What started out in a bar in the city that he didnt know was a gay establishment put him in prison in the first place. A defense of his uncompromising... heterosexuality against an unwanted homosexual advance leads him here, being subjected to even more perverted sexual acts. How ironic it all is! The naked brunette muscle man is in a different frame of mind, almost in a different place all-together. He carries no sexual baggage. He takes things as they come. Although he is unapologetically. One downside of cross dressing was that Ihad a tendency to shut myself in. I flipped through the newest issue ofElle and tossed the one bill in the bill box to be paid later. Thinkingabout the remaining day I reached over and grabbed the phone."Hi Mary, uh huh. Yes. Nothing much. Would you like to come over fordinner tonight? What, left over steak and stuff. About seven. Fine.What. I hadn't really thought about it. OK, see you then."I liked Mary. We had met at a LGBT meeting a few months. Just that certain dominant kind of feel. I gave him my number, and we said 2pm, Saturday. He texted me on Saturday morning and said White shirt, no bra, white panties, black skirt, stilettos. Dont fuck around. It was the outfit I was wearing the first time wed slept together. I complied. I dont know why, but I did. He turned up and knocked on my front door. Id spent an hour putting on the right clothes, putting on the right shoes, putting my make up on. I was nervous. The anxiety was turning me. The touch of his cold nose was electric. Instantaneously, her body responded. Mutley experimentally licked her lips and accidentally found her clit. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth and a hand full of fingers pulled her lips apart so that he could get a better access to her.She tasted wonderful and a lubricating juice coated his tongue. Mutley crouched down and began to lick her in earnest, enjoying the reaction of her body. She smelled quite different now, a musky and basic sexual odour.