The sun was beginning to set on another beautiful day in Paris, casting long shadows across the city streets. I’d just gotten home from work and couldn’t wait to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes – masturbating while watching trashy TV shows. I kicked off my heels and headed straight for my bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind me.
I took a deep breath, letting my anticipation build as I undressed slowly, revealing my curvy figure clad only in a lacy bra and thong. My fingers traced the outline of my big round ass before moving up to cup my full breasts, still slightly sensitive from where they had been pinched earlier at work. My heart raced as I reached into the drawer beside my bed, pulling out a well-loved dildo and a bottle of lubricant. I slicked up the shaft and positioned it at my entrance, taking a moment to admire how perfectly it filled me up. With one fluid motion, I pushed it all the way inside, grinding against it as I imagined what it would feel like to have a real cock buried deep within me.
As I started thrusting back and forth, my mind wandered to thoughts of being with another woman – someone who knew how to make love to a trans girl like me. The fantasy grew more intense with each passing moment, causing little tremors of pleasure to course through my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I reached between my legs and began stroking my hardening cock. The sensation was unlike anything else; it felt both foreign yet strangely familiar. As I neared climax, my breath hitched in my throat, and I gripped the sheets tightly beneath me.
With a loud moan, I came hard, shooting hot sticky cum all over myself. It felt incredible – liberating even. As the aftershocks subsided, I collapsed onto the bed, spent but satisfied.
The sun had set long ago, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight. I lay there for a while, catching my breath and trying to collect my scattered thoughts. My mind kept wandering back to the fantasy that had brought me such pleasure – the idea of being with another woman, exploring new depths of intimacy together. I wondered what it would be like to meet someone who understood me, who could make me feel truly desired. The thought made my heart race again, and I couldn’t help but smile at the possibilities. Maybe one day, I told myself, as I drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for anything. I showered quickly and got dressed, thinking about how my day might unfold. Little did I know that fate had something else in store for me – something that would change everything. As I stepped out of my apartment, I saw her standing there, waiting for me. She was beautiful, with a confident smile that said she knew exactly what she wanted. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. “Hi,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been watching you.”
And then she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Let’s explore together…”