Baron von Cuteness

By Selbryth Lannigan

Our t-girl heroine meets a hot, seductive babe in a bar while on Spring Break and brings her back to her room for a night of passion. She gives the girl fair warning of what might come up during their tryst, but is surprised when she's given the same warning. And...invitation.

Though delighted beyond all measure, she quickly finds there's more to the bargain than she'd ever dreamed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jul 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463366714

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2018

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Baron von Cuteness

Baron von Cuteness

I so wanted to fuck her. Her name - as I'd learned as we sat at the bar, was Chelsea - and she was about as winsome and comely as it was possible to legally be for a 20 year old college girl. 36-24-34, 5'6", 100-something pounds; probably 115. Legs down to there, hips and waist and shoulders like a model, long black hair, and with a lovely ivory complexion.

And she was into me.

We'd been talking, laughing (good sense of humor, and a really cute accent) and getting to know each other. I kept eyeing her up of course, because...how could I not? She was young and beautiful and full of life, and I wanted to get in her pants so bad, my mouth was dry.

But then it was time to bring out some little truths about myself. I owed her that much.

'...so uh,' I started, just like I always start. I was ready for the slap in the face - like it always ends. 'Uh, just have to tell you something.'

She raised her perfect brows, dark eyes a little suspicious now. She didn't say a thing, and that was good because I could get to the face-slapping part that much sooner.

'Uh, what would you say if I said I uh...if I said I was a guy?' I said, running those last words quickly together and wincing a little, waiting for the slap or the toss of her drink in my face.

'I would say you were pulling at my leg,' she grinned, speaking in that exotic foreign accent. 'Not that I would not mind you pulling my leg. What would you say if I told you I had something