My heart was pounding as I walked up the three flights of stairs in the old apartment building. It has obviously been built in the late 1950's before more modern building codes were enacted. The staircase was wide and solid. The paint was a drab green. I reached the third floor and opened the door into the hall. Aromas of ethnic cooking filled my nostrils as...
[Just wanted to thank all of my readers who took the time to vote and made Chapter 1 of "Trying It On For Size" the number 1 Transsexual story on Literotica. Thanks for all the great feedback too - it seems there are a lot of would be Kellys out there. Enjoy chapter 2. - Kelmag] I looked up and saw the low slung scrotum swaying above my eyes, the long, th...
In my first year at college, I had a boyfriend, David, who lived in a shared house with 4 other students, one of whom was his cousin Huw. I was his first lover, and he quickly progressed from inexperienced fumblings, to more accomplished sex with me. I'm not even sure we truly liked each other very much -- but we did enjoy sex together and seemed to fill a n...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
David heard the TV faintly in the background of his breathing and his heartbeat. He sat awkwardly on the leather sofa, arms restrained in leather arm splints, frustrating devices of restraint that allowed the use of his hands for long distance manipulation, but allowed no close-in usage for scratching, eating or drinking. All his nutritional sustenance was c...
After the glorious sex with Mistress Celia, Frank spent the rest of that day doing housework with Justin. His mind was all awhirl. To all outside appearances, Mistress Celia seemed to be the beautiful woman he had lusted after when she was a waitress at his favorite bar, but now he knew that underneath her clothes she hid a wonderful piece of man-meat. His n...
I am coming around slowly and starting to remember what happened. Jack had given me some address and I followed his directions to the place where some lady was waiting for me. I can hardly recall how we got acquainted with her though... I think her name is Barbara. Yeah, right, Barbara. She looked so sweet. But what happened after I met her? I think we went...
This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. First, a little about me. As I write this I am a Black, sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started in my 30's. At 30 years old I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
The Group I wasn't sure what to wear and George was no help at all. I decided it had to be something middle of the road ... not too dowdy ... not too risqué. I settled on a thin blouse and a figure-hugging knee-length skirt. Knowing my blouse would not conceal my bra I chose a white one with lots of lace. The only way to avoid any panty lines with this skir...