As I sat by the fire, with soft music in my head and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore I sat upon, I stared. I stared into the infinite space of his eyes. They were like orbs of cold blue fire, penetrating the very essence of my soul. He covered my hands of ice with his warm ones and my attention remained focused on the contrast of my pale colored skin swallowed up by his dark tan ones. My mind, already clouded by the red wine earlier, dizzily swarmed with an overwhelming love for those ominous eyes of steel, for him…my cross dressing transsexual transvestite power ranger.
Slowly, sensually he slid off my baggy jeans so he’d have a better view of Bob. As we neared to kiss, his beautiful warm hands brought me to an ecstasy I never knew before.
“Johnny,” the way he whispered my name brought sensual shivers running up and down my spine.
Johnny is just my nickname. My real name is Joyce. And a cross dressing, transsexual, power ranger is just a sick prank that Sean loved to say he was due to a dream that sort of made him think of things like that. Bob, oh bob was just a little name for that. I never understood it myself.
I could feel his breath coming over me, and the sound of the fire and the sound of the waves crashing set the mood. I was in for the RIDE of my life.
Yes, my name was changed to Joyce after my sex change operation in 1987. Complications ensued and Bob is the name of the giant wart located on my…uh…thingy. Sean is not a transsexual, transvestite blah, blah either, I admit it…he’s my talking parrot. Due to a freak accident, Sean lost his wings which I replaced with hands made of Spam that resembled humanoid hands. I began to stroke his green feathers as he began to peck at my ear with his beak…slowly at first, then faster and faster…”Oh Sean!” I cried orgasmically.
Just as I was at the climax, Sean did something to top it, and bring me back in a passionate and horny mood. I’ve never felt anything as sensual as bird shit sliding down my shoulder and then my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could se the beautiful milky shit shit tinged with purple (from the blueberries he’d eaten earlier). Then, Sean ruffled his handsome green feathers and rubbed against me as my orgasm mounted. Beastiality excites me beyond anything I’ve done with a person.
Afterwards, as we lay together in bed, a cigarette dangling from his sweat-glistening beak. My breathing was finally slowed down from its rapid pace. I rolled over and stared at him with passionate, lusty eyes.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before, Sean” I whispered huskily, remembering the slick feel of his shit. I reached out and stroked his feathers, but he turned from me. Standing up, he scratched himself and got his perch. I panicked as he walked to the door.
“Sean!” I cried, flinging myself at him. “Don’t leave me!”
“Some things,” he whispered in that husky voice of his, “are not meant to be. I’m poultry, you’re a homo sapien…it’d never work.”
