The French Maid Gets to Work I called up Glen from a payphone outside the metro station. I told him that I had a French maid's uniform and that I wanted to drop it off at his house because I did not want Sandy to catch me with it. He replied, "Sure come on over, I want to get you started on your new job as my slutty maid." Forty minutes later I entered...
When I came home from class yesterday afternoon, I was ready to sleep. I went into the kitchen for a glass of ice water, then trudged off to the bedroom to catch some shuteye until the Friday night festivities began. As I walked past the bathroom, I notice that the door was cracked open and the light inside was on. I said, "Hello?" And I heard my roommate,...
Part 4: Brianna I heard Vince drive up in the car. I didn't leave the room, though. Better to stay here as long as possible. That turned out not to be very long, though. "Brianna," Vince yelled, "come out here. We have some presents for you." Reluctantly, I got up and went to the living area of the cabin. Vince had three large shopping bags sitting on th...
Upon my return from Orlando I was tasked with making a decision of where I would go to school in the fall. At first I was intrigued by the possibility that I could go the University of Central Florida, but quickly remembered that I had never stepped foot on the campus while in Florida. So it was a decision between the schools in little old North Carolina, at...
Please read Part 1, My wife's perspective first. Johnnie's perspective If you read my wife's version about how much I enjoyed wearing her panties please let me explain myself. Not only did Cin help me realize and accept my fetish but she freed my inner submissive and bisexuality. I'm not here to refute nor challenge Cin's interpretation of anything. It's...
It had been almost two months since I moved here to start university. So far I hadn't had much luck finding new friends and yet again I found myself strolling down-town to pass the time. Once I reached the end of the shopping street, I continued into the huge upscale department store towering over the city centre. I took the escalators up to the menswear de...
Even knowing that I would need to figure tonight out somehow, I couldn't help but smile. What an incredible night. I made myself a coffee and sat at the table, still wearing my special lingerie. I tried to focus on my posture, sitting with my shoulders back, back arched and chest forward. I crossed my legs in a feminine fashion and sipped my coffee delicatel...
By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started... OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON?? The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were f...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
It had been an exciting experience. I jerked off two more times once I got home that night, focusing more on the thought that I had taken such a large step in turning myself gay. I certainly didn't feel any different, I just did what gay guys do, suck cock. Of a random guy they solicited off Craigslist, chiding myself for the thought. But it was one of many...