Journey into the X-rated world

I was walking through Soho, London and it was raining. It was around 17:00 and due to weather I guess, it seemed very quiet. I walked past a bar and decided to go in to warm up. It wasn't very busy. I walked up to the bar and asked for an Irish Coffee, as that seemed the right drink for the weather. Every bar has a funny person, so had this one. The guy next to me says, is it raining outside. I say, nah, I just fell in the river, and smiled. I then noticed that the clientele of the bar was, how do I say this, the kind you would find in a gay bar. But, who cares, it was warm inside and I had a seat. Well, as I said it wasn't very busy, so getting a seat wasn't that hard. The Irish Coffee warmed me up, and I decided to have another one. As I've not eaten much that day, it made me feel a bit lightheaded. The funny man was still there, I then noticed he was actually fairly attractive. So I offered him a drink. He accepted and we went to sit at a table. No names were e...

I first thought I would make it a chronological blog, but I decided that I would most likely forget things. So I do it more as a mindmap. Which means they are independent stories part of a life long journey. A few years before the story below, I was at a New Years Eve party in Amsterdam. The next morning when we were in long queue waiting for a taxi, in the distance a woman appears. The closer she got, the taller she got. Obviously that's a normal occurrence . But in this case, the whispering in the queue was about, is that a man or a woman. My thoughts were more, that's a T-girl and why wasn't she at the party I was at. The following is the story of my first sexual encounter with a T-girl. I don't remember the exact year, but it must have been between 1988 - 1990, which means I would have been 24-26 I do remember the nightclub, it doesn't exist anymore. I was out with a group of friends and we ended up in one of our local nightclubs. Where we bumped into mo...