Oh what a glorious time to be alive and horny. The miniskirt is back with a
vengeance and the must-have item (for girls with the legs to show them off)
was a short cute minikilt. I've never quite figured out why, but I've always
found a tartan (or more commonly called plaid in the US) pleated skirt to be
so sexy. It's something to do with the flirty twirl and flounce you get with
movement and a lot to do - I suspect - with the flexibility offered by the
pleats. They can simply be lifted so
easily. Raise the skirt away from a lusciously rounded bum and it will still
remain in place - ladylike and undisturbed - at the front.
And that's how I like my girls - ladylike, but with that something extra. I
used to dress myself for some years and was quite a convincing little slut.
And yes, I wore a minikilt regularly. I had a lot of guys but most of my
encounters were lesbian - me and some other hot tranny tramp. Wonderful days
and glorious nights. I don't dress so much anymore, but have never lost my
taste for a cock in a nice pair of lacy panties, especially when hidden
under a pleated miniskirt.
So November 2003 on an unseasonably balmy evening found me in one of my
favourite cities. Brussels isn't top of every tourist's destination list, but
if you like trannies its a great place to be. Come midnight, an area near
the Gare du Nord comes alive with girlz of nearly every type. Sure, on some
streets you get real girls competing with their sisters poised in the
Amsterdam-like windows. But move over a block and you arrive in shemale
heaven. Dozens of shemale girls - mainly South
American, but with some local beauties - ply their trade in this daytime
business district. Its like a catwalk; most of the girls are absolutely
stunning looking.
I'm a regular visitor and the drill is fairly routine. A fairly long stroll
along each side of the street to check out who is around and pick out who
you might go with. Blond, brunette or redhead? Petite asian or statuesque
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