Searching for Satisfaction
I was in my 20s and finished college and following a short stay in London – where surprisingly I didn’t get up to much, other than some closet dressing and private masturbation I returned home to Glasgow and fell back into my old habits. The addiction had taken grip. I needed physical stimulation where possible from another person or to take risks of places to meet people and wank openly .
I had developed few inhibitions by my mid 20s and one favourite places was a sex shop that had opened in the city. As a pull for people to visit they showed R18 movies in a small room at the back of the shop. Often I would make excuses from work, and head off to visit.
I had now started to dress again, with it not unusual for me to have full suspenders and stockings and silky panties under my day wear at work. This allowed me to visit to bathroom on a regular basis, to stroke the sheer nylon stockings and masturbate. If I didn’t manage at work I would detour to a public toilet in one of the city’s railway stations to read the perverted graffiti of other men looking for cock , at their hotel or nearby. Ocassionally phone numbers, but more often a continuous thread leading up to a meet.
And so was the case one day when I arranged to meet a guy at the sex shop. I knew I was going there, so I alI had a quick change after work, and had full lingerie, including soft black silk corset under my clothes.
The back shop was hardly used and I almost became on conversational terms with the staff. I was too comfortable. No risk. This particular afternoon I sat in the dull backshop my jeans loosened enough to give me access to my cock, balls, ass and stocking tops. My shirt open allowing some titty play. The door opens behind me and a young guy entered. In the half light it was difficult to see his face , but he had a clear view in the flash of the door opening to see what was happening. ‘I’m Sam, Are you Steff?... I saw your note at the station.
He immediately sat beside me and put his hand on my thigh. My cock hardened in anticipation. With little warning he pulled my trousers to the ankles and got on his knees in front of me, deep throating my sweaty cock. He came up for air and looked at me.
To both our complete shock we realised we both had a mutual friend from several years past. “Emm...hi” ...we mumbled. He had longish hair, a bit of a rocker, was slim and quite fem in appearance. We exchanged a few words and he went back to my cock. I was in panic. What if... etc etc.... He sucked harder , sucking my pink tight balls...fuck..I’m going to cum....I unloaded fully into his mouth. He sat beside me, took control, and kissed me deeply exchanging saliva and cum into my mouth. Without a word between us we undressed and I repaid the compliment taking his much longer yet thinner cock deep into my throat. I was oblivious to everything and my cock needed to unload.
We kissed deeply, exchanging tongues, pushing our faces tight against one another in an act of deep passion and hunger, all the time mutually leading the others cock to completion. We came almost together and held each other for a few seconds.. then nothing. “This didn’t happened, he said. Pulled up his jeans and left me sitting soaked in cum, clothes spunk stained and delirious again with the joy of stranger sex.
As was my luck, the shop lost its licence, and a new place had to be found for meeting people. The contact magazine.
I had been somewhat wary of using anonymous mailboxes for sending messages, but what it did was force you to ACTUALLY write a letter, explaining who and what you were looking for and your living arrangements.
I had moved into an apartment near the city centre, and whilst having a vanilla style relationship with several girlfriends, I also used the privacy of my apartment to dress more often, and to start to meet more deviant people through the contact magazine.
On advice of one guy he suggested that I put an ad in myself and allow a voicemail box to be arranged. This proved quite lucrative for meets but also financially. One of the magazines , a high end fetish magazine “Shiny” had a series of private ads in the back pages. After some good response to my initial ads, 90% timewasters, I got a call from the sales people. Would I like my image associated with an 0898 premium phone number, and they would monitor calls and pass them through if I was available. If I kept the guy on the line, I got a percentage of the high premium rate call. I agreed and awaited the next publication.
A couple of weeks later I got a call to say my ad would be live in 2 days and what hours was best. As I lived alone I literally said and evening and weekends. The phone never stopped. In a week I must have had 60 or 70 guys wanking out their fantasy to me sitting eating my evening meal or over a beer. Occasionally I would get dressed to receive the call. This made me crazy horny... and the more horny I must have sounded the longer the guys stayed on line. In my first month I made almost £300. My rent paid. Whilst most calls came from England and Wales, I did get many from Scotland. One evening the phone went and the operator said they had a girl called Emma from Glasgow to chat.
