I don't even know where to start. I've been cross dressing ever since I was a young girl, I mean boy. I have always been jealous of women. They get to wear the prettiest clothes. They get to wear makeup and make themselves look beautiful, as if they weren't born beautiful already. I have loved wearing panties and bras and dresses and makeup for as long as I...
As you may have noticed, I have changed the category description to "Romance". For the patient, and those willing to continue, there are more erotic couplings to come. Thanks again for your encouraging comments! ****************************** Jake hosted the next bridge night. He had a typical bachelor pad. I would have expected some feminine touches, with...
Note: This story is the fifty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing m...
I'm not a gambling man. I've been to casinos, horse races, too. But I never wager too much. I'm happy if I break even or come home a few bucks ahead. It's not that I don't like the excitement of a score, I'm just not addicted to the high of it. But my work took me to a small casino town. If this were Atlantic City or Vegas I could take in a show and skip the...
I looked each way as I exited the room. Thankfully, the elevator was only about four doors down and the hall was quiet. With my bag in tow I walked to the elevator pushing the button, my reflection in full view in the polished elevator door. I stood there, for a few moments as if in a trance as I stared at myself, still in disbelief. Also, embarrassed a bi...
"It's okay, I know you'll be allowed in. The club is eighteen and up," Victoria Justice told her sister Madison as she parked in the lot next to the Pangea Lounge in their hometown on Hollywood, Florida. "Awesome! I've been looking forward to this for weeks," newly eighteen year old Madison said as she exited the BMW. The young brunette sisters casually ap...
'Ding Dong!' 'Ding Dong!' Hearing the second ring Claire Dunphy cleared her throat loudly, looking up from the dishes: "Haley would you get that please?" Staring down at her phone, the beautiful young girl continued to ignore her surroundings, tapping away infuriatingly as her weary mother looked on. "Haley!" Finally looking up, the eldest Dunphy sibli...
I am an early thirties single dad, divorced after just 4 years of marriage. I don't trust my son with just anyone so I use the same babysitter from when my wife and I were married. She still babysits for me even though she is in college. She says she loves my son and would not trust him with anyone else either. She is very protective of him. Allie, the 19 y...
Prelude to The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage: Until Death Do We Part or Divorce. A descriptive definition that contradicts itself, what is perfectly imperfect? We're all perfectly imperfect in one way or another, with some more and some less to some degree than others. No one and nothing is perfect. That's life and that's the problem with being human. We al...