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Alice slinks into the dimly lit bar, her voluptuous curves swaying with each step. The tight dress she wears clings to her like a second skin, showcasing the bombshell body she's cultivated since her transition. Her long, platinum blonde hair cascades down her back in loose waves, drawing envious glances from the other patrons.

She bellies up to the bar, signaling the bartender for a drink. As she waits, she feels the familiar frustration gnawing at her insides. It's been weeks since she's been able to... perform. Her once ever-ready cock has been as flaccid as a dead fish, leaving her sexually unfulfilled and irritated.

Lost in thought, she doesn't notice the man who approaches her until he speaks. "Matt Simmons? Is that you?"

She turns, her blue eyes widening in recognition. "It's Alice, now! Chad? Chad Thompson? Wow, I haven't seen you since... God, high school I think?"

Chad grins, his teeth white and perfect against his tanned skin. He's aged well, she notes, his jaw still strong and chiseled. "Yeah, it's been a while. Damn, you look... great." His gaze drifts over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts.

Alice preens under the attention, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Chad. You're not so bad yourself." She pats the bar stool next to her. "Why don't you join me for a drink? Catch up on old times?"

Chad doesn't hesitate, sliding onto the seat beside her. "I thought you'd never ask." He flags down the bartender, ordering a whiskey neat. "So, tell me what you've been up to, Alice. Last I heard, you were... transitioning?"

Alice nods, taking a sip of her drink. The **** burns going down, but it's a pleasant distraction from the ache in her loins. "Yeah, I finally got around to making myself a real woman." She gestures to her body. "What do you think?"

Chad's eyes roam appreciatively over her figure, taking in every curve and swell. "I think you're stunning, Alice. Absolutely breathtaking." He takes a sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving hers. "And I have to say, as a woman, you're even more beautiful than I remembered you being as a man."

Alice blushes at the compliment, unused to such blatant admiration from a man. She's always been the one doing the admiring, the seducing. It's a pleasant change of pace to be on the receiving end for once. "Why thank you, Chad. You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" she teases, taking another sip of her drink.

They fall into easy conversation, catching up on the lost years. Chad tells her about his life, his career, his failed marriage. Alice listens intently, offering commiseration and support. She finds herself drawn to his strength, his confidence, his unwavering male energy.

As the night wears on and the drinks keep flowing, Alice feels a stirring in her loins. It's not much, but it's more than she's felt in weeks. She looks at Chad, his handsome face animated as he speaks, and feels a sudden surge of desire.

Emboldened by the ****, Alice leans in close, her lips brushing against Chad's ear. "You know," she purrs, her voice low and sultry, "you're the first man I've felt even a spark with since... well, since I became Alice."

Chad turns to her, his eyes dark with lust. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his large hand coming to rest on her thigh. His touch sends sparks of electricity coursing through her body, settling in her core.

Alice nods, biting her lower lip. "Mmmm, it is. And I have to say, Chad..." She leans in closer, until their lips are a hairsbreadth apart. "I want you. I want to feel your big, strong hands all over my body. I want to see if you can make me... come."

She knows it's crazy, to want a man. To want to be touched, to be fucked, by a man. She's always been so sure of her lesbian identity, so certain that she could never be satisfied by a male lover.
Alice's heart races as Chad's lips crash against hers, his strong arms pulling her flush against his muscular body. She melts into the kiss, her own lips parting to allow his tongue to delve into her mouth, to dance with her own.

She tells herself it's just lust, just a physical reaction. She's still a lesbian, she's still only attracted to women. But as Chad's hands roam her curves, cupping her ample breasts, kneading the soft flesh, she can't help but moan into his mouth.

He walks her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed in his hotel room. She tumbles onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of her. His weight settles between her thighs, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her aching, empty core.

Alice gasps as Chad's lips trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. Her head falls back, giving him better access to the sensitive skin. "Fuck, Chad," she whimpers, arching her back as he sucks at her collarbone.

His hands make quick work of her dress, pushing the fabric up and off her body until she's laid bare beneath him. He takes a moment to admire her, his gaze hungrily devouring every inch of exposed skin.

"God, Alice," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You're fucking perfect."

Alice blushes at the compliment, unused to such blatant admiration from a man. She's always been the one doing the admiring, the seducing. It's a pleasant change of pace to be on the receiving end for once.

She reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. She tugs at his pants, shoving them down his hips until his cock springs free. It's long and thick, the head already glistening with precum. She wraps her hand around it, stroking the hard length, marveling at the heat and weight of it.

Chad hisses through clenched teeth, his hips jerking into her touch. "Fuck, baby," he groans, his hand coming to cover hers. "Keep touching me like that and this will be over before it even starts."

Alice smirks up at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"

She guides him to lay back on the bed, straddling his hips. She positions herself above him, rubbing her asshole along the underside of his thick shaft. The head of his cock catches on her entrance with each pass, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

Chad's hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. "Fuck, Alice," he grunts, his eyes dark with lust as he watches her tease him. "Stop fucking around and take my cock already."

Emboldened, Alice lifts her hips and positions the head of his cock at her entrance. She looks down at him, her blue eyes blazing with desire. "As you wish," she purrs, before sinking down onto his length in one swift motion.

They both groan as he fills her completely, stretching her in a way she hasn't felt in years. Her walls clench around him, fluttering and squeezing his thick cock. It's almost too much, the sensation of being so utterly full.

