Later that same week, I decided to go check out a lesbian bar in Hollywood. The music was abysmal, mostly alternative rock. But I started getting hit on as soon as I entered and ordered a soft drink. An Asian dyke walked up to me and asked me if I had been there before, a cliched opening gambit. I confessed that I hadn't. She was cute in a masculine sort of way. Very short hair, t-shirt, white jeans, Doc Martens, D cups, a little bit chubby, a couple of tattoos on her arms. We went through the usual cv stuff that people do when first getting to know each other. She found it interesting "that someone as small and cute as you was a heavy metal guitarist." I didn't know what to make of that. In my former days as a male, I had met female metal musicians and they were all pretty normal sized as far as being women. Maybe she expected someone who was playing in that genre to look tougher like Donita Sparks of L7? I don't know.

The girl's name was Deana. She was a little on the tough side herself, which I guess one should expect out of a dyke. Our musical taste definitely didn't jibe, though. She was more of a Riot Grrl, a genre that I thought was pretty musically useless. Nonetheless, she thought I was nice, so she asked me to go back with her to her apartment. I followed her and we got there about 15 minutes later. It wasn't actually an apartment, but a guesthouse in the rear of a main house that stood in front of it. It was pretty bare bones. Basically just a bedroom with a bathroom attached to it. Comfortable, but hardly spacious.

I was dressed in a white blouse with a black leather vest, a black leather mini skirt, ankle boots and fishnet thigh high stockings as well as bright red lipstick. Underneath were a black lacy bra and matching panties. I sat on the edge of her bed with my legs dangling together. Deana sat her body facing my left side with one leg propped under her and the other extended. She kind of nervously made small talk and I smiled a lot trying to put her at ease. My guy responses were firing off in my head. I definitely wanted to see her naked because I was something of a chubby chaser when I still had a penis. She put a pillow in her lap and bid me to lay my head in it. "About time," I thought, because I knew what the progression of events would likely be from there.

She looked down at me from above and used the back of her hand to stroke my cheeks. "You're so cute Miwa." "Thank you sweety," I acknowledged. She then bent her body slightly to reach over me and begin popping the buttons on my vest. I reached up with my rigththand and lightly ran it over her high cheekbones. She unbuttoned my blouse and then slid both hands inside my bra, manipulating my breasts to just the right degree to where it didn't hurt but it was still firm. I felt her thumb and first fingers rolling my nipples between them. "Ohhhh," I groaned, I love how that feels." She smiled and kissed me. I pulled the back of her head toward me and really hitched my lips to hers. She then had me lift my upper body slightly so she could get my bra off. I also peeled the blouse and vest off, leaving my upper body completely exposed. I slid my hands up Deana's t shirt and unhooked her bra and then felt her up. She leaned down further and I felt her lips and tongue on my nipples. Her soft lips felt a lot different from how a guy's feel on them. But it was pretty much the same when it came to how it felt when they sucked my milk ducts. I was now moaning and very wet. Deana slid out from under my head and scooted to the head of the bed. I did likewise and we were now both in full recline, which was a lot more comfortable. She insinuated her lefthand into my panties while she sucked my nipples more vigorously. "Fuck Deana, that feels so amazing."  I pulled her jeans open and explored her hairy pussy. She was really steaming, telling me she wanted to fuck me bad.

I rolled on top of her and deprived her of her t-shirt, her bra and her jeans. I removed my skirt, stockings, boots and panties. I leaned down and kissed her before my head went due south to her floppy breasts and I found her nipples. She stroked my head while I licked and fingered her milk duds. I awkwardly slid down to the end of the bed and extracted her panties and gazed at her. "Such a cute, soft body," I thought even if I didn't really care for the tattoos. I fastened my mouth on to her vulva, sucking it and flipping my tongue up and down the length of her slit. Her pubic hair was kinda coarse, but she kept it clean and so when I began bullying her clit with my tongue, I didn't smell anything foul. "Oh shit Miwa, that feels so nice," she purred. I lapped at the clit repeatedly and then put my index and middle fingers together and jammed them into her sopping twat. When she was approaching orgasm, I pulsed my suction on it and she came with a violent flexion of her hips, me desperately endeavoring to keep my lips and fingers in place.

Her eyes sparkled as she recovered her senses and helped me back toward the head of the bed. She got on top of me and deep kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth from stem to stern while her righthand played with my left breast. She retreated toward the foot of the bed and had me hand her a pillow so that I could use it to raise my hips and, with it, make my pussy easier to access. She exerted on my clit much the same treatment as I did hers, and in five minutes I was being pleasurably stabbed by the sensations Deana was eliciting out of my clit, my breathing choking again before the final surge of ecstasy. She kept at it and had me cumming time and again, her face smeared with my juices, for a while. I don't know how long it was.

