A right, cisgender man sits alone at a dining dining dining dining table, the radiance of their phone illuminating wide, darting eyes. He’s visibly anxious. I walk in and discover him before I am seen by him. He is studied by me. Our eyes secure. I’ll never forget the deer-in-the-headlights look on their face.
I’m a transgender girl. We began speaking with this guy online. He’s in the 20s, handsome and dark. In public after I twisted his arm, he finally agreed to meet me. Needless to say, he initially wished to simply arrived at my location for fast, convenient and “discreet” intercourse, but i’dn’t enable it. I’ve taken up to making dudes fulfill me in public places like a real, peoples girl.
A park work work work bench, a restaurant, a restaurant — where we meet and whom the man is does not matter. [Read more...]