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READERS: The story of Kitten is beginning to cross boundaries into other genres. Just as Kitten has changed and evolved, so is his story changing and evolving. ***** Chapter 14 SEDUCED AND SISSIFIED "What's this, let's see. Oh I feel sexy . What's come over me? Oh, here it comes again. Oh I feel released. Bad times deceased My confidence has increased. R...
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...
Ever since I was young , I loved baseball. Not as a player rather as a spectator. This led me to join my University's baseball team. Compared to other baseball teams, the team had strict requirements on who can stay in the team. I was a freshman in the University and had never played baseball or other sports in my life. As a result, I was completely behind i...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
I was home that Saturday evening when Fynn, my boyfriend, wrote me a message asking if I was home. I usually waitress on Saturdays, so it was normal that he should ask. I told him I wasn't home, even though I was, because I wanted to surprise him with a chocolate cake that I had bought for him and put in the fridge. I hid in the kitchen until I heard the fr...
All comments and criticism welcome. My Boss, My Master: Losing it I kept up my office routine, even though I knew Mr. Compton was out of town and might not be back for the rest of the week. Each morning, I would stop in the lobby restroom, change into a pair of panties and then head to my office. I quickly found that I liked the feel of women's underw...
Please read Research part one first. ***** "So in summation I submit that although a certain portion of the male population engages in homosexual acts, they aren't homosexual at all. No, they are under-endowed males who wish they could have heterosexual relationships but whom women shun. Through aggressive parenting, peer pressure, and social activities th...
It was usually the same way. The room would still be dark. It was always early and quiet. Saturday mornings usually were. Jim would lay on his back and his flaccid cock would lie draped to one side. I would slip out of bed and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I would slip back between the cotton sheets and inch my way down to my sleeping lover's cock....
AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- I was a quiet boy ever since the beginning,...