I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.nnIt all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn't be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.nnIt was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits. nnBefore long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck. nn"Come on then girl, pay up" one of them demanded.

Earth Corps Vessel Alexander. nDeep Space.nThree Years Out Of EarthnJuly 1st 2285.n0730 Hours.nnFor six months molly had waited, wanting, crying herself to sleep over the one, she let gets away, but she had asked herself, why? Every night had been the same way over this one person. what was it about this one person out of billions, thousands even hundreds she knew. What was so special about this one person? Of all the people on her ship. why this one? The kiss they shared was unusual, but amazing. Every time she walked past, she had to restrain herself since that one moment. It had haunted her. Nevertheless, she knew that a captain in the Earth Space Corps, she cannot get involved with an officer under her command, but she yearned, ached, needed that kiss once more. Was it wrong to have these feelings for an officer under her command? On the other hand, could it be the best relationship she had been in since she left the academy? No, she shook off the feelings and walked onto the command deck of her ship. An old patrol ship two years away from decommissioning by the corps.nnSlowly she walked to her station and looked around the command deck; suddenly her eyes fell on her target. Sat as always at the engineering station.

Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would never find one. He knew they preferred to be called transsexuals and not she-males as they regarded she-male as a rather derogatory term; the term "tranny" seemed to be okay with them. Getting into the sack with one was a fantasy of his. It wasn't that he didn't like women, he just liked men a lot better. Well, there were parts of women that were interesting, hence the attraction to the she-males. A she-male was pretty much the best of both worlds. The only trouble with trying to turn a fantasy into reality is that you just might like the fantasy better. But, if he didn't try it, he would never know!nnTom went out looking for one, just to see if sex with a tranny would be as much fun as he had imagined. Well, that was just the start. It took some digging to find out where they hang out. There are places that have more than others - and they can be found - if you care to look a little. That being said, Tom finally found a place where there were alleged to be a few. And, as he had guessed, the first few trips down to those bars and clubs were a bust. Oh, there were a few trannies there, but nothing to write home about. But, it was promising.

Chapter 4: Sabrina at the MallnnI know it's been a while, but it seems the world of Sabrina has been a little overwhelming and the feedback was too positive to not revisit. If you want to read the first three, you will certainly have a deeper understanding of Sabrina, the Ruthless Tease, but if not, it's not necessary to follow her on this adventure. Enjoy the wicked ways.nnThis was getting difficult to control. Sabrina had seen me.seen my lust for her, and let me swim in it, relish it, devour it. It devoured me too. From the first day when she wickedly teased me with her incredible body until I came in a flood of cum in my shorts, to today, a day that I had been dreading and longing for these last 48 hours. You see, I was now completely at her mercy, but without control over the ability to change that. I loved her and hated her all at the same time!nnThe last time I'd been near Sabrina, she had expertly teased me to the point of my pulling my cock in front of her TWICE, until I came, unable to deny how hot she makes me. You would understand if you could see her. She is just a few inches shorter than me at 5' 10" tall, with hair that is a deep dark brown, with streaks of auburn throughout. She has a six-pack tummy with the cutest piercing, and long, velvet legs that are so firm and silky that they are impossible to forget. But her tiny waist and high school girl's-size ass are in total contrast to an absolutely huge pair of sexy tits that defy logic and desire. Deep, tanned cleavage kills any self-control you may have, and the almost porcelain-smooth skin of her face begs you to feel her lips, her neck. But her absolute sex appeal is her dirty, vicious cock-teasing mind. She has an appetite for lust, seeing it consume a "victim" and watching the eventual meltdown as the total testament to her power. And I am stuck.stuck in the role of cocktease victim.