My 2 AM Phone Call Part Two
My day started around 2:00 a.m. with a phone call from a Black man I knew from an intense relationship that started in a video store theater several years before. After using me as he pleased for several months, he suddenly dropped me and just vanished until this morning when he called and gave me very specific instructions where to come, what to wear and when to arrive. That is why I now found myself inside a cheap motel room on the Gulf Freeway, dressed in a black micro-mini skirt, a little...
Crossdressing