I took the call and a softly spoke voice started talking. Interestingly this wasn’t a sex phone call, she wanted to know about my sexuality, was I planning to take hormones and become trans. This was and still is something I have never considered. But Emma told me how she was trans and had started hormones, was having a hellish time at home and was looking for company/ someone to talk to.
We agreed to meet the next evening and I would pick her up at a fairly well known corner in the city. Although not a few hundred yards from home I wanted first to check this was no hoax, and a bunch of neds waiting to take advantage, and also to suss how genuine Emma was.
Before going out I shaved smooth and prepared for what may or may not be and interesting evening. Dressed in clean black lingerie, Levi 501s and a black T-shirt I headed out. This is before the days of SMS/ WhatsApp / Mobile Phones and we all had to take people at face value. No delving into their profile then.
I sat in my car diagonally opposite the spot where we had agreed. It was a fairly damp horrible night and in the darkening gloom I wondered would I be stood up. Having just convinced myself I was wasting my time I noticed opposite under a yellow umbrella, a girl in tight black shiny trousers and black stilettos. Everything else hidden behind the yellow umbrella. I sat and looked again. She was looking at her watch and obviously waiting on someone.
I did a quick spin of the block and drove up beside her. I rolled down the window as she lifted her umbrella acknowledging a car stopping adjacent.
“Emma?”
“Hi – Are you Steff?
“Certainly am – get in.
I could not believe it. She was about 5’6 in her heels and had a shock of peroxide blonde hair, pale make up with heavily mascara on her eyes, pale lipstick and wore a one piece pvc catsuit and a black leather bikers jacket. Her nails painted exquisitely bright red.
“ I though I’d missed you – the train was late
“No problem, where do you want to go tonight?
“Your place would be fine
I think I surprised her by how close I stayed to where we met , but explained that you can never be too careful. She agreed.
Back at my apartment we sat for a bit like two strangers trying to make small talk.
Emma had gorgeous shaped legs and appeared to have small breast blow the stretchy shiny catsuit.
The small talk stopped when he noticed I had sheer stocking feet...”em yes I’ve got my underwear below. ...”
“Well show me”.. I sensed her taking control
I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and took off my tee-shirt. She smiled. Nice undies! My cock was twitching.
“Mmm. Nice.....may I? As I stood in the middle of the lounge Emma dropped to her knees and took my semi hard cock in her mouth. In seconds it was hard. She sucked hard. I was still unsure if Emma was trans, female or a CD.
She stood up looked me in the eyes and kissed me softly. The sweet taste of precum was on her lips. We stood for a few minutes in deep hold. I brushed my hand over her breast and moved down to her crotch.
As my palm touched the shiny black pvc I felt the familiar outline of a hard circumcised cock.
Her one piece suit was zipped from her neck down and below her crotch and up the crack of her perfect ass. I directed her towards my bedroom. I unzipped slowly to expose lily white skin, without a blemish. As the zipper got to her navel I released her shoulders exposing beautiful small white breasts, like a teenage girl, with larger pink nipples. I sucked greedily at these as she unclipped my bra, showing off my chubby hairless male chest.
She stepped out of here shiny stilettos onto the carpet and suddenly was like a small girly below me, only 5’2 or 5’3. We kissed and I pushed her onto the bed and pulled off the rest of the catsuit.
I was welcomed by the most beautiful 6” cock, thick, cut and gleaming in its freedom. I sucked on it hard, cupping the small scrotum below it. She was totally hairless. And for that moment mine to enjoy.
She jumped up went back to the lounge and returned holding a small glass brown bottle – “have you ever used these? What are they? Poppers .. I love them.
She unscrewed the lid, covered one nasel passage and inhaled deeply. She repeated the same handing them to me as she pushed me onto the bed. I had heard about poppers, but had never searched about for them or their availability. I cautiously unscrewed as Emma took my cock in her mouth again. Staring at me, as if forcing me to follow her into this intoxicating world.
