The day has about gotten away from me, but before I go to bed, I’ve got to get another entry made for my fellow tranny connoisseurs.
It must be asked. Does she not look like Mary Tyler Moore? And if you don’t know who that is, go watch some Nick at Night or TV Land. 😉
This morsel comes from one of our favorite sites, LadyBoy Crush.
I’m going to leave you with this much for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll give us a little bit more imagination food. But tonight, I must rest with visions of trannies dancing through my head.
Another day dawns and with it, the remnant of a crazy ass tranny dream.
I guess because I posted here right before I went to bed, I was left with a mental suggestion or something. No matter the cause, last night I dreamed I was Lou Grant. If that name means nothing, go check out the aforementioned TV Land.
So I’m Lou, as scary as that notion is, and I’m working in my office at the news station. I’m in a damned bad mood, because I’m Lou, and I’m always in a bad mood. So I call for Mary to get her bitch ass in my office chopchop on the double.
Mary sashays in and she’s looking pretty good today. Though I am careful to always mask it, I wanna bone this babe. Though I can’t say so, or those sexual harassment people will be after me. So with her I’m extra surly.
Mary’s got on these pencil slim jeans with high heels today. A look that gets my vote. She’s also got on some tank top like thing, that nicely shows the curve of her tits above her shirt. Little Lou, as I like to call my dick, immediately wakes up.
Mary asks if we can talk in private, so of course, we shut the door. Who wouldn’t want to get her behind closed doors? Much to my shock, she sits down on the desk opposite me, unbuttons her jeans, and sloooooooooooooowly unzips them, leaving her lower belly exposed.
She flicks that short hair around, and says â€œMr. Grant, I want you”.
Little Lou really wakes up then! I started to push around my desk in my chair to invite her for a lap sit, and then I stopped cold in my tracks. I wondered if this was a setup, with some feminist broad waiting outside the door to nail me with harassment charges. So I just shake my head no.
And then this crazy bitch Mary starts taking off her jeans! She’s got on these black lacy panties, and her hip curves out just so from her waist. I’m telling you, Little Lou about spit up on himself at the sight of that!
I knew it had to be a setup for sure now. So I held up my hand for her to stop, without saying a word. I gave her my sternest, grumpiest look. In answer, that wanton slut just pulled her top down so that I had a clear view of her titties! And what titties they were! All perky with stand-at-attention nipples that scream â€œsuck me, suck meâ€¿.
That was it. I knew someone was going to bust through the door any minute. So I stood up, turned around to face the wall, and in my deepest, most gruffest voice, I said â€œMary, this is an office environment, and I find your behavior inappropriate. It borders on harassment. Now, when I turn around, I want to see all your clothes back on, and we’ll pretend like this never happened.â€¿ I talked loud like, so the microphone she had to be wearing would pick it up real good.
So I give her a few moments, and ask if she is ready. She says she is, so I turn back around. And Holy Hannah, she is sitting on the edge of the desk, cupping her ripe titties in her hand, and I still wanna suck them and bite her nipples but if I do, I will be sucking tranny tits! That is right, Mary is a man! With a jutting prick to prove it.
It was about that time that I swooned into a faint. I came to to find Mary on top of me, dragging one of those pretty little nipples back and forth across my lips, saying â€œMr. Grant, Mr. Grantâ€¿. At that point I decided a lawsuit would be worth it, and I pursed my lips and gently slid one of her nipples into my mouth, opening wide to take in as much tranny tit as I could.
And then I woke up. Crazy huh?