CHAPTER 1 The clothing trade was in my blood. Living in Leeds it was almost synonymous with being Jewish. Our people escaping pogroms had not been able to carry much, but with needles and skill they started to set up businesses in overcrowded slums in the poorest part of the city. As things got better, the Jewish community steadily moved north into better...
I Love My Breasts! Yes, that's what I said. "I love my breasts! Boobs! Knocker! Honkers! Fun Bags! Tatas! Tits!" It all started many, many years ago. I loved stealing glances of my father's Penthouse and Playboy collection. I could barely wait for my parents to leave so I could sneak a copy back to my room, lay naked on my bed and beat one out. I had to ta...
Continuing Explorations - with Gina? After that first night with Maria, I was a bit confused about how I felt about what had happened, but rapidly decided that I wanted to see her again, and experience more of it. I called her later that day, to thank her for a wild night and to make plans to see her again – as soon and as often as possible. On our second...
Background: This is based on a true story and honestly will be about 90% correct right from my memory. I mean why not write as close to the truth as I can when the truth is a plenty good story. I did try my best to edit this and if it is a hit and I write more then I may get someone to help me review it but for the mean time this is just purely writing to r...
Gabrielle McBeth had a good life. She and her husband, Antonio, were 28 years old and had been married for six years. They had an eight year-old son named Aiden Antonio and a five year-old daughter named Ava Gabrielle. Her husband was an industrious fellow who flipped houses for a living earning just over six figures a year. She was able to be a stay-at-home...
"Eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love." ― Bill Hicks The Polynesian TGirl gripped my balls and aching member through the glory hole, as she sucked my friend in the adjacent booth, at the swing club. Her feminine fingers traced each weighty vein in my shaft ― which was dripping in flavored lube. It was the first time Sienna had...
It was a year since Carl had taken me in the cellar of that bar. Paulie and I had moved to a large apartment courtesy of an unexpected inheritance from his father. I should really say "her" father, we had started using feminine pro-nouns for each other somewhere along the line, no one could remember when. We now both had large bedrooms, lots of living space...
Mohamed sent me a link to a voice training regime for trans girls and gave me three days time to learn how to talk "properly". He said he'd call me today for my test. I skipped class again and stayed home awaiting the call. If I didn't answer or failed the test, he threatened to "make me regret it" the next time we met. All day I practiced my voice for fear...
"May I assist you with anything else, Sir?" Jeeves asked again, his digital voice exactly the same as before. Brian was losing patience. "No, damn it, shut up!" "I am... sorry, Sir." Jeeves said. He returned his plastic head to a forward-facing position, making his usual servo-pneumatic whirring sound as he did. Brian took a deep breath and reminded himse...
"Eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love." ― Bill Hicks The Polynesian TGirl gripped my balls and aching member through the glory hole, as she sucked my friend in the adjacent booth, at the swing club. Her feminine fingers traced each weighty vein in my shaft ― which was dripping in flavored lube. It was the first time Sienna had...