I approach the bed cautiously. I can tell you still want me and I definitely desire you. How can that be so? You're not en femme, but still, I am transfixed by your waving appendage. I take my place at your side and our lips meet in an old familiar embrace. We kiss long and passionately.
"Wow! I exclaim," I've never kissed a man before," I pant.
"Of course you have, silly, you've been kissing one all weekend," is your breathless reply.
My mind races to make sense of the situation. You are still you, I reason, no matter what you're wearing. I, too, am the same compassionate, caring human being, wig or no wig. The clothes and makeup are secondary. It is our souls that are entwined regardless of our outward appearance. All rational thought flies out the window as you reach for my hardening cock.
"What's your fancy this morning, Monique?" you softly whisper as you climb on top of me. Our groins grind together as I ponder your question.
"I don't know, Jenny, what haven't we tried?"
"How about my favorite number?" you softly croon.
"What would that be?" I ask genuinely intrigued.
"69," you respond as you twirl around.
Your lovely cock is now positioned inches from my hungry mouth and I look at it and lick my lips. I feel your soft tongue caressing my own knob, and am consumed with desire. I take your stiff member into my mouth and lick it like a lollipop. I am rewarded with a sweet drop of precum which I take hungrily onto my tongue. I feel you begin to pump my hard cock with your mouth, and I reciprocate, doing the same to you.
Once again we establish a steady rhythm, sucking and licking each other passionately. Once again I lose all track of time as our impassioned dance consumes my consciousness. One final time I begin to feel my building orgasm as your lips engulf my rod.
No words need to be spoken as we each sense the upcoming eruption. Your first shots of cum fill my mouth as I spurt upwards onto your waiting tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure course through our bodies and we roll onto our sides, still locked cock to mouth. I never want to release you as I tenderly lick you clean.
We lay entwined for what seems like an eternity. Slowly, almost painfully our embrace ends and we sit up facing each other. "So, Monique, are you any closer to your answer?" You ask dreamily.