and its measure is sufficient like a rare delicacy, a belluga caviare, to astound and delight the palate.

When she is erect, she is a ramrod - never is there a half measure, a semi-hard on. The word BONE was made to describe Carla's erection. It has the hardness of a carved wooden dildo from a bygone age, hewn from African hardwood timber.

When I peel back the delicious sallow foreskin to reveal the dome of her glans, I marvel at its shapely beauty, it delicious musk, and the fondant smoothness of its feel when I wrap my eager toungue around it, curling against its rim. When I descend below for a few seconds to press my face into the loose gr**efuit scrotum skin, feeling her balls expand within the sac as I nuzzle, inhale and imbibe her odours into my body, my eyes roll back and I almost faint from the headiness of that scent between her legs, the musk that is a potent distillate of her sexuality, subliming upon my tongue and vaporising into my lungs and brain and heart and soul.