It has been a few weeks since Emmy had her way with me at her house. We have a peculiar relationship. We are like the best of friends when out having a drink, as we are now, and then when it comes to sex it is like she turns into a whole other woman and just becomes this wild volcano, erupting lava flow after lava flow of controlling sexual domination. There is no stopping it when you are caught in its path and yet I can't help but to stand at the bottom of that mountain and gaze up adoringly at the heaving summit smoking away passionately, aware that at any moment it may bubble over into another scorching hot landslide that will burn my ass.
We are talking about the last meeting at her house. We don't normally stray into talking about Emmy's alternative sexual life but since she started to include me in this brave new world we can't help but to wander off the beaten track. She asks me about my sexual preferences and why I can't see the contradictions in what I like. I have been wearing stockings and lace panties for a while now to satisfy my sexual desires and have fantasised for years about being fucked in the ass by a strapon wielding lady. Not finding anyone to take up the challenge I bought my own toys and started experimenting with my own anal liberation. The internet and its wonderful infinite possibilities lead on to a further and more intense fantasy to be fucked by a transsexual. Once again I had been unlucky in love with that search. However, I had been lucky enough to get fucked by Emmy and her strapon at her 'surprise party' she organised for me a few weeks back which she had even encouraged me to suck my cum off of.
It was this part in particular we were hung up in conversation about. You see, I had been infatuated about sucking my own cum off of a ladies strapon. I had dreams about sucking the cocks of beautiful transsexuals too. Even convincing crossdressers entered my mind. But that was what Emmy couldn't understand. I wanted to suck cock so badly but it had to be attached to a feminine figure. Emmy argued that it didn't matter what the cock was attached to and that I just couldn't get over the stigma of being labelled 'gay' for having such a fantasy.
"Emmy, look, I get it and I am not concerned with being given any sort of label. I really don't care what other people think my sexual orientation is, I have a strong desire for the feminine look but it's just that I want it to come with a cock," I say finishing my drink and gesturing to Emmy for another.
"Yes please, Humph," she says pointing at her glass. She gives me a look of deep thought through squinted eyes. A look I have seen a few times before and it usually means hugely kinky and dirty thoughts are whirring away in that beautiful mind of hers.
I get the drinks and return to the table. Emmy has a smug grin on her face and she says,
"Humph, I have an idea."
I look back at her with a knowing smile and ask her to "go on."
"I have a friend building me something for a party we have planned next month. I think you would be the perfect person to give it a dry run for me. It should be ready in a couple of weeks. If you are game for it I think you'll love it," she says enticingly.
"Building you something!" I proclaim, "Emmy, you have let me know a bit more than that."
"Humph, have I ever let you down? Come on, I think I can get you to fulfill at least one more of those fantasies of yours, if I can get hold of everyone," she says suggestively.
I nearly spill my drink down my chin, "Everyone! Emmy, I, I don't know," I stammer.
"Oh stop pretending to be shy. You were pressed against my patio window licking your own cum whilst I fucked your ass with a strapon in front of a crowd of people only a few weeks ago. You seemed to enjoy that," Emmy replies wryly.
"I'm not being shy, it's just that you're being aloof," I say, "Give me more details."
"Come on, I know you better than that. You love surprises. This will be one to remember," Emmy says knowingly.
"All right, all right. Sounds fun," I say blankly. I thought the last encounter was 'one to remember' goodness knows what games she has planned this time. I trust her wholeheartedly though and know she won't have me doing anything I wouldn't enjoy. It is for that reason I put my trust in this woman.
"Good!" Emmy says, raising her glass to mine, "I will get in touch when I have it all arranged," she continues as she leans forward and kisses me long and hard on the lips. She always gets close like this when she has something naughty planned for me. It is like I am her sexual play-toy for her to experiment with. Like a teddy bear she can abuse in the garden, role playing games in the dirty mud one minute only to go and wash it all off in a bath and cuddle up to it at night innocently the next.
Ten days go by and I have only briefly spoken with Emmy on the phone twice and had a few text message exchanges but never once have I brought up her 'games night'. But today, Saturday morning, I get a text,
"Humph, get yourself clean inside and out. Put your best stockings on and those lace panties you love and get your sexy ass around to my house for 7pm."