Rain, it seems, has always been a comfort to me. Soothing drops pattered on the windowpanes of my mother’s resting room as we lay together on her bed, my tiny body snuggled into the crook of her arm, my soft gums tugging hungrily at her teat.

Twenty-three years later, rain fell again, but this time my lips tugged on the taut, tender nipples of my lover, April.

“Oh, she whispered. I can feel that tingle all the way down to my crotch!”

I smiled inwardly and produced a humming sound that vibrated through my lips and teeth.

April’s hot, naked body trembled slightly beneath my own. One of her arms snaked around me to grip me, pull me closer. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

The fingers of her other hand encircled the thickness of my hard cock and gently, but firmly, stroked it back and forth.

Lightning seared the sky above us through the skylight of my studio loft. Except for a few candles, the room lay in virtual darkness, so the sporadic light from the storm outside briefly illuminated our writhing bodies.

Raindrops pelted noisily against the glass. A sudden, loud thunderclap rattled ornaments on nearby shelves.

April and I shunted together, our sweaty, slippery bodies briefly reflecting the whiteness of the lightning, our carnal grunts and groans filling the silence left by the dissipating thunder. April pushed me to one side, turned, and shifted to her hands and knees. She bent slightly so that her damp, smooth buttocks rose.

I groped for a small container of lubrication from the bed, squirted some on my fingers, and then laved it on her anus, one finger prodding, entering, and loosening.

I positioned myself above her hole, guided my cock towards it, set it against the puckered target, and slowly, but gently, pushed.

For a moment, her muscle seemed to forbid me entrance, but with a forceful movement, I entered. The hot, moist depths swallowed me, the tight opening pulling me further, gripping me.

Just as thunder rippled through the air, I slid deeper into her tunnel.

April screamed with pleasure, as she often did, and my cock stiffened even more at the sound of it.

I thrust and released as my hand came down hard against her glistening ass. The resulting slap resounded through the loft. April screamed again, urged me to continue to fill her, take her, fuck her.



Coincidentally enough, April and I met on a rainy night two months earlier when she entered my art gallery.

She slid out of a soaking wet trench coat and smiled. She wore a smart red dress that did nothing to hide her ample breasts. I wasn’t expecting it to be raining as much as it is.”

“It was only supposed to have been a light drizzle. Have a look around. I waved my hand towards my showcased paintings. If you’ve any questions, feel free to ask. As you can see, I’m not too busy tonight.”

She looked at the two rooms void of people and chuckled.

April sauntered off to study some of my paintings while I studied her. The dress looked extremely fetching on her.

She looked at several paintings, and then called out to me from across the room. I notice you have a recurrent theme in your works

It was true. Although filled with vibrant colours, art nouveau-esque lines and flowers, most of my paintings contained portraits of—

hermaphrodites, April concluded.

“Man and Woman as One, I explained. The two expressed as a whole. Masculine and feminine complete. Yin and Yang merged.”

“Interesting concept. She glanced over a few more paintings, and then made her way back to me. You had a model for them?”

“Oh, no, I responded. I’ve just done them from my imagination. I’ve been interested in them ever since I was a teenager.”

“I see. She was silent for a moment before she asked,

“Would you like to have someone model for you?”

My eyebrows arched with interest. You know someone?”

“Yes, she replied. Me.”



Thunder erupted outside the loft window, and lightning lit up the room as I continued to thrust into April.

I slowed for a moment, slid my hand beneath her, and wrapped my fingers around her cock.

Although not a true hermaphrodite, nevertheless she was a tranny’, or a ladyboy’. I hated such sobriquets, and told her so once we got to know each other well.

It wasn’t long before we went from artist and model to lovers.

I moved the skin of her cock back and forth.

April gasped with pleasure, and I felt her cock swell in my hand, the head sticky with precum, sliding between my thumb and forefinger.

Sheet lightning seemed to linger for several seconds, and thunder crashed overhead.

I cried out just then, and jerked spasmodically, my hot cream emptying into April, her sphincter sucking on me, drawing out of me whatever juice remained.

I eased out gently, and both of us lowered to our backs on the bed. I rose, found her cock once more, and my hand began its final manipulations, stroking the length, rubbing my fingers over the head.

I slowed the stroke of my hand, bent my head down and suckled on her beasts.

The next thunder rippled from one side of the sky to the other, and as soon as I heard it begin, I increased my speed on her shaft.

By the end of the thunder, I felt her cock pulsate between my fingers, and then watched as white streams erupted into the air and splattered onto her belly.

She cried her release, her body jerking on the bed.

Several minutes later, wrapped in each other’s arms, we gazed up through the skylight and watched the raindrops dance and bounce erratically, the sound of their hammering gradually lulling us to sleep as the thunder and lightening faded to nothingness.

For rain and April, it seems, have always been a comfort to me.