We cuddled and talked. I had told her back at the club that I was bisexual and mostly into guys (at least as a woman) and so she understood that  the dalliance that night wasn't going to result in a relationship. I told her I hope I would see her again because she was still pretty cute, even with the short hair and the tattoos.

I had to get home to my dogs, anyway.

The next morning, I got online and went trolling for cock again. Another guy who worked in the general area I lived wanted to come over for a quickie bj after he was done for the day. That was fine with me. Obviously, that chatroom was being frequented mostly by married guys who were feeling a little unsatisfied with their wives and so they didn't have enough of a time window for a full on fuck.

I decided it would be a nice day to visit the beach for a few hours before the above visitor was going to come over. I lived about 15 minutes from it, a short hop. I put on a white bikini with g string style bottoms. The bikini top pushed my boobs up very nicely and made a nice cleavage. I wore a pair of blue jeans over them so I would have something to put my wallet in (didn't want to take a purse) and I had my car keys on a ring that I could put around my wrist.

I pulled into the parking lot, put enough money in the meter for two hours and took my jeans off and tossed them into the trunk. I brought some sun block with me and now here is why it is good being a girl as opposed to being a guy: I walked down the strand looking for groups of guys just hanging out in the rental houses that lined the front of the sand. About 100 feet later, I walked up to this one well tanned, buff but not ridiculously muscle bound guy and told him that I had just arrived at the beach but didn't have anyone available to put the lotion on my back. Making goo goo eyes at him, I asked him if he would do it for me. Without hesitation, he said yes and I felt him rubbing the sun block on to my back. "God baby," I said, "your hands feel really good on me." He didn't really say anything and I think he was a little flustered. When he was done, I turned to him and hugged him and then kissed him. "Thanks sweety!" I chirped. Then I drizzled more of the lotion down the front of my body and rubbed it in while still standing near him, including reaching into my top and applying some to my tits. I looked at his dick real quick and I could see the outline of his hard on against his shorts.

I walked across the sand almost to the shoreline, where I put my towel down and, after oiling up my legs, watched the hot guys and chicks stroll by or swim. I noticed a lot of guys staring at me, even though my skin lacked any kind of tan, and I would smile back at them, but none of them apparently had the guts to come over to me. "God, guys are such pussies these days," I said to myself. I got up and walked down the waterline to the pier and back and, again, lots of guys staring but no action. Because I have the attention span of a hummingbird, I was getting bored now, so I left after only a little over an hour. Probably just as well. I didn't want to end up with an egregious sunburn.

When I got home, I didn't feel like changing. I also thought it would be fun to do a couple of You Tube videos playing guitar in the bikini. So that's what I did, performing a pair of old Aerosmith tunes. They're still the most popular vids I've done *lol.

Around 5:30, the guy who wanted the bj knocked on my door. I let him in. He liked my bikini, doing a little bit of the old "talk to her chest" routine. Again, as a former guy, I understand why men do that and I personally don't care, but women really get offended by that and yet guys still do it anyway. Amazing.

Anyway, he unhooked the front of his pants and pushed his briefs down. He was probably in his early 30's, average height, maybe 160 pounds or so. His dick was still limp, so I circled my tongue around the circumference of it and he began to grow right away. I put it in my mouth and gently bobbed my head up and down, enjoying the sensation of it thickening and lengthening on my tongue. When he was at full extension, he was a little over six inches, probably. I took it out of my mouth, pulled the cock up and sucked and licked his balls, causing him to let out a loud moan. Then I trailed my tongue on the underside of his shaft to the head, where I stroked it for a minute before I allowed it to sink between my lips and slide into my throat, where he choked out an "oh shittttt" as my throat muscles brought pressure on it. Bit by bit, I increased the rapidity of my lips running the length of his shaft while I also played with his balls and he soon fired several cummy blasts into my mouth, and, as I always do, I showed him his semen on my tongue and then swallowed it.

"Fuck, that was a hell of a blowjob," he said. "I'm glad you liked it, baby" I retorted. "Can I fuck you sometime, too?" he anted up. "Mmmm, that might be fun," I teased. "Great," he replied, with a grin. "Making time for it will be kind of a bear, but my God, you're hot. I love Asian girls." That's good," I answered rather non-committally, giving him an opening to continue the conversation. "Well, I better go. Hope to see you soon, Miwa." "Bye honey."

I went back upstairs and got on my computer again, only not to participate in a chat room, but to get on Second Life. I run hot and cold on SL. It can be addictive if you can find enough stuff to do on it, but a lot of the time, most of it is just vacant plus the operating platform is rather clunky and prone to all kinds of frustrating buzzkilling breakdowns. I have played on SL as both a male and a female, finding it much easier to meet people as the latter, obviously, because the overwhelming number of SL users are male geeks and if my experience is any indicator, most of them are in their 30's or older and overwhelmingly college educated.

