Tasting the good FLESH

It was almost midnight; it was not for Cinderella to leave but for her slave. I got up and went to my clothes; a few seconds of conversation can be summed up with the answer “NO” to these two questions: “you really want to quit”... and “you don’t mind me staying”. I was as cheerful as a child and so was she. I tired while she, she seemed in great shape... When I kindly explained that “this old man” was exhausted, she became the helpless angel I'd met at the supermarket.
I just wanted to hold Selmi and sleep... to wake up in my NEW SHE-beeing. Now that I’ve confirmed, just for myself, my dual identity. Yes I take pleasure from everywhere; from my erectile as well as my pussy. This is a great date for me after three decades of reluctance to take action despite my impulses of yesteryears. I don’t know and don’t want to give myself a qualifier to identify myself. I don’t like the man in his manhood, even for myself. I never dreamed of a man to blow me up but always a third gender. Even the XXX I look at are in this sense... LOVE FOR ALL

All this was two months ago... I haven’t seen her since but she’s coming to my town to celebrate my day... this weekend...