I think I should stop trying to be a man

Jonathan awoke in another strange bed.

His body still felt sticky and hot and tingled with the sexual delight of last night.

He set up and covered himself with the blanket when the young man stepped into the room holding 2 cups of coffee.

He looked at the naked young man trying to remember his name.

The man looked at him and said you were incredible last night.

You know how to please a man.

Nobody has ever fucked as good as you.

As the man walked over towards him Jonathan could not take his eyes off the semi-erect penis coming towards him.

He took one of the cups of coffee and said to the man you were pretty good too.

My body is still tingling from your touch before saying this might sound stupid but who are you?

The man just looked at him and said we both had quite a few drinks last night I'm not surprised your memories are foggy.

My name's Frank We met in Claires Club we had a couple of drinks we hit it off and we headed back to my place.

You were like a wild animal, you could not get my cock out quick enough.

I had never known a woman as sexually forward as you.

You must have made me come at least four times last night.

Jonathan drank the coffee which helped clear his mind somewhat.

After the coffee, he got dressed.

His panties were too damp to put back on so he shoved them in his purse and hoped it wasn't too windy outside.

They exchanged phone numbers and the man offered to call him a taxi but Jonathan said he wanted to walk and clear his head.

He hated this part of his new life.

Most of the time he could keep his leg firmly shut and his sexual appetite under control.

But every two weeks his body seemed to take over and force him to give it what it wanted.

As he did the Walk of Shame back to his apartment feeling the cool breeze tickle his pussy he once again wounded if he should stop trying to be a man most of the time and just live as a woman now that he was one.