My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transgender slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been changed. This is who I am. A special thanks to Shy Girl Whore for her help with polishing this story!...
When classes actually started at Worland, Chiyo felt a bit disappointed. She was hoping to have real sex on the classrooms, but the lessons she learned were all theoretical. Mostly about safety and ethics, which was definitely important (specially for the kinkier side of sex Chiyo would experience on Worland) but not what was marketed to potential students....
It was a nice Friday night, and my friend Diamond and I were getting ready to go to this exclusive swinger party. It was easy to mistake us as a couple because of the strong chemistry we had. Although she was like a little sister to me, I often wondered how sex would be with her. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," I said. "I should have known...
My name is Jeremy Saint Pierre. A six-foot-three, kind of chubby but still handsome, short-haired black man with dark brown skin and pale brown eyes. At first glance, I seem like any minority youth in the big city. Strolling down the street in my black leather jacket, red T-shirt, blue jeans and Texan-style black boots. I'm thrice a minority, folks. And not...
"What if you worked for me?" "Work for you?" June looked at him. "I don't know how to do anything, Malcolm. I haven't had a job in an office in—" "No," he said with a big laugh, "not that kind of work." "You mean, hooking for you with you as my pimp?" "Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah, I guess. Only, I'd call it more of an escort service."...
I had spent a very pleasant evening down in Poole with the rest of the football team for the end of season meal. I was driving though and whilst others had made their way into Mint; I had decided that my evening was done. Returning to my car I started off on my journey home, living in Wimborne I figured on empty roads I would be back at my flat in fifteen mi...
Sitting at the computer in my office, the problem wasn't solving itself. I needed a break. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaned back, stretched my arms, moaned audibly and then decided to take a walk. I pushed my chair back from my desk, stood up and headed for the door. "Just taking a break Janine" I said to my secretary as I passed her. She looked up...
Dear readers of Literotica, After discovering my husband's penchant to write stories that would partially reflect some of our real-life experiences, I thought I would write to tell you of an experience that truly happened. My husband Simon has been a fan of Literotica for a few years now and enjoys some of the stories immensely. The Loving Wives section is...
"I cannot take sides, I don't have that luxury," Margarethe spoke slowly, carefully, as if reciting an oft used and hard learnt text. "It does not matter what my personal feelings are, I cannot take sides, I can only act for the good of all." Margarethe paused, looking deep into Lucy's eyes, for a moment she hesitated, then, "Perhaps your friend can be of mo...
(A work of unmitigated fiction. No person of the author's acquaintance could ever qualify for the precincts of this story.) Lavender Blue panties CH 6 (Conclusion) Yesterday at 2:10 p.m. I had just begun my scheduled three-hour seminar that Lisa Gomez Alexander assures me will "inflate and elevate" my chronically sagging libido from a 1.5 to 1.75 gold st...