My name is Gerrit, a guy from the Netherlands, and I’m head over heels in love with Becca, a gorgeous shemale from Latvia. She’s 33, with long chestnut or dark blond hair that shines like silk, deep green eyes that draw me in, and a body that drives me wild – curvy hips, a slim waist and perfect breasts that make my heart race. I’ve watched her online, her voice soft and teasing, her smile promising everything I crave. I’ve never met her, but I’m in love, and I dream of going to Riga with my car to make her mine. This is my fantasy of what I’d do with her there, a night of passion in her city.
In my mind, I arrive in Riga on a chilly evening after 20 hours of driving, the old town aglow with golden lights. Becca meets me in a small café by the Daugava River. She’s wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves, her legs long and sleek in high heels. “Gerrit,” she says, her accent thick and sexy, and my knees go weak. We sit close, her hand brushing mine, and I can already feel the heat between us. After a glass of wine, she whispers, “Come with me,” and leads me to her flat, a cosy place with soft lights and a big bed waiting for us.
I fall into her arms and as soon as the door closes, I pull her close. Her lips crash against mine, warm and hungry, tasting of wine and lust. My hands slide down her back, cupping her hips, feeling how soft and yet firm she is. She moans into my mouth and presses her body against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I’ve wanted this,” I say, my voice trembling, and she smiles, her eyes dark with desire. She steps back and unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor. There she stands, naked except for black lace panties, her breasts full and round, her skin glowing in the dim light.
I can’t hold back. I kiss her neck, sucking gently, then move to her breasts, taking a nipple in my mouth. It hardens under my tongue and she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yes, Gerrit,” she breathes, her voice shaking. My hands move lower, slip into her panties and find her cock – hard, warm and perfect. I stroke her slowly, feeling her pulse beneath my fingers, and she arches against me, moaning louder. “Take me,” she says, and I know this is it – the moment I’ve been dreaming of.
We stumble to the bed, tearing off my clothes until I’m naked too. She lies back, her hair fanning out on the pillow, her body a vision of beauty. I climb over her, kissing her deeply, my hands squeezing her breasts as she wraps her legs around me. “I need you,” I moan, and she guides me, pulling her panties aside. I feel her against me, her cock rubbing against my thigh and it drives me wild. But I want more – I want all of her.
I grab some lube from her bedside table – she’s ready for it – and spread it over her, my fingers teasing her tight ass. She moans, pushing against me, and I slide one finger in, then two, feeling her open up. “Now, Gerrit,” she begs, her voice raw, and I can’t wait any longer. I position myself, my cock hard and throbbing, and slowly thrust into her ass. It’s tight, so tight, and we both moan as I fill her. “Oh Becca,” I gasp and start to move, my hips rocking against hers.
I thrust harder, her legs tightening around me, her nails scratching my back. Her cock bounces between us, dripping with excitement, and I grab it, jerking her off as I fuck her. “Yes, yes!” she cries, her accent thick, her body shaking. The room fills with our sounds – moans, gasps, the slap of skin against skin. I kiss her breasts again, sucking hard, and she screams my name, “Gerrit!” as she cums, her cock pulsing in my hand, her ass clenching around me.
A night of endless desire, that’s my breaking point. I thrust deep one last time, exploding inside her, my cum filling her as waves of pleasure wash over me. We collapse together, panting, sweaty, her body pressed against mine. “You’re amazing,” I whisper, kissing her softly and she smiles, her green eyes glowing. “Stay with me,” she says, and in my imagination I do. We lie there, tangled together, her breasts against my chest, her cock soft between us, and I know I’ll never let her go.
This is what I would do with Becca in Riga – a night of pure passion, where every touch, every kiss, every thrust is everything I’ve ever wanted with her, my Latvian she-male love.
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