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Long Distance Cr*!gslist CharityThrough the stresses and demands of everyday life, I had found myself becoming evermore restless being alone after loosing Frank. It was coming up the five year anniversary since he passed. I had been looking on Cr*!gslist infrequently in search for a possible new partner. Often find men who are married seeking a play toy on the side, or those who want a gurl with a dick to suck, and bend over for. While in the world of alternative love, passion comes in far more than 32 flavors- that’s not what I’m seeking. After realizing that the local ads are little more that the same handful of horny guys looking for their daily flavor… I opted to search nearby areas. I found an ad for a 64 year old “top male” 6’3″ 195lbs seeking a trans gurl! Right up my alley! Not so fast.. Upon reading he disclosed the fact he is HIV positive 25 years, full AIDS on meds.. Non detectable load. Almost blind. With a thick 9-1/2″ cock. LOVES to fuck. Seeking POZ or “POZ friendly” TS/TV/CD. I was interested and not interested in the same minute. After a week, I couldn’t get that post out of my head.. So, I sent him a general email, to satisfy my own curiosity. He responded very nicely, and respectfully. We exchanged several emails, and pictures. His name was Bill. He was really impressed with my pictures. I felt so türbanlı bayburt escort bad for him as you could see how much the virus had taken out of him. He was a very strong, athletic, and handsome man in his younger days. He also sent me a pic of his manhood. Whew what a cock! We exchanged phone numbers, and after talking for a couple weeks.. We agreed to meet as friends only. I was not about to knowingly sleep with a man that has AIDS. He lived in Carlisle, Pa. About 2.5 hours from Baltimore with no traffic. Bright and early on a Saturday morning I packed a suitcase, and headed for a weekend exploring south central Pennsylvania, if nothing else. It was early summer so I wore my straw hat, thin aqua tunic top, off-white lacey bohemian skirt, and my nude work pumps. I checked into the days inn. I arrived at his home at 11a, he was very grateful to see me visit. He persistently complimented me of my appearance. He told me his view that all the trans women he sees pictures of are so beautiful because we fully embrace our deep femininity. I totally agree. I then helped him out to my car, and we went to have lunch. He was very much a gentleman in every essence of the word. I was trying to stay detached on that end as I have no intention of having a romantic interest türbanlı bayburt escort bayan in him as his HIV status is counter productive to MY well being. We really enjoyed each others company. We drove all the way out to Lancaster, and saw the Amish in their horse drawn carriages, stopped at some roadside markets and picked up some goodies. Had a really nice time. We parted on Sunday evening. He went to kiss me on the lips, I dodged and kissed him on the cheek. We said our goodbyes, and I headed home. We talked on the phone over the next two weeks, and agreed to hang out again. I was thinking of him a lot. This happens when hormones are being taken. This time, I felt sparky when he touched me on my shoulder, or hip. I tried to ignore, but couldn’t deny I was feeling emotional towards him. He reached for my hand as we were walking through a parking lot, and I found myself smiling and looking into his eyes. I felt healthy, and happy. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. So Sunday evening we were sitting on his couch watching TV, and talking. He was showing me his photo album, and we were sitting against each other. We found ourselves looking into each others eyes smiling again. He stole a kiss. I submitted and kissed him back. We kissed some more. I left. My türbanlı escort bayburt heart was doing flips going home. I finally arrived home. I went right inside, and turned on my computer. I began a search of HIV patients, and what “non detectable load” means. It meant I was highly unlikely to catch it. I was feeling so naughty. All those nights I woke up alone feeling so hot to reach into my nightstand for my toys, lube, and poppers. There’s a man who wants me bad, and I need him like a flower needs the sun. I still had my travel bag in the trunk of my car. I went to my bedroom. Walked into the closet. Stripped down naked. Put on my white teddy. Tossed my white 5-inch metal heel stilettos to the floor. Stepped into them, and wrapped up in my brown faux fur overcoat. Grabbed my keys, purse, and cell. Made my way to his house. I called him as I pulled into his driveway. I said.. ” I left something in your house, I’ll be at your front door in a sec” Bill answered the door, turned on the porch light.. He said “Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” I walked inside, and took off my coat. I kneeled down, pulled his -HUGE(!)- cock out and took his girth in my mouth. He was rock hard in no time at all. We went to the bedroom. I got my astroglide and poppers out of my purse. We had slow, steady bareback sex all night long. Somehow the taboo pushed my inhibitions over the cliff that night. That was honestly the best sex I ever had in my life that night. I left in the morning, called out sick on the way home, and slept all day. I never returned his calls. Never saw him again. To this day I am totally disease free. Maybe I got lucky. Who knows? It sure was fun, and I’ll -NEVER- do that again.

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