As a ladyboy, it's not always easy to find a good partner. When I first arrived in Belgium, I met Marc. Everything went well, and we spent a lot of time in bed getting to know each other. But he did some things I didn't like, and I left him. At first, flirting here and there, making dates on Adult Fun Finder was quite fun, but as a very active ladyboy, most of the men I meet find it amusing the first night but want to turn me into a passive partner. But I'm dominant in bed, and I like it.
I'd grown a little tired of all these adventures, and it had been about two months since I'd had sex. At night, I dreamed of sex; I craved a mouth filled with my sperm, a tight man's ass to cum in, a tongue playing with my balls, and a good mouth sucking them. But I also longed to fall asleep in the arms of a man I had feelings for after a night of intense sex. Sometimes I remembered Marc and our passionate nights. He was always ready to swallow my cock when it was fully erect until I came deep in his throat. His tight ass was always ready to spread open to receive my thrusts until I came inside him, and the nights would end in each other's arms. But I hadn't heard from him for almost two months; I must say that I had been very mean with my words when he was unhappy about not being with me anymore.

On February 14, 2026, at 9:00 AM, the doorbell rang. A rather cute young delivery man in his twenties delivered a bouquet of roses. I was still half asleep in my nightgown. The delivery man looked at me strangely. I noticed a large bulge in my nightgown, right in the crotch area. I felt very uncomfortable. I took the bouquet and closed the door, thinking to myself that I could have easily made it into lunch. The doorbell rang again. It was the delivery man again. He told me I needed to sign the receipt. I went to get a pen from the kitchen table. Luckily, he followed me to the front door. He showed me where I needed to sign the receipt. I felt his right hand slide behind me onto my buttocks. I didn't push him away. Desires surged through my entire body. His hand slipped under my long T-shirt, which was just a nightgown, sliding over my buttocks and then across my front. His hand was cold. He comes and locks my balls, I let him do it, his other hand also slides under my T-shirt and comes to caress my breasts, I really appreciate this moment, it excites me a lot.

His right hand released my balls and grasped my hard cock, throbbing with excitement. He stroked it, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his penis, which I caressed. It was much smaller than mine, but feeling it warm in my hand gave me pleasure. Maybe I was about to have a good time, but suddenly I saw him tense up and a spurt of semen shot onto my t-shirt, just as I was starting to feel good. He quickly zipped up his jeans, grabbed his toilet paper, and left. There I was, all alone, aroused, with my t-shirt covered in semen.

Damn, what an idiot! Whose bouquet of flowers is that from? Wow, it's from Marc, how sweet! A little card, he's inviting me to spend Valentine's Day with him at a sushi restaurant in Bruges. He's so sweet, it's one of the first restaurants he showed me when I arrived in Belgium, how could I refuse? I call him, "Hello, hi, how are you? Thank you for the roses, it means a lot to me. Is tonight okay? Okay, pick me up around 5 pm?"

I'm so happy Marc invited me for Valentine's Day. I can't help but think about all the good times we've had together, his mouth kissing me, sucking my cock whenever I wanted, how well he knew how to lick my balls, how he loved feeling my cock going in and out of his tight ass until I came deep inside him. I spent all day getting ready and I brought a sexy, erotic lingerie set with latex straps. I think my dick was hard all day thinking about how Marc was going to take care of it. My balls ached so much, they were so full, just waiting to empty themselves in Marc's mouth or deep inside his ass. This throbbing pain was almost unbearable, but I didn't want to masturbate so I could keep the intensity of my desires for tonight with Marc.

At 5 PM, Marc picks me up. I'm so happy to see him on the drive to Bruges. We chat about the last few months we've spent apart. He tells me about the few nights of sex he's shared with transsexual prostitutes, and I tell him about my own adventures with my neighbor's grandson and some guys I met online. We laugh about it, and he admits he hasn't had as much pleasure as when my cock penetrated him until he came. I confess I've had some really hot nights pounding his tight ass. My balls are so swollen they hurt. I'd love to skip the sushi and go straight to a hotel room with Marc, feeling his mouth take my hard cock and drain my balls.

But we arrive at the hotel restaurant, and Marc goes to the reception desk to

We booked a room, room 69, just like at the beginning of our relationship when we had spent a passionate night in that room. We went into the room to drop off our small luggage. Marc handed me a small gift box, which I opened. There was a ring with a diamond, my first diamond—how could I refuse it? I felt tears of joy streaming down my face. I brought my lips close to Marc's, and we kissed. I was so overcome with emotion, and I felt my sexual desires growing stronger and stronger. Marc took my hand to go to the hotel restaurant and find the unreserved seats.

We order sushi, reminiscing about good times we've shared, but I can't stop thinking about his mouth sucking on my penis, his tongue sliding over my balls, my cock penetrating his anus. I eat a few pieces of sushi, but I'm not hungry anymore. He asks if I'm okay, and I tell him that all I want now is to be in the bedroom with him and fill all his holes with my throbbing cock. He gets up, goes to the reception desk, pays for the meal, and then comes back to get me to go to the bedroom. We quicken our pace, he is as impatient as I am, we meet in the bedroom, he kisses me, I have never loved feeling his tongue slide against mine so much, I stop the kiss to go change in the bathroom, I put on my sexy outfit, I come back to the bedroom, we kiss, his hand slides directly towards the bulge in my thong and starts to knead my balls swollen with sperm and my cock stiff with excitement.
I then pull him towards the bed, I sit on the edge of the bed, he kneels in front of me, kisses the tip of my glans, then he moves his mouth down towards my balls, his tongue makes a rotating, sliding motion on the outside of my balls, it's so good, I love it, his tongue goes down to my opening and tickles my anus, then his mouth firmly encloses my hard cock all the way to the back of his throat, he then begins a moment of back and forth, his lips on the entire length of my swollen cock,

