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Blowing Smoke
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Blowing Smoke The toxic cloud extendss it's tendrils skyward momentarily before becoming one with the icy outdoor air. It's reach, only getting so far from the ember of a slowly burning cigarette. The auburn sky above, lit by the cities street lights bouncing off the opaque blanket of the overhead cloud coverage. Winter isn't so much a wonderland as it is a pain in the ass to shovel. Canada, eh? Inhaling deep, the smoke fills the inside of freezing lungs, followed by strained coughs against the frigid air. Looking 'cool' while choking on a cheap cigarette has it's sacrifices, bad habits are hard to break. It's too late in the evening for any healthy choices to be made. The taste of tobacco is masking the taste of whiskey and light beer, improving the below average weather. Impatiently waiting for the uncertainty of a blind date, a small town tranny fixes her hair in a parked car window. She kisses the cigarette stub one last time, then casts it aside to the snow covered pavement. Parting is bittersweet sorrow. Pacing back and forth the length of a small square on a sidewalk, her aprehension is obvious. There's places (probably) where a transexual can get a date without the cloak and dagger. This is not one of the places, not at the time of this story anyways. From the moment the personals ad was placed, to the brief exchange of emails with several people, to this moment, was nothing short of terrifying. If only life came with a training manual, if only it weren't so easy to make excuses. A small four door crushes snow and sleet beneath it's weight, breaking the silence as much as breaking the ice. It's a nice vehicle, that's reasurring to some degree. The window rolls down, the warm air condensing into fog with the colder air outisde. Electric dance music billows out of the open window, fading with the turn of a volume button. "Are you 'Wendy'?" (the voice sounds warmer than the wind blowing snow through the night) "...y-yes" "Hop in, or you'll freeze out there" "okay." (and they said not to ride with strangers) The vehicle turns onto it's course, enroute to it's destination with little hesitaion. The passenger shivers with anxiety, and shakes in what little clothing that clings to her frame beneath a thick overcoat. The smog of the exhaust pipe extends it's tendrils skyward before becoming one with the icy outdoor air, leaving a trail as it moves down the street. Do you remember your first one night stand? |
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7/20/2018 7:16 am |
Yes and I can put it in a few words. Probably does not qualify since it was over quickly and not overnight. Adult theater, move to a private room, some sucking and some fucking and over in 5 minutes when I heard the knock on the door. Take care and be safe. Ciao. Gina {=}
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