Notes to Reader: (1) A lot of this is fiction; much is fact. (2) Cross dressing in marriage is a difficult situation; acceptance of it comprises three entities: husband, wife, couple. (3) Nobody CHOOSES to be a cross dresser, so please don't demean yourself (the reader) by macho dismissal and criticism. Lawyers, plumbers, truckers: anyone can be one. Most...
Katherine's key jammed against the lock to her apartment door as she fumbled with it in her shaking hands. The brown paper bag of groceries balanced with one arm against her hip threatened to topple, and Kate's twisted posture barely kept it upright. A million terrified, adrenalin fueled thoughts fought for dominance under the buzzing neon light as she despe...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
Vicky had left Kim in the cage whilst he went away to see if her mistress was ready. Kim speculated on what new test the Red Queen would come up with. She was finding it hard to think what it might be. She had already been subjected to torments that exceeded her imagination and couldn't think what new twists the ruler of Nemesisland would come up with. She s...
The second suitcase packed, Emma plopped down on the bed. I finished looking around the hotel suite, making sure we weren't forgetting anything. Main room - check. Bathroom - check. Balcony - check. Bedroom - check. Just our bags in here. And Emma, of course. I smiled at her. It was hard to believe our honeymoon was coming to an end. Only an hour or so befor...
Chapter 1 The Set-Up My little sexual, I don't know, perversions, fetishes, twists on the normal, has never been exposed, displayed, nor shared...period. It never hurts anyone or affects my interaction with daily life (though it probably has contributed to my difficulty developing relationships). It is one of the few absolute secrets I have kept from the w...
You said goodnight. You're calls had been similar most nights, long drawn out pauses between statements about your day or the latest gossip from your respective friend groups. “I love you,” you whispered at the end of the call, she whispered the response. You felt a pang as you knew for the next 8 hours she’d be off the grid and you’d experience the crushing...
I love sex, but for the most part, I hate pornography. As a cinematic and literary genre, porno is to sex as the romance genre is to love. That is to say, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a series of simple-minded cliches. Worse than this, pornography robs sex not only of its complexities, but also of its beauty. Porn is ugly. It ref...
It might seem like a bizarre question now but at the time it seemed like a particularly relevant one. I lay there wondering "How the hell did Mistress produce so much urine?" I know that that might seem like a random thought but, frankly, it was the only thing currently taking my mind off the painful throbbing and pulsing sensation that accompanied the uncom...
Chapter 3 - Meeting John When she woke up, it took Jane a couple of moments to figure out where she was. She was lying on a strange bed, sunlight flooding into an unfamiliar bedroom with a warm body lying next to her. Her head was throbbing with pain and she felt the need to go find a water faucet and drink it dry. Everything hit her with the intensity an...