Typical. Of all the days for my parents to be too busy to pick me up from school band practice, it had to be today. It's raining and cold and I'm stuck walking home. I'm Pete and I turned 18 last month. With it, my parents gave me some extra freedom, although I was still not allowed to use the car to drive to school and relied on my parents to pick me up on...
This story is dedicated to Kept Sissy who was so instrumental in helping me understand my urges. I was in the final phase of getting my Doctorate in psychology. My dissertation was to be on the difference between transgender boys, homosexuals, and sissies. You see, the transgender feels as though they were born with the wrong physical sex organs whereas i...
I wondered what he could tell about me that no one at home or the office—at least I hoped and always had thought—knew. He had introduced himself as Hal when he'd appeared beside me in Business Class and I'd stood from my aisle seat so that he could get over to the window. He'd had a friendly smile, and if I hadn't been busy during the first two hours over th...
Chapter 15: First Date Yuri is putting on her light green scrubs on as she walks down the hall. She stopped as she peered into Adam's half-open door, she touched the doorknob to ease it closed, but then looked up, "Awwww~" She cooed as she smiled. "Hey Yuri," Said Jamal, "I can't find the cord to the PS3 controller, have you-" "Shhhh!" She hushed him, "C'...
Hoshi a once sexually innocent youth of Eighteen years is hanging out wearing only a pair of pink six inch platform high heels, with his toes and nails painted a similar color. Hoshi's mouth was just filled to the overflowing with his friend's Dion's cum. Hoshi is Japanese, from his mother's side, with shoulder length black hair, long lashes small nose and f...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action and forced sex. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly fantasy of mine. I think I have a problem. I'm always horny and wanting to fuck someone or to be fucked by someone. Is that normal? I sometimes wonder about my life; is it getti...
Part One: Strangers on a Train (or - In Flagrante Locomotis) ©1999 * * * It was like being a child again. Rayne Wylde leaned out of the sash window in the corridor of the Virgin Intercity train and sucked deeply on a cigarette, watching as the last trickle of early morning commuters hustled across the platform and into carriages, some wrestling with c...
Driving from one client to another on the outskirts of Detroit, I knew I would be passing a rest stop that was a known cruisy spot. I was wearing a tight pair of purple satin thong panties under my clothes, and was feeling Horny. I pulled onto the off ramp, I could see several cars parked in front of the side walk leading to the restroom building. As I came...