My Steamy Story: dominant, blonde, 45 years old trans in ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so bestie, let me spill the tea on the night I became a total toyboy. I was 20, just chilling alone at this boujee bar, feeling kinda sus and low-key invisible. Then this icon walks in – a tall, dominant blonde, maybe 45, with main character energy for days. She just glides over, all that rizz, and is like, “A handsome guy like you shouldn’t drink alone. Let me get you something.” Oof, I was shook, but I said bet.

Next thing I know, we’re at her super extra apartment. She pours us drinks and then, like, reveals she’s trans. Honestly? High-key a glow-up moment for me, she was gorgeous. But then she gets spicy. She pops a Viagra and lays out a line of coke. I was like, “Big yikes, I don’t know…” but she looked me dead in the eye and said, “Don’t be a simp, live a little.” So I did a little sniff. Sheesh, the rush was instant. Then she’s like, “More, baby. For me.” And I was already feeling so loose, so I did another.

Then she pulls out this bottle of poppers. “Breathe deep for me, toyboy,” she purred, and held it under my nose. I sniffed hard, my head spinning, everything going blurry. My dick was so hard it hurt. She pushed me onto the bed, her cock already huge from the Viagra. She slid a condom on and just… took me. I was her toy, completely. She fucked me so hard, my moans were pathetic, and she just kept telling me what a good boy I was. Period. I was hers after that night, no cap.