Trans Love (short novel)

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Trans Love

Nina Bernard stepped off the train at the small country station, her heart already racing. The warm Spanish summer air enveloped her like a caress. At thirty-eight years old, she had crossed Europe to reunite with Yaiza, the woman she had only seen in photos and videos until now, but with whom her online exchanges had become increasingly intimate, burning, and profound. Yaiza was waiting for her on the platform, radiant in a light floral dress that highlighted her soft curves and confident smile. Her wavy red hair fell over her shoulders, and her glasses gave her that wise yet terribly sensual look.

“Nina…” Yaiza murmured, pulling her into her arms.

Their bodies pressed together. Nina immediately felt Yaiza’s warmth, the softness of her breasts against hers, and that discreet but firm presence between her legs that revealed their shared nature. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing in each other’s scent, before getting into the car Ana had sent for them.

Ana, their mutual friend, was waiting for them at the farm. It was a large old farmhouse surrounded by a paradisiacal garden: vibrant roses, fragrant lavender, fruit trees, and a freshwater swimming pool whose turquoise water sparkled under the sun. Ana was a woman in her fifties, brunette, welcoming, with a discreet and kind smile.

“Welcome, my darlings. The house is yours. I’m in the west wing if you need anything, but I know how to stay out of the way. Enjoy… fully.”

Ana gave them a knowing wink before disappearing, leaving them alone in this oasis of greenery and peace.

The bedroom prepared for them opened directly onto the garden. A large king-size bed, light white sheets, a private terrace. As soon as the door closed, Yaiza took Nina by the waist and kissed her. A kiss that started tender, then became voracious. Their tongues met, danced, explored. Nina moaned softly against Yaiza’s mouth, her hands sliding over her hips.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks,” Nina confessed, blushing.

“Me too,” Yaiza replied, her eyes shining behind her glasses. “Come on, let’s discover the garden.”

They changed quickly. Nina slipped on a light blue linen dress that hugged her feminine curves, her round and firm breasts, and her generous hips. Yaiza kept her floral dress, short enough to reveal her long toned legs. They went out barefoot into the warm grass.

The garden was enchanting. Flowers everywhere, intoxicating scents of jasmine and rose. They walked hand in hand along a path lined with late-blooming cherry trees. When they reached the pool, they sat on the edge, feet in the cool water.

“You’re even more beautiful in real life,” Nina murmured, caressing Yaiza’s thigh.

Yaiza smiled and pulled her closer. Their kiss resumed, more passionate. Nina’s hands slipped under Yaiza’s dress, discovering with wonder her already hard, hot, throbbing cock. Yaiza was uncircumcised; her pink glans slowly emerged from the foreskin as Nina gently stroked it.

“You’re so beautiful… so feminine,” Nina breathed.

Yaiza lifted Nina’s blue dress over her head. The younger woman appeared naked, her own slender and elegant cock standing proudly, her heavy breasts with pink nipples pointing in the warm air. Yaiza leaned down and took one breast into her mouth, sucking greedily while her hand wrapped around Nina’s cock.

They lay down on a large towel near the pool. The sun caressed their bodies. Yaiza kissed every inch of Nina’s skin: her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, then lower. She took Nina’s cock between her lips, sucking slowly and deeply, her tongue swirling around the head. Nina moaned, arching her hips, fingers in Yaiza’s red hair.

“Oh my God… Yaiza…”

Yaiza continued, alternating suction and hand strokes until Nina trembled with pleasure. Then she straightened up, and Nina took her place. She discovered Yaiza’s taste—salty, sweet, exciting. She licked her balls, ran her tongue along the thick shaft, then swallowed it as far as she could. Yaiza panted, her hips moving gently.

They moved into a 69 position, bodies entwined, tongues and mouths working with passion. The sun warmed their skin, the light breeze making their sweaty bodies shiver. Nina slipped a wet finger between Yaiza’s ass cheeks, caressing her tight anus. Yaiza moaned louder, pushing back against the finger.

“I want you… completely,” Nina murmured.

