Whilst this is written as a story that can stand on its own it is also a continuation of an earlier submission 'the bad Teddy Bare.' Oh joy. I have, for the first time in my life, a real live supplicant of my very own. Now just fancy that if you can. Me, Christine Walters, fat, fifty and widow of this parish has pulled a dishy slim young man of twenty od...
Chapter one gives a lot of character development and background that will not be repeated here. This can be a stand alone story but is probably better enjoyed with the first chapter having been read beforehand. All characters are above the age of eighteen when any sexual activity takes place. ***** "The time has come to step up our training." Tonya said t...
__________ 20 __________ A cawing rooster awakened us the next morning, something which I hadn't experienced since childhood at my Grandfather's orange farm in Phoenix. Lifting my head, I peered at my phone which read five thirty AM on the dot, sheesh, it's already Saturday... I set my head back onto the pillow and pulled Andrea closer to me, the rooster co...
Chapter 2: The Party The week was very busy getting ready for the party. All of Auntie's staff was invited, plus several students and professors that I didn't know. Well, this presented me with a small problem: Not all of them knew I was transsexual. I asked Auntie if I could wear a wrap skirt in order not to freak anybody out. She told me with a bit of a s...
"I don't believe it!" I sat on the couch in my aunt Tywrella's house, staring into the startled face of my mother, Renisha. Auntie Ty stood behind her with Uncle Revis at her side, his mouth hanging open as well. I had just told them the most important news of my life. Being twenty-three and a new college graduate, I was excited about finding a job in my c...
I had been caught red handed. My kinky secret was now known by the stewardess of my local club. At 45 years of age, without a girlfriend, my world was about to change. Of course this was a fantasy dream, but everything was so real. Stewardess Jean Drummond Lloyd was 58 years of age. Sixteen stone of obesity, with short, blonde, curly hair. This was going gr...
Dear reader, permit me to refresh your memory by repeating the last few sentences of part 3. When I got up in the morning Razia was still fast asleep. I shaved and had a relaxing shower. As I was about to wear my dressing gown Razia opened her eyes and yawned, 'Lover you are up early. Have you had tea?' 'No I was thinking of taking it on the terrace. I n...
My name is Paul and I seem always to have had a fascination with women's underwear, especially girdles, corsetry, bras, stockings, suspenders and so on. As an 18-year old teenager, in 1969, the family went on holiday to the Norfolk Broads. On the way back, a detour was made to the Spirella factory at Letchworth, Hertfordshire. There were many women, men and...
Four weeks had passed, training and traveling to meet Anna's customers. Men who liked being spanked, men who liked being tied, men who liked the idea of something a little different from their socially prevalent wives and their socially prevalent teas and parties. Anna's group had formed a nice routine in those four weeks while continuing to train Shawn. She...
Once upon a time lived a wood-cutter and his wife, who had one little eighteen year old girl that they cherished more than life. She was very pretty, with sweet blue eyes and golden hair; and she'd turn all the boys heads when she walked and her tits were quite a lovely pair. In the next village lived her aunt who was thirty years old, who loved her so much...