I was surprised at the vinegary pepperness as I drew them close. Then on advice from Emma inhaled gently, one side then the other. I waited. I felt in a moment so horny. Not surprising I had a beautiful young TS sucking my cock in my bedroom in private..this was bliss.
We changed rolls sucking and sniffing poppers until the two of us were lying face to face kissing as if the world would end that night... “Can I fuck you?.. Emma whispered..
Now, despite all of the previous perversions and encounters from the age of 16 I had never felt the want to have anal sex. I had seen it hundereds of times on video and movies but was truly unprepared for this offer...
She doubtless sensed my hesitation. “Well you fuck me then.” I nodded. This was a time of safety first and I had a box of condoms hand that I used with my girlfriends.. This was different.
Emma had lube in her bag and fingered some into her pink ass. She took up the cowgirl position and slid deep onto my cock. She gasped in joy, inhaling hard on the pass-the-parcel poppers. I inhaled and with no hesitating rammed my cock as deep as possible, then lifted her off only to drop her back on. She had clearly done that before.
My head was spinning from the popper, Pulsating, my cock and every sense in my body on edge. My eyes looking at this blonde TS nymph enjoying my cock, the taste of sweat as i hungrily licked, sucked and kissed her femine torso, and my nose burning slightly from the inhaled poppers.
In what almost seemed like a prepared move she came off my cock before I came and pushed my legs over my shoulders, burying her tongue in my ass. I had the poppers and inhaled again. I could feel her tongue going deep.
Then holding my legs in position she slid her thin pink cock straight into my ass. No pain. Just pleasure. After only 30 seconds or so she withdrew spraying her cum across my chest whilst jerking at my throbbing cock.
She climbed ontop of me sucking up her and viciously opened my mouth spitting the load deep in to my throat. This all seemed in order as any inhibition was lost in the torment of poppers.
Seconds later my cock twitched and she took the whole load deep in her mouth again returning to smear my cum over my face.. “ Now you truly are a cum slut.. she laughed.
We showered together and fucked again in the shower. Got dressed and she left. I never heard or so her again. Over the years I wondered what happened, but that night in the autumn of 1990 would be a benchmark now to be exceeded.
On the return to the bedroom she had left behind the poppers.. and so another addiction was found.
I had developed few inhibitions by my mid 20s and one favourite places was a sex shop that had opened in the city. As a pull for people to visit they showed R18 movies in a small room at the back of the shop. Often I would make excuses from work, and head off to visit.
I had now started to dress again, with it not unusual for me to have full suspenders and stockings and silky panties under my day wear at work. This allowed me to visit to bathroom on a regular basis, to stroke the sheer nylon stockings and masturbate. If I didn’t manage at work I would detour to a public toilet in one of the city’s railway stations to read the perverted graffiti of other men looking for cock , at their hotel or nearby. Ocassionally phone numbers, but more often a continuous thread leading up to a meet.
And so was the case one day when I arranged to meet a guy at the sex shop. I knew I was going there, so I alI had a quick change after work, and had full lingerie, including soft black silk corset under my clothes.
The back shop was hardly used and I almost became on conversational terms with the staff. I was too comfortable. No risk. This particular afternoon I sat in the dull backshop my jeans loosened enough to give me access to my cock, balls, ass and stocking tops. My shirt open allowing some titty play. The door opens behind me and a young guy entered. In the half light it was difficult to see his face , but he had a clear view in the flash of the door opening to see what was happening. ‘I’m Sam, Are you Steff?... I saw your note at the station.
He immediately sat beside me and put his hand on my thigh. My cock hardened in anticipation. With little warning he pulled my trousers to the ankles and got on his knees in front of me, deep throating my sweaty cock. He came up for air and looked at me.
To both our complete shock we realised we both had a mutual friend from several years past. “Emm...hi” ...we mumbled. He had longish hair, a bit of a rocker, was slim and quite fem in appearance. We exchanged a few words and he went back to my cock. I was in panic. What if... etc etc.... He sucked harder , sucking my pink tight balls...fuck..I’m going to cum....I unloaded fully into his mouth. He sat beside me, took control, and kissed me deeply exchanging saliva and cum into my mouth. Without a word between us we undressed and I repaid the compliment taking his much longer yet thinner cock deep into my throat. I was oblivious to everything and my cock needed to unload.
