Ellen's Candy
Keywords: Ellen's, Candy,
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Sometimes I get in the mood to suck a dick but I"ve never considered myself gay. I"m @ the very least bisexual but I don"t like to limit myself to that either because I think it restricts my sexuality. I get turned on watching all types of sexual situations that you could think of; just let your imagination determine what that means. On that particular Saturday morning I woke up pretty early. I did a short work out consisting of push ups, dips and sit ups. I ate a big breakfast and took a shower. I was dressed by 10 am. I really had nothing to do so I decided to take off early and find something to get into.
It was still early so I didn"t really think that I would find much to do. I called a popular talk line that I use from time to time. To my surprise there were over 20 women online. Many were looking for some Saturday morning phone sex but to me that has to be the most boring thing on earth. I was not in the mood for self love, I needed body contact and I was set on getting some before the days end.
The first woman I made a connection with was lame. After five minutes of lackluster conversation I discontinued our connection and moved on to the next one. I listened to the rest of the ads and there were only a handful of women from my area. I live in New Jersey, close to New York City, and I was more than willing to travel up to 2 hours for some adventure.
At the point when I was about to give up I received a message from Candy. She claimed it was her real name and although I didn"t care what her name was I did not believe this to be her birth name. Well anyhow, Candy described herself as a male to female transsexual; she said she stood at 5"5, weighed 135 pounds, had size 34b natural breasts, flat stomach and toned muscles from working out. She had a very feminine voice. Besides her description she said that she hoped she had not offended me, that she really liked my voice and my description so she sent me a message. She also said that she did not wish to be harassed about being a transsexual, she went on to explain what a transsexual was (so I would not be confused) and that if I did not mind she would like us to talk and see where it leads. I accepted her invitation to talk; I was actually very turned on by the prospect of hooking up with a tranny that day. Although I had hoped for a woman, I was so horny that day it really didn"t matter as long as I got a hook up.
We connected for a private conversation. She was very pleasant and had a lot to talk about. I remember asking her to fully describe herself and she continued on from her earlier description. She said she was mixed race of Spanish, African American, and American Indian, she had natural hair to her shoulders, a golden tan complexion which she likened to a glazed donut without the glaze. She said she had always had very feminine features even before she began hormone treatments, big doe eyes, very sensuous lips, and an amazing female body with an eight inch long and five inch thick penis.
She expressed that she was versatile, meaning that she fucked men that wanted to be fucked but she preferred straight men that would do all the fucking. She did, however, have a preference for straight men that enjoy sucking her off every now and there. To her there was something very sexy about watching a man take in her eight inch dick in his mouth but the submissiveness displayed when getting fucked was a turn off. I had hit the jackpot but I had not let on to it yet. I let her talk more as I felt my way into her head to see if she was a prospect willing to meet up that day.
She had a lot of questions for me as well. She asked me to describe myself again, of which I obliged. I told her I am African American, with medium brown skinned complexion, 5"10 in height, 180 pounds, short black wavy hair, almond shaped eyes and nice soft lips. I told her that I worked out quite often but I didn"t have a body builder"s look. I have a lean medium built body, nice muscle tone, in shape. I told her I was 29 which were true at the time. My eight and a half inches long four inch thick circumcised penis impressed her the most. According to Candy I was the perfect size, not too big and definitely not small.
She was into astrological signs as well and said we were a good match, I am a Sagittarius and she is a Leo. I do not know much about astrology except for the occasional times I read my horoscope in the Sunday paper. She liked my open mindedness and blunt ways of expression, I always speak my mind. We seemed to click well up to that point, I hoped it would last long enough for some hot times.
She lived on the upper west side of Manhattan; on 75th street between Amsterdam and Columbus Avenues. I told her that I was pretty familiar with the area. She liked my phone personality, as I like to call it and was interested in meeting up. We decided on meeting up for brunch at a soul food restaurant a few blocks from her house. I had to admit to her that although I"ve had enjoyed plenty nights of sex with many transsexuals in the past I had never been out in public with any of them. She assured me not to worry, that she was extremely passable, that many times she had to actually show her dick to a guy before he truly believed that she was not an actual woman. I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose?
