Chapter 20 #3
He dipped down to kiss her, rubbing his ever-hardening cock against the inside of her leg. There was a jar of something slippery on the table to the side of the bed and he fully intended to use it, but he had a few thoughts he wanted to express first.
“If you are afraid of your father retaliating,” he said, balancing himself above her as they both panted with need, “then we can go away. We can stay in the country or visit the Continent, or even go so far as the Orient or Australia. Just say the word and I will take you wherever you want to go.”
“I do not care where I am as long as I am with you,” Kitty said, smiling up at him and running her hands up his sides and down his back.
“I confess, I do not want to go far from my friends. And I am intrigued about The Brotherhood. If you feel we can truly keep my secret from exposure, then I do not see why we could not live as any man and wife do.” Her face flushed and she glanced bashfully down for a moment before looking up at him again.
“We may even want to seek out some orphaned baby to raise as our own one day. Perhaps several.”
Dev’s heart felt full to bursting. “If you would like that, I would as well.”
Kitty’s smile turned mischievous. “I would like to attempt to make babies of our own,” she said, biting her lip coquettishly.
“Minx,” Dev growled, then dipped down to kiss her passionately.
He was so ready for his life as Kitty’s husband that he could hardly restrain himself.
He kissed and touched her everywhere he could, giving as much of himself as he could until he had her sighing and moaning for more.
Then he reached for the jar and used its contents to ease the way as he drove into her.
It was beautiful and sacred, and it was also fiery and pleasurable.
He thrust at an angle that would give her the most pleasure while caressing her cock enough to bring her off.
She spilled with a cry of pleasure, simply enjoying the feeling of orgasm without, he hoped, judging herself for not having the body she should have. She was made perfectly for him, whatever the case, and as he cried out with his own orgasm, he cried out her name.
When they were both spent and happy, Dev collapsed to Kitty’s side and pulled her into his embrace. “I love you, my darling,” he panted against her ear.
“And I love you, too,” Kitty replied, her voice the epitome of contentment.
Dev closed his eyes and buried his face against her neck. He’d found his perfect partner, and he would devote the entirety of the rest of his life to their happiness and the happiness of their family.
I hope you’ve enjoyed Kitty and Dev’s story!
This is your friendly reminder that trans people have always existed, yes, even before surgery.
We might never know exactly how many men and women lived out their lives in their true identities, especially if they were successful at doing it, but there are several instances over time where someone’s physical attributes were discovered after their death, much to the surprise of those who knew and loved them.
I’m happy to be able to tell a story like that!
It's also important to note that every person’s journey to discover their true self is different.
In Kitty’s case, as in the case of some friends of mine, the inner transition, so to speak, was like a gradual unfolding that took time to fully accept.
For other people, things happen quicker or more slowly.
Every person’s self-discovery unfolds differently, which is a beautiful thing!