But as Alice starts to move, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm, she realizes that it's exactly what she needed. Each thrust, each grind of her hips against his, sends waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Chad meets her thrusts, driving up into her with powerful strokes of his hips. The bed creaks beneath them as they lose themselves in the primal dance of coupling. Alice throws her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she rides him with wild abandon.

It's the best sex of her life, and she knows she's never going to be satisfied with just a vibrator again. She needs this, needs the feel of a man's cock inside her, stretching her, filling her utterly.

As they reach their peak, Alice collapses onto Chad's chest, both of them panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. She looks up at him, her eyes hazy and sated.

"That was... incredible," she breathes, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. "I can't believe I've been missing out on that for so long."

Chad grins down at her, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek. "You're just now realizing what you've been missing, baby. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you never go without again."
Alice stares down at her still-flaccid cock, frustration welling up inside her. Even after the mind-blowing sex she just had with Chad, her traitorous dick refuses to cooperate. It lies limp and useless against her thigh, as if mocking her **** need for release.

She sighs, running a hand through her disheveled blonde hair. This has been happening more and more lately - intense, passionate, orgasmic sex with Chad, only to be left wanting and wanting. It's like her body is betraying her, denying her the one thing she craves most.

But Alice is nothing if not determined. She's not about to let a little thing like a recalcitrant cock get in the way of her pleasure. No, she'll find a way to fix this. She has to.

So, she throws herself into dating Chad with gusto. They go on fancy dinners, take romantic walks in the park, and have long, intimate conversations about their hopes and dreams. And every night, they fall into bed together, lost in a tangle of limbs and moans and sweat.

Alice tries everything to coax her **** dick to life. She buys every toy and gadget on the market, from vibrating cock rings to complicated suction devices. She even convinces Chad to try increasingly kinky things in the bedroom, hoping that the stimulation will be enough to wake up her slumbering shaft.

They experiment with sounding, introducing slick metal rods inside her urethra in an attempt to stretch her out, to coax her back to hardness. They try spanking, with Chad raining blows down on her ass until it's red and raw and aching. They even attempt fisting, with Chad sinking his hand into her asshole, his fingers pumping in and out of her clutching heat.

Alice even resorts to trying ****, taking little blue pills that promise to ensure erection. But while they do make her prostate swell and her balls ache with a renewed sense of fullness, her cock remains stubbornly soft.

But still, Alice persists. She can't give up, not when she's so close to finding a solution. And then, one evening as they sit across from each other at a candlelit table in a fancy French restaurant, Chad looks at her with those soulful brown eyes and asks her to marry him.
Alice looks deep into Chad's eyes, seeing the love and devotion shining back at her. She knows she should feel something, some flicker of doubt or unease at the idea of marrying a man. But all she feels is a steady sense of resolve, a calm acceptance.

"YES," she says, her voice ringing out clear and strong in the hushed din of the restaurant. "Yes, Chad, I will marry you."

Around them, the other diners erupt into applause, raising their glasses in a toast to the happy couple. But Alice barely hears them, too focused on the man before her, the man who has come to mean so much to her.

In her mind, she rationalizes her decision. Even though she's a lesbian, even though she's never imagined herself with a man in this way, it feels right. It feels smart.

Marrying Chad guarantees her access to pleasure, to release, in a way that nothing else has. He's shown her that a man's touch, a man's body, can bring her to heights of ecstasy she never knew possible. And with the way her body has been failing her lately, she needs that guarantee.

Plus, there's the practical side of things. Chad is successful, stable, a good provider. He can give her a life of comfort and ease, a life where she never has to worry about money or security. And in turn, she can give him a beautiful wife, a devoted partner, a woman who will stand by his side through thick and thin.

So, as they share a passionate kiss, their first as an engaged couple, Alice feels a sense of peace wash over her. She knows she's making the right choice, the smart choice.

And even if a small, traitorous part of her wonders if she's betraying her lesbian identity, she pushes it down, burying it deep. Because in the end, Alice knows that pleasure, release, happiness... that's what matters most. And Chad can give her all of that, and so much more.

As they leave the restaurant hand in hand, ready to start their new life together, Alice feels a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside her.
Alice stands before the altar, her heart pounding in her chest as she watches Chad walk down the aisle towards her. He looks devastatingly handsome in his tailored tuxedo, his eyes locked on hers, shining with love and adoration.

As he reaches her side, he takes her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Alice squeezes back, feeling a surge of warmth and affection flow through her. She can't believe this is really happening, that in just a few moments, she'll be married to this incredible man.

The ceremony is a blur, a beautiful montage of heartfelt vows and tearful well-wishes from their friends and family. But as the officiant pronounces them husband and wife, and Chad leans in to kiss her, Alice feels a rush of sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

It starts as a slow burn, a tingling in her lips as they meet Chad's in a deep, passionate kiss. But it quickly builds, spreading down her neck, across her collarbone, and radiating out to every nerve ending in her body.

Alice gasps into the kiss, her fingers clutching at the lapels of Chad's jacket. She's never felt so alive, so electrified, so utterly consumed by sensation. It's like every nerve in her body is a live wire, crackling with energy and need.

As they break the kiss, Alice is panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust. She looks up at Chad, seeing the same hunger reflected back at her in his own darkened gaze.

"Take me now," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire. "I need you, Chad. I need you inside me, filling me, claiming me, making me yours."

Chad doesn't hesitate, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her out of the chapel to a chorus of whoops and cheers from their guests. He takes her straight to their honeymoon suite, kicking the door shut behind them before pinning her to the wall.

Alice moans as his mouth finds hers again, his hands roaming her body with **** hunger. She grinds against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of her wedding dress.