A Special Kind of Love

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I walk down the busy street; my heart is pounding with nervousness and excitement. It is pride month, and I usually would be going to an event or a celebration, but today I had a date. I stumble and trip on my open-toed sandals. I glance down to make sure my red-nail polished pedicure is still intact.I arrive at a famous coffee shop in downtown, a little early. I look at my reflection in the window. I worked hard on my hair and makeup today. The light wind blows my hair, and I try to push it down in vain. I straighten my silk top and my denim skirt. I must admit, I look good today.I am Samantha, and I am a twenty-five-year-old male to female trans girl.  I am fluid but mainly between bisexual and pansexual. I have taken hormones in the past, but have stopped, and haven’t had any surgeries as of yet. This is information that I usually don’t share, but it is essential for the story’s context.I am here to meet a woman whom I had only talked to online. We met when she commented on one of my LUSH stories. There was an immediate connection—Sparks flew over the fiber optic cable of the internet.I have met with both men and women from the internet before, but with moderate şişli escort success. Some don’t make it past the first meeting, and many do not show up at all.I felt that this woman was different, somehow. I was comfortable with her. She was kind and sweet, but adventurous, and it was like we had known each other forever.Our conversations, in the beginning, were replete with sexual energy, but it wasn’t just your typical cyber-sex, it was something more, more profound. I couldn’t wait to chat with her online. I would get giddy when she would “ping” me in the chat window.In just over a week of chatting, almost at the same time, we both signed off with, “I love you.” It was a revelation. I had only said those three words, twice before, and both times, they were not heartfelt. They were just a thing to say, just words.I couldn’t explain why this was different, but it was. It was a feeling, an emotion, not just words. I was deeply in love with a woman that I had only chatted with online.Butterflies are pounding against my stomach walls; I take a deep breath, gathering up my courage, and enter the coffee shop. I quickly scan the area for a woman fitting her description: şişli escort bayan red hair, green eyes, and luscious red lips. My heart sinks as there isn’t anyone even close to that.She didn’t show up. I have been stood up many times before, but this cuts deep. A trans girl is a novelty, a fantasy, but when the reality of meeting one is upon them, there is fear, and they run for the hills.My shoulders collapse as the air leaves me; the butterflies turn to stones. “Samantha?” A voice comes from behind me.I spin around, and there she is! Just like the description, just like the picture she sent, but even more beautiful.My emotions go from highest of highs to the cavernous depths of despair, back to a waterfall of joy, all in a few seconds.“Hi…yes,” I stammered.I stand there dumbfounded, gazing at those beautiful green eyes. Luckily, she breaks the awkward tension when she grabs me and pulls me into a warm hug.She takes my hand and ushers me over to a secluded booth at the far end of the coffee shop.I am struck by how stunningly beautiful she is in person. I am lost in her eyes.This was Dani. She was happily married and straight. As detailed before, she mecidiyeköy escort has flowing red hair, radiant green eyes, and lips that I yearned to kiss.Why was she here meeting with this trans girl on a Saturday afternoon? It was a question that I had asked, as well.From our first contact, Dani treated me and spoke about me as a female. She was always respectful but had a great imagination and a naughty mind. Over the next three weeks, we have had many spicy chats and even more graphic emails. Dani explained that she was very open-minded toward sex and was always willing to explore fantasies, although she had never had the courage or opportunity in real life. One day, I asked if she wanted to meet me in person, and she surprisingly said yes. I am usually not that forward, but I wanted to hug this woman, feel the touch of her skin, kiss her.The barista breaks my reverie as I look down, and I see I am gently caressing Dani’s delicate hand. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it, the ease in which we chatted on the computer has transferred to our reality.For two hours and six herbal teas, Dani and I talk, joke and flirt. Then Dani leans over and tells me she has a room in a hotel around the corner. I gulp down my drink and instinctively kiss her on her red lips. This surprised us both, I back away and look at her and pause, before lunging forward and kissing her again, this time more passionately.

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