That’s so damn sexy? We all have them and most aren’t bad – but they are oh so tasty. I am lucky enough to have my fabulous and very sexy friend, Julez Morbius on my blog today with his soon to be hot off the presses spanking new piece and I know from reading bits and pieces this one is HOT HOT HOT. I love his writing style and this man takes and breaks some limits with his writing. I hope you enjoy and please give feedback to the man and his art.
ADDICTED TO CHARLIE
Have you ever been addicted to something to the point that you will do anything, if it means you get it?
Well that is how Julez S. Morbius’ character Karl feels. He is…Addicted To Charlie.
Addicted To Charlie is available for pre-order before it is released on June 19th
Karl, a single man, meets and begins to date Charlie, a pre-op transsexual woman. Never having been gay in his life Karl journeys through confusion and lust, experiencing the delights of transsexual sex along the way, before realizing that Charlie is the perfect woman for him.
Charlotte, or Charlie as I called her, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. We met one night while I was out clubbing, getting over my third divorce, and we have been inseparable ever since. She was everything I wanted in a woman. When we first met she had been slightly overweight, nothing too drastic, but she had insisted on slimming down for me even though I didn’t mind what she looked like. After all, my previous wives had all been – how should I say – curvaceous?
Her body was absolutely perfect. She was five feet, seven inches tall, had an incredible thirty-six C chest and an all-over tan. She had gorgeous brunette hair that draped around her shoulders, finishing halfway down her back. Her teeth sparkled when she smiled as she had never smoked or had any work done on them. Her eyes were a gorgeous green that always seemed to catch the light. Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention that between her legs, where she should have had a neatly trimmed pussy, she had a magnificent eight inch cock. You see my Charlie was a transsexual, and if anybody had ever said I would have ended up in this kind of relationship I would have laughed.
I never set out to end up in a relationship with a transsexual. I didn’t even know she was one until we had been dating for a couple of weeks, as the most we had done was kiss. It was her that insisted on sitting me down and telling me, totally out of the blue one night when we had gone out for dinner. If I am going to be honest – and that would be the best way to be – I very nearly walked out of the restaurant there and then. Let me explain how it all came about.
For no other reason than I felt like it, I secretly booked a table at the restaurant. We had been getting on so well that I felt that maybe, instead of pubs and clubs, a nice quiet meal would make something of a nice change. As we sat eating I could sense that something was not quite right.
Normally Charlie was a bright and bubbly person, always laughing and joking, yet tonight she just sat quietly. She wasn’t even eating her meal as she normally had when we were at either of our homes. She just picked and nibbled, not really making any attempt to actually finish her food. Eventually she put her cutlery down and pushed her plate away, looking at me almost apologetically.
“Is everything alright darling?” I asked her, slightly worried.
“Yes, the food’s fine but I need to tell you something Karl.” Charlie replied.
“That sounds ominous.” I responded.
“It is something big and I don’t know how you will react.” Was all she said quietly, almost nervously.
“Come on darling, nothing can be that bad, just tell me.”
“Just promise you won’t get angry and start screaming and shouting please.” She said fearfully, her voice a barely audible whisper.
“You are married aren’t you?” I asked nervously, unsure what her reply would be.
“Please Karl, just promise.” She pleaded.
“Okay, I promise baby.”
Charlie sat there showing no emotion as she started to explain about her secret, but the more she spoke the more her eyes filled with tears. I too started to get a lump in my throat as she explained how, all her life, she had been ridiculed for being different. She told me all about the bullying she went through at school when – as a male – she felt so out of place having to change with the other boys. The things she told me no animal – let alone human being – should ever have to go through. The name calling, physical assaults and – on one occasion – being very nearly sexually assaulted.
Charlie told me that she had never felt the way she did about me with anyone else. Yes, she admitted, she had slept with men and even women before, but that was just sex. She told me she had even gone through a stage where she was selling her body to all different sorts of people just to get the money for the operation she so desperately craved, not even caring about the dangers. Charlie admitted that she would have done anything just to feel like a complete woman. I sat and listened intently and never said a word until she finally ended with the words that every man loves to hear, six little words that mean so much.
“I am in love with you.”
It was then that the tears began to flow freely.
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