"Sorry I'm late," I said, out of breath, "I got held up in traffic and the parking is horrendous at this time." "I'd given up on you," said Geeta, "you're my last client. Everyone's gone home, and I was about to shut the salon." "It's OK, though ... isn't it?" "Of course it is ... let's see what you're in for," she said, fingering through the appointments...
When you first walk into this club, all you can see through the cigar and cigarette smoke, is the glint from the rhinestones on the evening gowns worn by some of the most exotic and most beautiful women imaginable. The lights hanging above shine in a kind of entrancing pattern to catch and hypnotize the unwary, and of course seduce. The music moves through t...
This story is the third and final part of my story that began with "A High School Bet" (in "First Time" section) and continued with "Jesse's Forfeit" (in "Transsexuals and Crossdressers" section). Although it may exist as a standalone story it may help to have read those stories first to understand what has happened up to this point. *** The prom was the e...
There it was in my inbox, the summons: "You are to join me in the States for two weeks. Make your excuses to your friends and family. Be convincing. A friend from school is ill, something like that. Be creative. "When you get to the departure lounge at the airport, go into the Ladies Room. Change into what's in your carry-on. You can wear a coat and heels....
Tonight is girls' night in. I've been looking forward to this night forever, it seems. I'll have you all to myself for at least four hours, hopefully more. Dinner is simmering on the stove and the aroma of Mexican spices floats throughout the house. The doorbell rings and I rush to greet you. You're adorable, all bundled up to ward off the cold, and my breat...
PROLOGUE: Nicole had been living at the Saint Agatha's Orphanage in Cottonwood, Rhode Island, for just over a year now; her 18th birthday a few days away. She'd come to stay at the orphanage when her parents had both perished in horrific train accident while traveling from Rhode Island to New York for an Easter celebration; she was nearly 17 at the time and...
"Oh Shit!" I cursed as I lined up at the end of a long, slow moving immigration lineup. After a long trans-atlantic flight, I just wanted to check into my hotel and stand under a hot shower. Five or six plane loads of men, women and screaming children had lined up ahead of me. It was a warm humid day and the air-conditioners were fighting a losing battle to...
The story that you are about to read happened to me about a year ago. Since then, my life has taken an adventurous turn opening new doors and living out a few dark fantasies that I only dream of. For various reasons, the location, names, and some of the events have been altered to provide some anonymity. About a year ago, I was a country club wife enjoying...
"Feel it, it's so big." Sara pressed her boyfriend's hand against a lump in her throat. "Does it hurt? "No it just feels like a lump I guess." "You should see a doctor." "I know. I already have an appointment. Will you take me there? I hate driving." "Sure babe." Phil smiled and reached for her hand. "Everything will be fine. You're probably just alle...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...