This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered males. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further ......... other wise enjoy It is best if read with previous chapters. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue......
We met on the net. How modern. He was shy and nervous, very much like I was though if anything even more cautious. Being a closet cross dresser with a life outside my apartment door my main aim was discretion and major fear -- discovery. Charles appeared to be perfect for my yearning to fulfill my fantasies and spice up my solo adventures. We chatted online...
The warm wind blew softly through the bedroom window of Domina Katarina's apartment, gently rustling the curtains and carrying with it the faint trace of the ocean in the distance, waves glistening and sparkling in the suns bright after noon light. She could feel the wind on her, her beautiful golden hair slightly moving, as she sat on her bed reading her iP...
After the events of yesterday, I slept hard. I'm not exactly sure what time we fell asleep, but I woke up from a combination of the sun hitting our room and a hardening big black cock in my mouth. I can't believe I slept the whole night in lingerie with Big Daddy's cock resting in my mouth and my right hand clutched onto it like a stuffed animal. Instinc...
Author’s acknowledgement and a short note… a plea, actually: First and foremost, I want to thank the Lit members who cast their votes and made Chapter 2 of Bigger Bites of Taboo Apples the Interracial Story of the Year. This is an honor I never expected to come my way when I first began posting my humble offerings. Even more, I want to personally thank al...
This Episode: A Chance Encounter - Part Two Masters is the name. Cindy Masters. I'm a detective. I get $50 a day and expenses, $75 if I can get it. I got to Won Huong-Lo's and ordered a bowl of chop suey. Won was a chubby looking guy with a basket between his legs that resembled a hamster munching on carrot, a sight that made me give thanks for the fact...
Her garments rustled, and the folds cascaded over her curvaceous form. She reached her hand to adjust the leather of his harness taut across his nipples. He felt the leather strap pull tight across his body, leaning into the harness, he smiled and looked up to her, receiving her soft words whispered. "You are a gift to me, darling pet. A treasure to behold...
Clothes, my darlings, are very important for a bitch. Clothes control the cock, after all, and not just your own. It's why I love shopping. Sex and shopping. Shopping for sex. And if you're me, you know that sometimes, on your best days, you can have sex while shopping. I have had some of my best fucks in stores. Tongues that darted into my cunt. Mouths tha...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
(Serious thanks to the editors that have to deal with me. They are the gate-keepers, and still have to read every story submitted. Again Thanks!) Chapter 5 Routines and Wailing Michelle wasn't the only lesbian woman that was enslaved to be a breeder. In the client schedule of two months, with some 30 clients, 3 preferred women over men. It made my job mor...