We met at the restaurant at 2 pm. I had on some blue jeans a casual button up shirt, and shoes. I had wanted to make a nice impression without going overboard. Even though I didn"t think it would be needed, being that I had already made a nice one on the phone. I was very apprehensive about meeting Candy in public but I figured that I would blow her off (no pun intended) if I didn"t find her attractive and find something or someone else to do.
When I walked in I told the host I was meeting someone for brunch and she escorted me to Candy"s table. Sitting at the chair drinking a Mimosa was one of the most beautiful transsexuals I had ever seen in my life, including books, movies, and magazines. Her smile was radiant, her lips were perfect, and her skin was flawless, with very little makeup. She was wearing tight black slacks and a loose yellow blouse that still managed to show off her small cleavage, high healed shoes and elegant jewelry. I would have never in my life made her out to be a transsexual; I was overly pleased and anxious to get her back to her place. She stood up and hugged me when I approached the table; she also gave me a small peck on the lips. I wanted to run my tongue down her throat.
We sat down and the waitress poured me a Mimosa as well. Candy and I toasted to "finally meeting an attractive person from a telephone chat line". She said she was afraid I was going to be overweight like the other 4 or 5 guys she had met before, or extremely ugly. She confessed that she had told the waitress to have me wait if I were not attractive. We laughed. I told her I too was scared that she was not what she had described on the phone, how nervous I was to meet with her in public, and how I kept thinking she was probably a cross dresser "CD" and not an actual transsexual. We laughed again.
Candy was beyond what I had expected. She got up and fixed my plate from the brunch all you can eat buffet table. We took our time eating, having great conversation and enjoying the men gawking at her as they walked by our table with their wives and girlfriends; wishing they could be in my place, if only they knew we both thought out loud. By the time we had left we were both tipsy from the countless Mimosas we had drunk.
We left the restaurant and stated to her place. Although everything was going well, Candy and I had not had much physical contact during brunch other than the peck on the lips at the beginning of our date. I really didn"t know where this was going because we had not even mentioned sex the whole 2 hours we were in the restaurant. She was talking about how much of a great time she was having and said that we should maybe stay out longer, walk around and enjoy the unseasonably warm day before going in. This confused me, I really didn"t want to waste all day with her and not succeed in having sex, my worries were dismissed when she mentioned that she had to stop somewhere and pick up some lube and condoms.
Being that I had been drinking, we decided on taking a cab down to 42nd street to visit a few of the sex shops, we left my car in a public parking lot. She said that the kind of lube she liked to use was not sold in the regular pharmacy. I had no objection. We ended up having a great time shopping. We bought a 12 pack box of condoms, lube, some handcuffs, and some interesting porn; straight, bisexual, lesbian, gay, and transsexual. We had even picked up a few of the more hard core stuff like S&M, Scat, Watersports, and, even some animal porn. In addition, many magazines and "Forum" type of literature. I was surprised to meet someone that liked porn as much as I did, especially of the same nature as the ones I liked.
She also took me to a place where we picked up some underground, banned in the United States, movies; the nature of which I will not mention. Well anyway, after our fun shopping; we finally took a cab back to her apartment. I had wanted to stop at a spirits store but Candy assured me that she had plenty to drink at her place.
Her apartment was very nicely decorated. She lived in a small but cozy one bedroom. Her furniture was sparse because of the limited space. She had placed mirrors on the walls to make the apartment look larger than it was. Her walls were decorated with black and white pictures of some of the greatest musicians of all times; Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie, John Coltrane, Bob Marley, just to name a few. She showed me to her bedroom where we got comfortable on the bed and sifted through the things we had bought. We decided on a bisexual movie that looked like a lot of action. Candy mixed us a couple of drinks and slipped into a pink silk robe after taking a 10 minute shower.
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Keywords: Ellen's, Candy,