My First Time with Alice: Shattering Innocence in Montreal
Downtown Montreal. Her apartment door. I was 22, buzzing with nerves. Heart slamming my ribs like a trapped animal. I’d chatted online about my secret trans fantasies, jerking to pics. Alice appeared. Invited me over that same night. No time to overthink. I showered, threw on jeans hiding my half-hard cock, and drove. Sweat soaked…
