Sensual Desires for Lady Boys: Guys and Girls and Their Addiction for Seedy Girlie-Boy Sex

By Donny Duncan

Hot and depraved Asian-based erotica that is guaranteed to satisfy any sexual curiosity. Three explicitly detailed incidents of the kinky adventures of those sexually-curious who dare to enter the confusing yet stimulating and highly satisfying twilight world of the third gender and what happens when their 'Girlie-Boy' fantasies finally come together

The sex tourist who craves for something 'different', the two student girls who are looking for 'wild fun' and the sleazeball, married guy who is searching for something he can't get at home; fisting, toys, SM games, water sports. Total filthy sleaze that will arouse and satisfy.

Three shorts that contain extreme material and written strictly for adults and over 18! Looking for something other than love and romance and sloppy kisses? This is pure sex - Scroll down to buy now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donny Duncan
• Release date: Jul 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393094371

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Fisting and Water Sports

Maybelle hadn’t been looking for anything, least of all him. Normally loud and vivacious, she chose to remain silent that trip, trying to avoid the disdain that she feared awaited her if anyone found out who she really was. She had agreed to accompany a friend on a trip back to their home town, something she did only begrudgingly as she knew how old-fashioned some of the rural people could be. It had been her plan to lay low, wait out the trip in friendly silence, and be out of there just as soon as she possibly could. That is why it was such a surprise when he came along.

Maybelle was with her friend at the local market that morning, picking up some fish and other stuff for dinner later that day. She never particularly cared for the market scene, even when she was back home. Things there were always fresh, and if someone in one of the stalls happened to be pedaling flowers, it would make her nose tingle and start her on a sneezing fit. Like with the rest of the trip, she was desperate to get in, get out, and be done with it. Her friend, on the other hand, was a needless explorer, and wanted to peruse each stall to find the best deals and specials. After a short time, Maybelle had seen enough, and left her companion, assuring her that she would wait for her just outside.

She perched herself alongside a building, waiting for her counterpart, huffing indigently at the hot country sun, and kicking up dirt on the sidewalk to watch it blow out into the street. Her friend seemed to be taking far too long, and part of her was tempted to simply give up and walk away. She gave one more kick to the ground in front of her, and turned to head out in the opposite direction of the market, but as the swirling clouds of the dust she raised began to settle, something caught her eye. A man, not much taller than herself, with fair skin and dressed in a fine suit, was fumbling toward her, clearly lost and utterly confused.

Curious to see what would become of the stranger, Maybelle resumed her post against the wall, keeping her eyes tilted down enough to ward off contact, but still drawn up enough to see what was going on. From one side, she could see the lost man approaching. His suit was nicer than she first realized; one of the fine, Italian varieties that she had only ever seen on international businessmen in the city. He seemed to have a map in his hands, though crumpled as it was she didn’t imagine it would do him any good, but he still looked down at it occasionally, trying to find his way to wherever he needed to be.

In all of his frustration, he stumbled over himself, catching himself on her shoulders. He smiled apologetically, though she still refused to look up. His hands lingered on her shoulders, making her shudder inside just a little. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s touch. The stranger took a minute to collect himself, finally releasing her and trying to ask a question in a language she did not understand. It took her a moment to realize he was speaking Japanese, which wasn’t something she spoke with any sort of proficiency. She conjured up the few words she did know to tell him that she did not speak the language, and offered Thai as an alternative. His skills in the language were rudimentary, but it was enough to keep a conversation going.

He said he was lost, a fact she already knew. He had business to conduct in Canton and Bangkok, and was using the time in between the trips to travel the region and see the sights. He was looking for a famous temple that was supposed to be somewhere just outside of the small town but somehow managed to miss it and wander straight into the heart of the town. He asked her if she knew where the temple was.

If she