"Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe." The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkle...
Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally...
This is the third of a three part series. Please read Part One and Two first for the character's backgrounds. The story so far: Hal and Rona are a married couple from Kansas who lead fairly mild, vanilla lives. Rona has an obsession with watching Ru Paul's Drag Race on TV. Hal enjoys it too. He really loves how excited Rona gets when she watches it. For th...
The Hostess' smile radiated a sort of vulpine cleverness, with teeth so white they were on the verge of inventing a new color for them, called Pristine Truth. He'd heard of her, of course; it was said her beauty was etched onto the mind of every person who entered The Club, and if you were lucky, she forced you to your knees to worship her. He hoped he would...
The day had finally come when Peter and Mickey were able to get together in person again. It had been over a year since they first started interacting online, just as friends over a shared interest. Peter had always thought Mickey was quite attractive, but he'd always been a sucker for a girl with glasses. Then they met at a convention, and Peter confirmed t...
Note: This writing contains scat, piss, and (because this is relevant and about my personal experience) is related to being transgender. If this isn't your cup of tea, no problem! It won't hurt to skip over this one. I briefly cover something that may trigger dysphoria in trans men. Also, this is my first post here (and first sex themed piece of writing in g...
November is fast approaching which means NaNoWriMo season will soon be upon us. For those that don't know about it NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a creative writing challenge whereby a writer tries to write a 50,000+ word novel in the month of November. Our challenge here will be a different one but in the same spirit of encouraging writing and...
A/N: For all my struggling trans girls, I wrote this one for you. Keep on keepin' on, I believe in you! *** Waking up in the morning was the worst. Carla had known better than to take morning classes- this was her third year now, she was too mature for rookie mistakes like that- but fuck, she was not a morning person. Even though it couldn't have been mu...
I was 18 years old and itching to have sex like every normal teenager. Years of jerking off to porn had only expanded my imagination and made me want to fuck a girl even more. I was turned on by just about anything and everything except gay porn. Even watching shemales, got me extremely excited because I did not think of them as guys. I thought of myself as...
Most people like to have a mind's eye picture of what the narrator of a first person story looks like, and since this is a true autobiographical story about my personal quest for gender identification, sexual orientation and self-realization, it's probably important to the narrative, too. Physically, then and now, I'm almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, n...