Well here I am again. So over the past few weeks I've been catching up on postings under certain topics. Friendship Changes, What Happens in Zity, Stays in Zity, and I've become a fan of @Cedar , @TrinaStarr , @Ms_Lila , @Dahiana , @Meat_Monster , @TedStarr and the whole crew and cast and all the other fans of these folks and their posts. And I've even reached out from time to time to share my enjoyment. But apparently there are a few folk that think I should provide some juicy adventures that I've enjoyed or encountered.
Okay, see if this feeds the need to invade my privacy. There are several of you out there that understand that I'm pretty private. Not much of a social network user just because way back when someone decided to leak my photos upon the internet and some of them have actually shown up in a couple of galleries here on zity. And while some mild panic arises in the back of my mind, the comments have been at least favorable. And NO I haven't comment on how perfect they look. No, really, I haven't, you have to believe me……
This was a while back. It was when I realize that I was starting to make serious money and the waves I created seemed to make me more marketable in my field of expertise. And I decided I should use a money manager as well and she decided that I should start going to several charity events and making public donations. Not my idea good time but I found that attending these events became an excellent source to hunt. Okay define hunt. Me stalking and engaging other humans in a public venue that might lead to extra curricular events, either that evening or down the road.
Alright this is taking forever….right?
So one evening out I ran across an amazing looking woman. She looked to be just a bit older than myself but age means nothing on a good hunt. I slid up next to her at the bar and started a conversation. She had the look of a forties or fifties movie stars. She could have been a cover girl or pin up girl when younger but she still had that striking beauty. A quick and snappy sarcastic sense of humor. I sensed a kindred spirit. We adjourned to a table so that we could observe and snark the appearance of those around us. And she could handle her drink as well. She was quickly making all the checks on my list of random things.
As the evening wore on she decided to pull the Cinderella on me. Just before midnight she announced that she had a busy day the next day and really needed to excuse herself. I was a bit deflated but then she turned back and asked for my phone and then she texted a message to her number and smiled. She said she now had my number and I could figure out hers. And with that she slip away. Oh and no glass slipper for me to carry about the kingdom… damn it.
So a few days past and I got lost in work as usual and my phone buzzes… “I'm free for dinner, you pick the place,”
Now if you truly know me I don't just jump when someone demands something, or makes a request for an immediate answer. I like to be the one in charge…. okay who am I kidding here… I texted back the name of one of my favorite Italian Restaurants on Rush street. And said 7:30. Thirty minutes later I get a … ‘excellent choice’.
Damn it, I'm being played at my own game….
So I dress for a .. this might be a date or just having a meal with a new friend. And I take my time downtown stopping at the Rolls Royce dealer ship to drool at my future car. And walk in and secure a table just a bit early. And she walks in just a couple of minutes late and comes over and joins me. We have a lovely time chatting about nothing really. She was interesting in my career choices and the like and she shared that she had her private income that was able to sustain her lifestyle without having to endanger it by ‘working’. I found that amusing and not condescending. I asked her if she was married and her response was.. oh heavens no… she didn't have time to deal with that sort of stress. She did have an adopted son and he was in his first year of college and played Lacrosse. And then she said that she was straight and that was out of the blue. And I smiled. She said she had asked around about me and the word back was “heavily into women.”
I smiled and said it was true but I was technically 98% Lesbian and 2% Bi. And told her the whole I love a GOOD cock once in a while but not usually what was attached to it. She thought that was the funniest thing ever. So the tension relaxed and I didn't pout too much. We had a good time and almost closed the place. She then asked me how long of a trip did I have to go home… I told her about a twenty minute cab ride. (this was way before I had actually bought into a limo service and some of my other business opportunities) She asked to give me a ride home. She had her driver pick up us but we did the long route home for me.. we went down and around Grant Part and up the LSD to get to my place.
At a point she slid close to me and whispered, I'm straight. I looked at her and smiled and said, Yes I understand that. And she took my hand and placed it between her legs and … oh…. my…. she was a girl with something extra…
She was a trans and I missed every indicator. Holy shit.
Well hell the making out started at that very moment. And I invited her up to the condo and well let's just say that I love a GOOD cock once in a while and I got a GOOD cock and someone who may want to be a woman but still could deliver a man size encounter and load. We enjoyed the fuck out of each other that evening and a long weekend on her boat… okay it was a 120 foot boat but it was fairly private with a minimal crew and staff and plenty of sunshine and naked time.
We did hang out for a month or so and I thing she got bored with me and moved on. I actually still get a Christmas card from time to time.
Okay that's one.
All of you filthy animals have a great day and week.