Just another funny little kind of coming out story.

I was moving from home again when I was 20 and was going to give my sister a box of gay erotic novels to store for me. I accidently left them on top of a cupboard in my step mothers sewing room enroute to packing them in my car. I forgot about them.

a few months later, my sister told me that my step mother told her that she found a box of some interesting books, and had enjoyed reading some of them and found them quite 'stimulating' and 'hot'.

i died a little death. there are some details about your life and what you like that you just dont want a conservative mother to know.

this was one of a few similar little coming out hints.

funny how we never ever had a coming out conversation - dont know what she ever thought but I guess the books did some talking.

 

this was more romantic gay stories, where they fuck at the end of every second chapter,
not on every page.

and it is written gently -

' his hot breath seared the back of my neck and i could feel his manliness tempting my desire to rise up and meet him' 'Our tongues met with a roughness that could not be slowed, our touch mingling with the manly scent I had come to love and our bodies met -hard yet giving, playing out a battle that would finally be a conquest where I would be the loser, a sweet sweet loser.'

- do you like so far - should i be a cheap romantic novelist writer?

In the distance the sun was going down over the sandy beach and all that could be heard was the gentle sigh of a love well spent...........

at the time she was a 60 year old very straight grandmother.
go figure?

perhaps i will hear a death bed confession one day....... i am actually a gay man stuck in a female body??? what a laugh that would be.