"Well, er, I am asking myself who I am?" I said.Dark Rose looked at me."That is really a big question, Mistress. I mean the male sex is facinga crisi...s of masculinity. Every man is asking himself that question.Who am I? What does it mean to be male? Am I cisgendered or cissy? AmI genderqueer or trans? Am I binary? It is the question of the age.Who do men go to, to ask the question to? Other men? Perhaps. TheLGBT Community? Perhaps. Or women? Well you are asking your woman.That says. Mentally preparing.I had one chance and I had to get it right.I paced for three hours.I answered the phone on the 2nd ring. A number I didn’t recognise.‘Hello?’ My voice went from croaky to high pitched in one word.‘John’A statement, not a question, in a soft Irish accent. It was a voice I’d never heard, but somehow still recognised.It was daylight outside by the time I hung up.I’d explained the situation for hours.I’d already told her about Hayley – and Grace before her – through our emails.A. ” He then took Helena by the arm and led her away from the restaurant, towards the hotel lobby elevators and to his room.Helena merely complied and only fleetingly considered the fact that they had not even finished their meal and they still had about two hours left on the date.****************Nigel had never been lucky in love but he had been inordinately successful in business. This had meant he had been able to pursue his sexual needs by buying the favours of women and, as a consequence, he. “Okay then, back soon.” As she walked off towards the party, I leaned back and lit another cigarette watching the stars, slowly rubbing myself through the jeans. Damn I was half way there already. She was gone at least half an hour because I heard two buses stop and go before she came around the corner with a smile like poison come to dinner. The moon caught her fiery red hair, and I knew she'd actually done it before she straddled me and leaned in to kiss me deep and slide the cum into my.