This story came to me recently after observing one of my fellow travellers on a train. A young woman hobbled down the corridor and sat down very slowly and carefully opposite me. I fantasised what had happened to her and this's the result. There's some fetish content in it so if that upsets you please go elsewhere now! All characters are over the age of 18...
Summary: 18-year-old discovers her powerful sexual persona. Note 1: This is the first of potentially many shemale stories starring the beautiful seductress Kara... Note 2: Thanks to... Tex Beethoven, Robert, and David for editing this story. Shemale Beauty: 1st Female Conquest Everyone has hobbies. For most people, hobbies can be activities like trav...
The rest of the week was a blur as I thought about nothing than the upcoming date with Trent. Saturday morning rolled around and I was up early. I had made an appointment with Dr. Kelly about some things that had been on my mind for the last week. I didn't tell Mom or Susan about it, I just left them a note and said that I would be back in time for shopping....
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter nine After they made love a second time in the little cabin, Frankie and Kay got dressed and headed back to the Bobar cabin. "I forgot to tell you," Frankie told his companion as they walked through the woods. "Mom came to my room to talk about you and me after breakfast." "A...about me...uh......
It's odd how you tell one car from another just by sound, but I knew it was Aunt Em when I heard the car pull into the driveway. She's not actually my aunt. She and Mom were college roommates and have been joined-at-the-hip best friends ever since. Her parents stuck her with the name Frances Marie. Everyone calls her Marie except Mom, who calls her Frankie....
Chapter One - In the Beginning My name is Charles Ankersby. Well, at least it used to be, and this is the story of my life. It tells the tale of how I came to be Karen Miller. No, you're wrong. This isn't just another autobiography of a transsexual. I'm a transgenderist and, if you're not aware of it, that's a whole different thing. It's an almost true sto...
Three years ago my nineteen year old white daughter drove along with me five hours north from our home in Southern Indiana to a city on the shoreline of Lake Michigan. Now I had always suspected that Bethany was sexually active since she was close to twenty, but I did not realize that her preferences included black men. I must preface this story with the fa...
I am lucky, very lucky. Sometimes I think I have a little guardian angel sitting on my shoulder (on my bra strap) leading my life down lucky lanes that ultimately lead to good things - good things I really don't deserve. I'm going to skip through a lot of time now. It's time to draw my story of a young lad, or young lady, to a close. Both Sharon and I att...
This is another Mrs. Jones story but it will have two parts. Each Mrs. Jones story can be read by itself. Comments are always helpful and this character owes a lot to people who sent comments including some who are a lot like Mrs. Jones. Thank you. If you include an email in your feedback, I always try to reply. I hope you enjoy part one. ***** Mrs. Jones...
Part I: Nadine I had arrived in France the week before for my junior year of college, and I was already in the hospital. I had been hit by a car while riding my bike, and if nothing else, I had learned to be more careful. My French, which I had thought was pretty good before leaving the States, was about as broken as my body. Fortunately there wasn't too m...