Write: A Friend Of LS666
Subject: Travel Plans
Link: LS666 Email / 02.08.2026
Travel Plans
I deal with a trans girl through email; I probably will never meet. She had told me it might require flying to hook up because I am on the West Coast. She told me of a club I might want to consider, and she does travel from time to time, so it might be possible. I try to get out of town one weekend a month, and it had been a bit, so I went to the club she had recommended. It was further than I usually go, but what the heck.
Two girls were getting a bit of attention and enjoying it. One was a totally hot trophy wife and the other a hot girl. I figured them for lesbians out for a kink or BFFs cruising. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing for me, and I wasn’t looking to hook up, so I hadn’t gotten tested.
When they got to where I was at the bar, the trophy girl leaned in and whispered, “I see my fag husband got your attention.” I did a double take on her and regretted not being tested. She introduced herself, and I promptly forgot her name, but I was very focused on Ami, her husband.
We got a booth and talked while the wife went off looking for cock. Every time she came around to check on us, she was very demeaning and disdainful to both of us. In a nutshell, Ami had been born into money, and her parents set up a trust for her with the proviso she had to marry before 25; they wanted grandkids.
She married with a prenup at 22 and had to stay married until 35 or the parents passed, to keep most of her money. She gave me the Cliff Notes version of how, around 10, she knew she was into boys, but like me, it had to be secret from her folks.
She thought turning her wife into a bimbo trophy wife would help maintain the façade. At 27, she decided fuck it and started to transition. They both are too invested to mess up the prenup. She just turned 32, but both could pass for mid-20s. We exchanged numbers, and I left. It was a bit more than I bargained for.
She texted a couple of days later, and I linked her to my email because it’s my preferred way to deal with people. I got back in and had an email from her. The subject: It’s Ami, Daddy. It’s probably more of a ramble than I write. It started with an apology about maybe going too far, too fast and with too much info and an explanation why.
I had given her a bullet point version of how I got to where I am and had complimented her about how her wife had turned out and how I’d love to do the wife or both of them together, if they’d be down. In her ramble, she expressed disappointment about not having a gay period when younger and feels she missed out on boys.
She went on to say that since coming out to her wife and starting her transition, they pretty much live separate lives. She has found a handful of trans friends she sneaks around with who are helping with it and, on some level, finds the cheating aspect of it hot. I seem to have made an impression, and I’m glad. I’d definitely love to play with them both, and her trans friends sound interesting and may be worth some travel.
I’ll go over it a couple more times to absorb what she’s attempting to say and await a response after it’s sent later tonight or tomorrow.