Downloaded Lust

That was the sexy signature I posted with all my stories, the erotic
invitation I issued to my readers. Usually, they'd just reply with a sexy
thank-you, and maybe share a fantasy. Occasionally, though, I would get an
email from someone who wanted to meet. They were usually men who'd
fantasized about making love to a shemale, but who'd never acted on those
desires. Unfortunately, of the few I'd agreed to meet, every single one had
stood me up.

By the time I heard from Glen, I'd pretty much given up hope of ever meeting
any of my admirers. Their letters did give me a horny thrill, but the
eventual disappointment just wasn't worth it. I explained that to Glen right
away, but he persisted in his online seduction. Finally, after nearly four
months of emailing one another, chatting, and exchanging AIDS tests -- this
is the 90s after all -- I agreed to meet him.

To my relief, our affair got off to a very promising start. Glen booked us
into a nice hotel outside of town, then sent a stretch limo to pick me up at
my apartment. Right away, I knew this was one man who wouldn't disappoint,
and the dozen pink roses I found inside the limo confirmed it.

I knew Glen would be watching when we arrived at the hotel, so I made a show
of exiting the limo. First, a pair of pink boots slipped out into the snow,
followed by a pair of white tights that hugged my sexy legs like a second
skin. My jacket was pink too, with white fur around the edges, framing the
ample swell of my breasts as I leaned out into the cold air. By the time I
looked up to reveal my blushing face, he was already poking his head outside
the lobby doors.

"Get your pretty little ass inside," he laughed, "so I can warm it up with a
few good spankings."

"Yes, Sir!" Giggling, I snatched up my purse and took my overnight bag from
the chauffeur. The unexpected bulge between my legs definitely caught his
eye, but he was too much of a professional to mention it.