They stood up and entered the pool. The cool water contrasted deliciously with their burning arousal. Against the edge, Yaiza lifted Nina slightly and penetrated her slowly. Nina wrapped her legs around her waist, feeling every inch of that thick cock opening and filling her. They kissed passionately as Yaiza began to move, deep thrusts, water splashing around them.

“Harder… yes… fuck me, Yaiza,” Nina begged.

Yaiza accelerated, her breasts pressed against Nina’s, their cocks sometimes rubbing against each other between movements. Nina came first, her hot cum mixing with the water as her ass clenched around Yaiza’s cock. Yaiza continued for a few moments before pulling out and ejaculating onto Nina’s belly and breasts, powerful long spurts.

They remained entwined in the water, kissing tenderly and whispering sweet words.

When evening came, Ana had left them a light dinner on the terrace: tapas, chilled wine, fruit. They ate naked, laughing and caressing each other between bites. After the meal, they settled onto the large bed.

That night was a limitless exploration.

Yaiza gently tied Nina’s wrists with a silk scarf, then positioned her on all fours. She kissed her ass at length, licking her pink hole with devotion before sliding her tongue inside. Nina moaned, arched and offered. Yaiza lubed her cock and penetrated her again, deeper this time, taking her hard while stroking Nina’s heavy cock hanging between her thighs.

“You’re so tight… so perfect,” Yaiza panted.

Nina came a second time, her cum staining the sheets. Yaiza turned her over and sat on her face. Nina licked her sensitive perineum and sucked her cock greedily while Yaiza rubbed against her mouth.

Then it was Nina’s turn to dominate. She put on a strap-on Yaiza had brought and took her companion with passion, sodomizing her at length while their breasts rubbed together. Yaiza cried out in pleasure, her own cock rubbing against Nina’s belly with every thrust.

They came together, exhausted, entwined, covered in sweat and cum.

The following days were a true hymn to their desire.

In the mornings, they woke up caressing each other, often making lazy love even before coffee. In the afternoons, they explored the garden. One day, under a cherry tree, Yaiza knelt and sucked Nina to orgasm, swallowing all her cum while birds sang around them. Another time, by the pool, Nina lay on a lounger and Yaiza straddled her, impaling herself on her cock while masturbating. Their bodies glistened in the sun, their moans lost in the song of the cicadas.

They tried everything: double penetration with the strap-on and Yaiza’s real cock, gentle and progressive fisting, ice games from the kitchen fridge on their nipples and cocks, perfumed oil massages that always ended in torrid fucking on the living room table.

But beyond the wild sex, a true romance was blossoming.

They talked for hours. Nina confided her fears, the sometimes difficult aspects of her transition, and her desire to be fully loved as a woman. Yaiza spoke of her forty-eight years, her fully embraced life, and the occasional loneliness despite her confidence. They walked hand in hand at sunset, stopping to kiss against a tree and declare their growing affection.

Ana would sometimes pass by, discreet, with a benevolent smile. She brought them fresh fruit or wine without ever intruding, respecting their bubble of love and desire.

During the final week, their connection became even more intense. On a stormy night, rain beating against the windows, they made love like possessed women. Yaiza took Nina against the bay window, fucking her violently while lightning illuminated their bodies. Then Nina tied Yaiza to the bed and tortured her with pleasure: tongue everywhere, fingers in her ass, deep cock, until Yaiza begged, tears of ecstasy in her eyes.

On the morning of their departure, they stayed in bed for a long time, caressing each other softly, almost reverently.

“I don’t want this to end,” Nina murmured.

“It won’t end,” Yaiza replied, kissing her. “We’ll find a way. You’ll come back… or I’ll come to you.”

They made love one last time, tenderly, slowly, savoring every sensation, every kiss, every sigh. When they came together, forehead to forehead, they cried with happiness.

Ana accompanied them to the car, hugging them warmly.

“Come back whenever you want. This house is made for love.”

On the way back, Nina rested her head on Yaiza’s shoulder. The sun was still shining on the golden fields. Their summer had been burning, torrid, sensual, but above all deeply romantic.

Two trans women, two soul sisters, who had found each other in a paradisiacal Spanish garden.

Their love was only just beginning.

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