This story follows on from Sammi's Gloved Surprise and is response to some kind readers who wanted to know what happened next. ***** George sat in the dimly lit bar talking to Sammi, trying to make out as much of her strong, gorgeous features as he could and watching her bring her glass to her exquisitely painted lips to take a sip of her drink. Although o...
I was out walking one night, a walk i used to make with my girlfriend. We had just broken up a few days ago. I don't know why I was walking here again, the memories weren't good ones. She had cheated on me with my best friend. Anyways, I was walking this familiar path through the city streets when I met a very beautiful woman. She was tall and slender with b...
Me and a buddy decided to go see a rock concert at the Great Western Forum (that's what the Staples Center was called back then). I was 21 at the time, horny all the time and could never get enough pussy. So we go to the concert in our own cars since his brother lived nearby and he was going there afterward to hang-out for the weekend... no problem. So, aft...
Continuing the story of young transvestite Roberta and her adventures with Margaret and John. I have also received the following letter which is a little worrying. Dear Yano, I'm very sorry it has taken me so long to send the next part of my story, things have been very strained over the past few months and particularly between me and Margaret since I got...
Michele sat sobbing as she told Sarina about being taken forcibly by Jamhal, the Cabal's vicious pimp. She told Sarina how Jamhal had justified his actions because Michele was no longer unsullied. "Sullied, unsullied - it means nothing to the Cabal. You are their property and it is forbidden for anyone to touch you other than the Cabal or those they have g...
Chapter Three: My Saturday Meeting with Kerri. Well another busy but fun week for myself as Mistress Chantel begins to wrap up. It's a bright, sunny Saturday morning about 7:30am. My typical femme routine is to shower, dry off, moisturize with fragrant, moisturizing cream then to shave my face. Luckily for me in recent months I have begun to use a beard ret...
This is the continuation of the story "How I became a Filthy Tranny Slave" where a young man who lives out his fantasy of dressings as a transvestite and being defiled is abducted Ch. 02: Tranny Slave Is Imprisoned When I woke up from my drug induced coma it took a few minutes to adjust and analyze my new setting. It feels like I had been out for days, pos...
This is a fictional story written for a fan about their sex life. If anyone else has a story they'd like written for them about fact or fictional events feel free to message me. As always please leave comments or constructive criticism so I can make your pleasure better! * It was Monday afternoon. Joel had taken the day as an opportunity to work from home...
Over the next few weeks things really started to settle in at work. Emily was being more than accepted, she was being lauded. Emily, feeling much more comfortable as a woman, started being a much better worker. The quality of work that Emily was producing was far superior to Mike's work. She was featured on the company's intranet site as an inspiring story....
What's up people? The name is Suleiman Bashir and I'm a big and tall Black Muslim man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm forty two years old and happily married to a six-foot-tall, curvy and gorgeous Black woman named Maryam Ibrahim-Bashir. We are a professional couple, devout Sunni Muslims, and we're extremely happy together. I'm a...