I try to think of something else so I don't come too quickly in her mouth, how could I have gone without her hungry mouth for all these months. His right hand is kneading my balls, it's too intense, I'm afraid I'm going to come, I push him away, but he pulls me onto the bed and we get into a 69 position with him on top. As he starts giving me so much pleasure again by sucking my incredibly sensitive cock, I do the same to him. His cock goes in and out of my mouth, but I look at his anus and slide my finger to its entrance. He's already wet with excitement. I push my finger in; he's almost sucked in, he's so aroused. After a few penetrations of my finger in his ass, Marc moans and keeps repeating that he wants to feel my cock inside him. I don't need to be asked twice. I get out of position, he lies on his back, I position myself between his legs, and gently I present my swollen cock to the entrance of his anus. I gently push the tip of my glans in, spreading the muscles of his wet anus. I push again, and my cock slides between his buttocks.

As I move back and forth between his buttocks, Marc keeps telling me how good it feels, but I'm already in another world, a world of pleasure. Every sensation is amplified; I've lost control of my body, I'm nothing but a fucking machine. My penis against the walls of his anus gives me so much pleasure that I feel I'm about to come, and I'm unable to control it. I let myself go, heading towards an orgasm that overwhelms me. I tell Marc I'm about to come, but he too is overcome by an orgasm he can no longer control. I feel his sperm spurt from his cock and land on my stomach and breasts. It's too much; I can't hold back, and I feel powerful jets of my sperm erupt from my penis deep between his buttocks. Numerous jets flood his anus, and my sperm trickles between his cheeks. I kiss him to thank him for this powerful orgasm that I had so desperately missed.

We lay pressed against each other for quite a while, then I felt my penis completely covered in semen. I whispered in his ear that I was going to the bathroom to rinse it off. He asked me to let him. He bent down between my legs, spread them apart, and his tongue slid over my now-soft penis. He took my half-empty balls into his mouth and licked them, continuing to run his tongue down my eye and then, with the tip of his tongue, penetrated my anus. Then his mouth moved up and took my penis deep into his throat. It was pure bliss; my penis began to swell and harden under the thrusts of his hungry mouth.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, the movement is pure bliss on my cock. I know I could let go without having to pull out. I don't let go completely, I watch his mouth engulf my penis and then pull it out. I feel I'm about to come. He looks me in the eyes, he understands I'm ready to come. I feel his right index finger slide between my buttocks, entering my anus. I know I can't resist this pleasure. With my right hand, I push his head towards my penis as another orgasm sends me through. I feel my balls eject my hot semen into his mouth. It feels so good. His lips close around my cock, not letting out a single drop of my ejaculation. Five or six jets of my hot sperm hit his throat. He looks me in the eyes and swallows without spilling a drop.

"I really love the taste of your sperm, I missed it so much, I was really protein-starved." I really wonder why I left him, he knows my every desire and he likes it, we complement each other so well, I kiss him, I lie down next to him and we fall asleep.

Two or three hours later, I wake up because I'm thirsty, hotel rooms are often very dry, I go to get a drink of water and I come back to bed I lie down next to him, just feeling his skin against me makes my penis feel hard, I look at his buttocks, they are still partly glistening with my sperm, I press my penis against his buttocks and lie down next to him, I'm afraid of waking him but I start to feel the strong desire again, he moves a little and pushes his pelvis towards my penis, I understand that he wants it too, I point the tip of my glans at the entrance of his buttocks and with a thrust of my hips, I see my penis disappear between his buttocks, it's so good, his pelvis moves to initiate the movement, I hold him very tightly against me and penetrate him until my balls are pressed against the entrance of his buttocks.

We are both wide awake, I see his eyes sparkling with pleasure, I really want some hard sex, I turn him onto his back, push my penis between his buttocks, pinch his nipples and give him hard thrusts, our mutual excitement intensifies, we change positions several times, my limbs are getting tired after a good hour of intense sex, I am ready to come inside him, he looks at me and begs me to come deep inside him, I feel an enormous heat invade me and I give myself over to a new orgasm that makes my whole body tremble. I had forgotten how incredibly pleasurable a night of sex could be. I lie down next to him, kiss him, my hand glides over his body, and I realize he's hard. He still is, and his hand caresses his cock. I want to relieve him to thank him. I caress his penis with my right hand, but then, without hesitation, I slide my hand onto his balls, glistening with my sperm that's dripping between his legs. I feel my own sperm in my right hand, and perverse desires cross my mind. I want to taste my own sperm. I lean towards his penis and, with a flick of my tongue, I clean his balls, and he asks me to suck him. My lips part, and I take his cock into my mouth. I had forgotten how good and exciting it felt. He guides his hand to the entrance of his anus. I know he likes it when I finger him. The index finger of my right hand inserts it into his dilated anus, overflowing with my still-warm sperm. I find it arousing.

I insert a second finger, wiggling it to give him pleasure. He's on the verge of ecstasy and begs for more. I push in a third, his dilated anus absorbing them easily. I push my arm in further because he wants it, my whole hand entering his orifice flooded with my sperm. Marc tenses, his sperm spurts into my mouth. I hold it between my cheeks and move towards his face to kiss him. I slide all the milk from my mouth into his. He looks at me, smiling, swallowing his own nectar. Our complicity, our shared desires, and you came back. I asked him if he wanted me to come back and live with him, and he replied that he'd been waiting for that. We fell asleep against each other, and in the morning I was treated to the best blowjob of the past few months.