We kissed deeply, exchanging tongues, pushing our faces tight against one another in an act of deep passion and hunger, all the time mutually leading the others cock to completion. We came almost together and held each other for a few seconds.. then nothing. “This didn’t happened, he said. Pulled up his jeans and left me sitting soaked in cum, clothes spunk stained and delirious again with the joy of stranger sex.
As was my luck, the shop lost its licence, and a new place had to be found for meeting people. The contact magazine.
I had been somewhat wary of using anonymous mailboxes for sending messages, but what it did was force you to ACTUALLY write a letter, explaining who and what you were looking for and your living arrangements.
I had moved into an apartment near the city centre, and whilst having a vanilla style relationship with several girlfriends, I also used the privacy of my apartment to dress more often, and to start to meet more deviant people through the contact magazine.
On advice of one guy he suggested that I put an ad in myself and allow a voicemail box to be arranged. This proved quite lucrative for meets but also financially. One of the magazines , a high end fetish magazine “Shiny” had a series of private ads in the back pages. After some good response to my initial ads, 90% timewasters, I got a call from the sales people. Would I like my image associated with an 0898 premium phone number, and they would monitor calls and pass them through if I was available. If I kept the guy on the line, I got a percentage of the high premium rate call. I agreed and awaited the next publication.
A couple of weeks later I got a call to say my ad would be live in 2 days and what hours was best. As I lived alone I literally said and evening and weekends. The phone never stopped. In a week I must have had 60 or 70 guys wanking out their fantasy to me sitting eating my evening meal or over a beer. Occasionally I would get dressed to receive the call. This made me crazy horny... and the more horny I must have sounded the longer the guys stayed on line. In my first month I made almost £300. My rent paid. Whilst most calls came from England and Wales, I did get many from Scotland. One evening the phone went and the operator said they had a girl called Emma from Glasgow to chat.
I took the call and a softly spoke voice started talking. Interestingly this wasn’t a sex phone call, she wanted to know about my sexuality, was I planning to take hormones and become trans. This was and still is something I have never considered. But Emma told me how she was trans and had started hormones, was having a hellish time at home and was looking for company/ someone to talk to.
We agreed to meet the next evening and I would pick her up at a fairly well known corner in the city. Although not a few hundred yards from home I wanted first to check this was no hoax, and a bunch of neds waiting to take advantage, and also to suss how genuine Emma was.
Before going out I shaved smooth and prepared for what may or may not be and interesting evening. Dressed in clean black lingerie, Levi 501s and a black T-shirt I headed out. This is before the days of SMS/ WhatsApp / Mobile Phones and we all had to take people at face value. No delving into their profile then.
I sat in my car diagonally opposite the spot where we had agreed. It was a fairly damp horrible night and in the darkening gloom I wondered would I be stood up. Having just convinced myself I was wasting my time I noticed opposite under a yellow umbrella, a girl in tight black shiny trousers and black stilettos. Everything else hidden behind the yellow umbrella. I sat and looked again. She was looking at her watch and obviously waiting on someone.
I did a quick spin of the block and drove up beside her. I rolled down the window as she lifted her umbrella acknowledging a car stopping adjacent.
“Emma?”
“Hi – Are you Steff?
“Certainly am – get in.
I could not believe it. She was about 5’6 in her heels and had a shock of peroxide blonde hair, pale make up with heavily mascara on her eyes, pale lipstick and wore a one piece pvc catsuit and a black leather bikers jacket. Her nails painted exquisitely bright red.
“ I though I’d missed you – the train was late
“No problem, where do you want to go tonight?
“Your place would be fine
I think I surprised her by how close I stayed to where we met , but explained that you can never be too careful. She agreed.
Back at my apartment we sat for a bit like two strangers trying to make small talk.
Emma had gorgeous shaped legs and appeared to have small breast blow the stretchy shiny catsuit.
The small talk stopped when he noticed I had sheer stocking feet...”em yes I’ve got my underwear below. ...”
