Tony

What can I say about Tony, he's a dirty rat, he's a typical man; I don't know but he let me down trice. I met him one night in Naps and we chatted for an hour or so until it closed, then continued in my hotel room. He was rather too drunk to perform but I loved snuggling up to him and spooning. He had a really course hairy chest which made my hands tingle when I stroked it. I called him my grizzly bear. I tried my best to make him come but he couldn't. He didn't blame me though, put it down to the beer.

We exchanged phone numbers and starting texting each other the following week. Well to put the record straight, I would send a flirtatious message and he would reply 'yes'. We also phoned each other up late at night and had a bit of outrageous fun. I arranged to meet him the following week.

I texted him when I left home and phoned, and phoned, and phoned when I got too Manchester, but no reply. I decided to do my own thing in any case and had a great weekend (picked up another man actually) but was really disappointed I didn't see Tony because I liked him a lot and we seemed to be getting on so well. I forgot about him eventually until out of the blue he phoned me up and apologised. I was charitable and we arranged to meet again. This time he phoned me and we met in a pub in the village. He then led me all over the place, in and out of the village, introducing me to all of his friends, and he had so many. He didn't care I was a tranny and protected me all the time. For the first time I felt really special and really feminine. One thing about him thought was that he knew absolutely everybody, and I mean everybody. While we were walking people would stop him and start a conversation with him. He would introduce me though, as his girl Tricia, which felt really good.

I was desperate to go back and change into my new gold dress for the nightclub session so we agreed to meet up later and I wandered back to the hotel through the streets of Manchester. We did meet up later and spent more time talking (and me dancing). Needless to say we ended back at my hotel. It was only when we got into bed together that I realised that Tony was unwell. He was shivering will flu and had done an amazing job just surviving the night, never mind being so good to me. I snuggled up to him to keep him warm and he fell asleep with me kissing and caressing him. In the morning I got up early, dressed myself in denim skirt and pink top and went to the newsagent outside the village to pick up some paracetamol for him. It was clear to me that his attitude had changed me. If I had Tony behind me, I could do anything.When he woke he was terrible, shivering more than ever. I kissed and cuddled him again, made him a coffee to go with his paracetamol and he got a cab to take him home, and back to a bed without me.

We phoned and texted each other a lot when he got better the following week and arranged another meeting. This time hopefully Tony would be fully fit and able and we could catch up with what we missed out on. So I duly went back to Manchester, looking forward to seeing him again. But as the time before last he didn't show up and I couldn't contact him.
I guess it should be three strikes and your out so he's got one left. I miss him and I want to be with him, for the strength he gives me. So Tony, if you can ever get Internet savvy and read this, give me a call. Tricia can make you a very happy man, I promise. But don't ever let me down again! And its up to you honey, because this sissy is starting to become proud of herself and won't phone you. That too is down to you.

Thanks Tony,