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Chapter 2: Lady with “stick”
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Lady with “stick” - This is a hard core porn story about a traveler who experienced a brief affair with a transgender beauty. The story is not only about sex but also has emotional content mixed with family ties but there is no kink or anything like that. I don't know if it is possible to participate in this competition with an 18+ story like this. If not, feel free to move it to a place where people who like this kind of content will read it.Thank you.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Teenagers Romantic Shemale TransGender Fiction Cheating Anal Sex
Gary moved through the house with the quiet efficiency of a man who had done this many times before. His trip to Thailand was only days away, and he approached the preparation with the same discipline that shaped every part of his life. The open suitcase on the bed waited for the final items. Shirts folded with precision, lightweight trousers for the climate, a few casual outfits, and his gym gear—non‑negotiable. His medium‑tall frame and broad shoulders came from routine, not vanity, and he kept it that way with clean habits: no smoking, minimal alcohol, healthy food, steady training.
Downstairs, his wife worked at her laptop, fully booked for the week ahead. Normally she would join him, but the timing was impossible—no grandparents available, the kids needing supervision, and her own workload pressing in. She insisted she could manage everything from home, and he trusted her. She always did.
Gary reviewed his business calls, confirmed meetings, and cleared the last emails. His business‑class ticket was already booked. He preferred the space, the quiet, the ability to arrive focused instead of drained.
The night before departure, he walked through the house one more time. Kids’ backpacks by the door. The kitchen is clean. His wife’s notes pinned neatly to the fridge. It grounded him, reminded him what he was stepping away from for the next week.
Morning came early. He showered, dressed, and carried his suitcase to the car. The drive to the airport was smooth, the city still half‑asleep. Inside the terminal, he moved with practiced ease—check‑in, security, lounge, gate.
The flight was long but comfortable. The man seated beside him, older and soft‑spoken, made the hours pass quickly with conversation about business, travel, and the strange coincidences that shape a life.
When the plane descended, Bangkok spread out beneath the window. He stepped into the terminal expecting heavy heat, but the air was mild—twenty‑five degrees, warm but gentle. January was the perfect time to arrive.
He paused, taking in the unfamiliar sounds and movement of a city he had never visited. He had traveled the world, but Thailand was new territory.
He walked toward the exit, suitcase rolling behind him, feeling the quiet thrill of entering a place where nothing in his life had yet happened.
As Gary reached for his phone. He needed to hear the kids, to hear his wife’s voice, to anchor himself in something familiar. They talked for almost half an hour, about everything and nothing, just enough to steady his thoughts before moving on.
Gary took a taxi straight from the airport, the ride smooth and quiet as the city lights slid past the window. He had booked a medium‑priced hotel—comfortable, clean, nothing extravagant. He never spent money where it wasn’t necessary. The lobby was modern, cool air drifting from hidden vents, a welcome contrast to the warm evening outside.
His room was simple but well kept: a wide bed, a small balcony, a polished wooden desk, and a bathroom with a large glass shower. He unpacked only what he needed, changed into fresh clothes after the long flight, and splashed cold water on his face before heading downstairs.
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