the third sex

An old friend of mine is in town right now. I caught up with him for a coffee at his hotel yesterday. This is a man who from youth has been one of the most prolific cocksmen I have known.  And as he travels frequently throughout North and South America, and in Europe and Asia, he gets the opportunity to do what he likes with as many women as he can handle.

He also likes ladyboys, and when we met up he had a confession. On the first night he arrived in town, he said, he had gone straight to a ladyboy bar, taken a ladyboy back to his hotel, and had, as he put it, “the most gorgeous sex with this most gorgeous ladyboy.”

The next night, he had decided on a genetic girl. He found a very attractive one, but although she was more than willing to go on as long as he liked, he said that he ploughed miserably through the business and then couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

“The fact is,” he told me, dropping his voice as the waitress bustled around with more coffee, “these days I would much rather have a ladyboy than a GG. Girls just don’t do it for me anymore. But a ladyboy…that’s the most erotic, mind-blowing sex. I can’t exist without them.”


He went on to tell me how on his visits to New York  he has seen the transsexual escort services  increase hugely in the number of  girls available, and in France too, where they appear even more popular than in New York. How in Argentina there are now transvestis brothels where you sit and a number of the girls line up for you to take your pick.

“The world is changing,” he said. “If I was a GG, I would be worried.”