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Ya know, when I worked for a Phone Sex Service in College one of my “characters” was a sizzling hot shemale named Tori.  When I first started my own business I was glad to see her go.  But now I miss her oh-so-very-much.  Guys would wait in line to talk with her:  Romantics, Size Queens, Cross-Dressers, the Hard Core Subs, the Bi-curious and even one lone guy who –believe it or not — preferred Tori to have a small penis.  And they came (pun intended) in every flavor, including a physician, a couple football celebrities, attorneys (of course), business owners, and my favorites — soldier boys.  Some were single; but most were either married or in a long term relationship with a woman.  My point being that you just never ever know what secretly turns a guy on.  And sometimes not so secretly.

Even now, I do a lot of fantasies revolving around SheMales.  Mainly the guys will call either my Macho Sissy or Indecent Exposure line.  But my sweet little wanna be cocksuckers certainly do show up for a little bit of TG Phone Sex on all my lines.  And it’s so much fun when they do.

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Wedding Dress

Michael Waters

That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before—
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
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You can read this and more of Mr. Waters’ poetry in his book of poems, Darling Vulgarity

Feminine Side

by Shane Allison

I need a dress.
Something silky & soft
against my hairy legs.

I want to raid my mama’s
closet of Gucci purses
while she’s away in the mall

browsing through Sunday dresses,
sifting through skirts & sweaters,
eating egg rolls & Styrofoam plates

of fried rice. I want shoes that strap over
the ankle, lipstick to shade the mouth
that blow-dries manicured nails.

I want something sequined
& over the shoulder,
Something with the color blue in it.

I need perfume tonight.
Colors & dyes at the nape of my neck
to make the men go wild.

No kissing you’ll smear my lipstick,
make my mascara run.
I’ve got black beneath this dress.

A dick easy enough to tuck between my thighs,
There’s 4 hundred years of oppression under here.
Stereotypes in wispy eyelashes.

Sticks & stones in the hymn
Of mama’s pretty red dress.
Men want to know my beauty queen secrets

As they clinch a bitch in their fist in claustrophobic
alleyways. They long for breasts, tissues to stuff
in borrowed beige bras from wives

& girlfriends who work late at the office
in the only shoes that will go
with that mini-skirt.

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