Slyc's Boingin' Bingo!

[slyc_willie]

Alright, Stella baby, set me up!

 

[Stella_Omega]

Comin atcha

 

[slyc_willie]

You're not really going to tell me those results were entirely random, are you?

Belly fetish?

Hmm . . . may actually have a story for that one . . .

 

[slyc_willie]

#1: Crossdressing

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The Switch​

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"You lost the bet," she had reminded me, and now, standing before the mirror in my apartment, I felt like an idiot. Granted, I had always possessed a rather slim figure for a man, and the black mini-dress didn't look bad at all on me. But the fact that I was wearing it left me more than a tad admonished.

I had always gone both ways, but never had I considered cross-dressing. I preferred tight jeans and shirts that showed off my masculine assets; when it came down to it, I was more top than bottom. Still, I had to admit I made for a convincing woman. With the long red wig and some artful application of makeup -- thanks to three years as a drama student -- I was willing to bet that most men in a dark nightclub wouldn't suspect the truth.

That fact was a source of both consternation and amusement.

Thankfully, Angie was a tall girl with feet about my size, so her platform boots fit me rather well. I knew how to walk in such boots thanks to my role in Pirates of Penzance, so all I needed was a little swish to the hips, and voila! One sexy crossdresser.

"Oh my God, you look fantastic!" Angie exclaimed when I welcomed her at my door. Her eyes showed amazement as she took me in, walking in a circle around me. "Jeez, I never noticed how sexy your legs are!"

I rolled my eyes. "Can we go now?"

Every streetlight we passed on our way to the club made me more and more anxious. The club we were going to was pretty popular among our crowd, so doubtless, there would be people we knew. Anxiety dug like a badger in my stomach to the point where I felt like I was about to throw up the moment we walked through the door of the noisy place.

"Evening, ladies," drawled the hulking bouncer as he let us in. the way his eyes roamed over me, lingering on my ass, made me feel both sexy and mischievous.

"He thinks I'm a woman," I whispered, giggling, to Angie as we headed to the bar.

She laughed back. "Told you it would work," she said. "Trust me, I know how guys are. And I knew you could pull it off. Now, come on, let's dance!"

We lit up the dance floor like some strange lesbian version of Flashdance, to the point where people were applauding. Hey, you can't be a gay or even bisexual man and not be able to dance. That's one of the cosmic laws, you know. No one seemed to suspect that I was actually a man; they assumed Angie and I were either lipstick lesbians or bi chicks as we commanded the floor. Angie and I had never really fooled around before, aside from some drunken kissing and light groping. She had the most amazing pair of perfectly round breasts I had always wondered about; given her skinny frame, they were probably fake, but were gorgeous anyway.

Guys approached us both, either together or seperately, and while a few of them were pretty hot, I was reluctant to accept their advances. After all, they thought I was a woman. Even if they went both ways, I felt like I was like a bait-and-switch billboard. Still, I didn't turn down the free drinks.

"Hey, who's your friend, Angie?" asked a mutual friend of ours, Thomas. He was a hunk, and I had fantasized about him many times. But he remained steadfastedly straight. At the moment, however, he was eating me up with his eyes.

"Max," I said in my best feminine voice, which wasn't too difficult to fake, since I had always been a soprano. I instantly chided myself for giving my real name, but covered it up quickly. "Er, Maxine."

"Very nice," Thomas said in that penetrating, hungry way I had seen him give dozens of girls. If I'd had a pussy, I would have been wet. As it was, I was glad for the confining panties which kept my growing erection from being revealed. "Let's make some moves of our own," he continued, leading me to the dance floor.

Jeez, talk about a line! But it worked, I have to admit. I was almost swooning, feeling even more like a woman as Thomas led me to the glossy tile. Strobe lights flickered over us both as Thomas held me like a delicate doll. I can't remember the music now; it was something slow, that's all I can recall. We danced and twirled, and I put on a show for my hunk, making women jealous and men salivate.

Then, suddenly, Angie was there, sensuous, sexy, beautiful Angie, cutting in without a word. I melted against her easily, not the least bit reticent about grinding against her. After all, she knew what I really was. It dawned on me, then, that my longtime friend Angie, who had stood by me through a dozen heartaches and more, was more perfectly suited for me than any man or woman I had ever known.

I forgot all about hunky Thomas as I kissed my dear Angie, sucking her lips and tongue right there on the dance floor. Guys hollered as if they had been waiting for it, but poor Thomas just sulked away, realizing he had been upstaged.

"Ready to go now, sexy?" Angie breathed on my face, tickling my neck with those long nails of hers.

I felt lightheaded, but not from alcohol. "Hell, yes," I responded, giving her another yearning kiss. Never I wanted a woman as much as I did at that moment.

We left the club hand-in-hand, giggling and holding hands like schoolgirls as we made our way across the parking lot to Angie's car. We stopped a few times to make out like horny sluts, and Angie didn't protest in the least when I groped her perfect tits through the sheer dress she wore. Neither did I mind when she cupped my balls through the dress to give them a playful squeeze.

Once inside her car, we didn't waste a moment. The windows of her SUV were tinted, and even if they weren't, I doubt either of us would have cared. Angie hissed when I jerked her top down, exposing those fine breasts, and cooed when I squeezed, kissed, and sucked them. Her hand slid under the hem of my dress, griping my engorged cock.

"I wanna fuck you, Max," she panted in my ear. "I've always wanted to fuck you."

"I wish I hadn't been so stupid," I muttered, sliding my questing lips down her abdomen. Unashamedly, Angie lifted her hips, letting me pull the dress down her sexy hips, exposing the slim, stiff shaft of a very excited cock.

A cock?

"What's wrong?" Angie asked as I paused. She looked down into my confused and startled eyes. "You didn't know?"

I blinked, thinking for a moment. Didn't I?

-finis-

 

[Stella_Omega]

That's a fuckin' awesome beginning! *fans self*

(yes, the cards are as random as I can make 'em be-- I have a script that turns them into jpgs without my looking at them much, and then I post them in numerical order)

 

[slyc_willie]

That's a fuckin' awesome beginning! *fans self*

What can I say? You were my inspiration . . . in a way

 

[slyc_willie]

#2: Dirty Talk

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Just Words​

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"You like that, baby?"

"Mmm. Feels nice."

"I love stroking your cock. It's so thick and warm."

"I'm not complaining."

"Mmm, I love kissing it, too . . . and licking it . . . like this . . . ."

"Oh, yes, baby. Don't stop."

"Can you feel my breath on the head of your cock, baby?"

". . . uh-huh . . . ."

"Ooo, look at that pre-cum. Mmm."

"Oh-h, yes . . ."

"Getting close, baby?"

"Yes. Don't stop."

"Faster?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, yeah, baby, come for me!"

". . . so close . . . ."

"Uh-huh . . . that's it . . . mmm . . . ."

"Oh, God, suck it, baby!"

"Yeah? Wanna come in my mouth?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Oh, baby, come on, come on . . . give it to me!"

"Oh, shit--"

"Now, baby?"

"--Now!"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Oh . . . F-f-fuck!"

"Hm-hm-hmm . . . mmm."

"God! Uhn! B-baby! Shit!"

"Mmm . . . ."

"Oh . . . oh . . . God damn . . . ."

"Ah! Yummy, baby . . . oops, there's a little left--"

"Hsst! S-sensitive!"

"Hehe, I know."

"Oh, damn, baby, you're incredible."

"Hmm . . . I know."

-finis-