There was this one particular guy who I had hit it off with well and I decided to try to reconnect with him even though I hadn't been on SL in months now that I really was a girl. I sent him an IM to ask him how he was doing. I also apologized for not being on for so long. We spent the next couple of hours catching up just on the IM and then I teleported over to him, where we had virtual sex. When we finished, complete with my avatar having cum smeared on her thighs and pussy, I told him that I had thought about him quite a bit during the time I was away from SL and asked him if he wanted to see my real life picture. Of course he said yes, so I sent it to him. "OMG, you are really hot!" he exclaimed. "Maybe I need to make a business trip out to the west coast, soon," he said. "Well, if you do," I typed, "let me know and you can stay with me." He was surprised since I had fended his desire for a real life meeting off before because, well, I was a guy masquerading as a chick then. "Really? Do you mean that?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah, my curiosity is kinda getting the best of me," I wrote.

Fortunately, a couple of months later, his company needed someone to fly out to L.A. to negotiate on some kind of business deal (I didn't ask what it was and I didn't really care), so my SL friend volunteered. I told him my real (new) name and that I would be wearing a white blouse, white skirt, blue vest, white thigh high stockings and white heels in the luggage pickup area of LAX. He sent me a picture of himself. He had a beard, which I didn't like, so I had him shave it off. Sorry, I just don't like facial hair.

The day of his arrival came and I drove up to the airport and waited in the terminal for him. He recognized me right away, thankfully. "Miwa?" "Rex?" I countered. "Hi babe. It's nice to finally meet you! "I hugged him and then let him kiss me. As I was pulling away, I whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties (giggle)." "Oh really/" he leered. I giggled again and then took his arm and we headed to the parking lot. I told him to just toss his luggage into the backseat. While he was doing that, I got into the driver's seat and then brought my knees up to my chest and turned toward the passenger's side and pulled my skirt up to my hips. When he got in, he got an eyeful of my bare snatch. He froze for a second to make sure he was seeing what he was indeed eyeballing, which made me giggle again. "Wow, that is a nice pussy you have there," he puckishly noted. "Thank you," I giggled. I pulled my skirt down and then drove us to my house, holding his hand and chit chatting along the way.

When we arrived, my dogs jumped all over him and so I waited while they got used to him and he gave them the attention they wanted. I took him upstairs and asked him if he was tired. He did, after all, have to get up pretty early to get ready to make his flight out from Chicago. But he said he was good and I put my arms around his neck and we kissed for a few minutes. I backed away from him and slowly took off my vest and then my blouse while he watched intently. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He has a bigtime stockings fetish and I could see the lust in his eyes when he stared at my legs. I brought the girls out and then he stripped and we jumped into bed.

He was on me like a bad suit and handled me rather roughly, which I loved. I played with his cock and then began sucking him. "Oh yeah, bitch, suck that cock. Fuck, that feels good," he growled. He knew I loved being denigrated when I had sex and now his aggressive side was coming out. I sucked and licked his balls and then put his dick back in my mouth and milked him with my lips and tongue until he detonated in my mouth, feeding me a yummy load.

Since I knew about his stockings fetish, I decided to sit on his face, the leggings on either side of his head. He ran his hands up and down my legs to enjoy the texture of the fabric as his mouth and tongue licked and sucked my clit. I ground my vulva into his face while he moaned and pushed me toward an orgasm. Finally, I felt the heat breaking in my clit and I shuddered and began to cum, dousing his face with my wetness and him eagerly lapping it up.

He pushed me off of him and on to my back and, after taking a couple minutes to survey my stocking covered legs again, he dove into my muff, eventually bringing me off a couple more times orally.

I thought it would take longer, but he was hard again and pushed my legs up over his shoulders and stuck his cock inside me. "Have you been waiting for this cock bitch/" "Oh yeah baby, Give it to me good!" I implored and that is what he did. frantically savaging my hungry twat. "Fuck, you're such a slut," he accused, continuing to pump it into me. "God yes baby, ram it in deep," I cried. "Don't worry about that my little Asian whore," the sound of his pubic bone crashing into my ass loudly resounding in my bedroom. We continued this way for the next half hour, me cumming god only knows how many times before he spurted his man milk into me.

But he wasn't done. He then went down on me and began licking his cum out of my pussy. This was another of his fetishes and he spent about 15 minutes doing it. After that, we laid in bed and watched tv and then I made him dinner. "Jesus Miwa, you're an amazing cook," he praised. "Thanks baby, I'm glad you like it." "This business trip is so much more enjoyable than the last time I was down here. The guy I was sent with and I didn't really like each other and so it was a pretty miserable experience." "Well, sweety, welcome to L.A.," I giggled.