“Well show me”.. I sensed her taking control
I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and took off my tee-shirt. She smiled. Nice undies! My cock was twitching.
“Mmm. Nice.....may I? As I stood in the middle of the lounge Emma dropped to her knees and took my semi hard cock in her mouth. In seconds it was hard. She sucked hard. I was still unsure if Emma was trans, female or a CD.
She stood up looked me in the eyes and kissed me softly. The sweet taste of precum was on her lips. We stood for a few minutes in deep hold. I brushed my hand over her breast and moved down to her crotch.
As my palm touched the shiny black pvc I felt the familiar outline of a hard circumcised cock.
Her one piece suit was zipped from her neck down and below her crotch and up the crack of her perfect ass. I directed her towards my bedroom. I unzipped slowly to expose lily white skin, without a blemish. As the zipper got to her navel I released her shoulders exposing beautiful small white breasts, like a teenage girl, with larger pink nipples. I sucked greedily at these as she unclipped my bra, showing off my chubby hairless male chest.
She stepped out of here shiny stilettos onto the carpet and suddenly was like a small girly below me, only 5’2 or 5’3. We kissed and I pushed her onto the bed and pulled off the rest of the catsuit.
I was welcomed by the most beautiful 6” cock, thick, cut and gleaming in its freedom. I sucked on it hard, cupping the small scrotum below it. She was totally hairless. And for that moment mine to enjoy.
She jumped up went back to the lounge and returned holding a small glass brown bottle – “have you ever used these? What are they? Poppers .. I love them.
She unscrewed the lid, covered one nasel passage and inhaled deeply. She repeated the same handing them to me as she pushed me onto the bed. I had heard about poppers, but had never searched about for them or their availability. I cautiously unscrewed as Emma took my cock in her mouth again. Staring at me, as if forcing me to follow her into this intoxicating world.
I was surprised at the vinegary pepperness as I drew them close. Then on advice from Emma inhaled gently, one side then the other. I waited. I felt in a moment so horny. Not surprising I had a beautiful young TS sucking my cock in my bedroom in private..this was bliss.
We changed rolls sucking and sniffing poppers until the two of us were lying face to face kissing as if the world would end that night... “Can I fuck you?.. Emma whispered..
Now, despite all of the previous perversions and encounters from the age of 16 I had never felt the want to have anal sex. I had seen it hundereds of times on video and movies but was truly unprepared for this offer...
She doubtless sensed my hesitation. “Well you fuck me then.” I nodded. This was a time of safety first and I had a box of condoms hand that I used with my girlfriends.. This was different.
Emma had lube in her bag and fingered some into her pink ass. She took up the cowgirl position and slid deep onto my cock. She gasped in joy, inhaling hard on the pass-the-parcel poppers. I inhaled and with no hesitating rammed my cock as deep as possible, then lifted her off only to drop her back on. She had clearly done that before.
My head was spinning from the popper, Pulsating, my cock and every sense in my body on edge. My eyes looking at this blonde TS nymph enjoying my cock, the taste of sweat as i hungrily licked, sucked and kissed her femine torso, and my nose burning slightly from the inhaled poppers.
In what almost seemed like a prepared move she came off my cock before I came and pushed my legs over my shoulders, burying her tongue in my ass. I had the poppers and inhaled again. I could feel her tongue going deep.
Then holding my legs in position she slid her thin pink cock straight into my ass. No pain. Just pleasure. After only 30 seconds or so she withdrew spraying her cum across my chest whilst jerking at my throbbing cock.
She climbed ontop of me sucking up her and viciously opened my mouth spitting the load deep in to my throat. This all seemed in order as any inhibition was lost in the torment of poppers.
Seconds later my cock twitched and she took the whole load deep in her mouth again returning to smear my cum over my face.. “ Now you truly are a cum slut.. she laughed.
We showered together and fucked again in the shower. Got dressed and she left. I never heard or so her again. Over the years I wondered what happened, but that night in the autumn of 1990 would be a benchmark now to be exceeded.
On the return to the bedroom she had left behind the poppers.. and so another addiction was found.
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