(It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. In the grounds of Spathford Grange Academy for Girls I had been captured by five pretty 19 year old girls named Ingrid, Kasandra, Emily, Norika and Sarah. They had stripped me naked and had begun taking an interest in 'facesitting' me in their dormitory and mak...
It was the late 1960's. I was a young lad traveling about Europe, running low on money. In desperation I ended up staying with family friends, Mr and Mrs Hull, in England. They were odd people and their plain Jane oldish daughter stuck in a small village house looking after her ageing parents was even odder. They made it pretty obvious from the start that th...
My work takes me away a lot, and of course I miss my girlfriend. She's one of these delicious petite brunettes, with pale English skin and dusky red lips. She's very tactile, and her flesh is so soft and pillowy it makes you want to lay your head on her and sleep the sleep of a child. When you rest your head against her large breasts, you feel like you would...
Julia, the air hostess view 1 So there I was in the early sixties, a spotty faced schoolboy sitting at the dining table minding my own business. My mother was in the kitchen when there was a knock on the kitchen door. It was Julia. She was the daughter of our rather posh, prim and proper neighbours. Julia was in her late twenties and was, in my eyes extr...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
I don't know why I had left them so exposed – usually I kept them well hidden, even when I wasn't expecting anybody to be coming around. I suppose I had just been careless the last time I'd worn them, but it was still a stupid mistake to make. It's true Lauren's visit was unexpected – why the hell would she be coming round my place? I mean, she was a good fr...
Jane learns to take the upper hand The sex in our marriage was becoming a bit samey as both me and my wife are not very assertive so I thought I would try to spice it up a bit. My wife, Jane was brought up by her grandparents and she seems to have internalised their rather outdated attitudes towards women's lib so I searched around on the internet and found...
For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed the company of girls and women to that of men; probably because I was brought up by a single mother with three much older sisters. We weren't quite 'outsiders' in our small town but my Mother and eldest sisters Joan and Susan had what you would call 'reputations' as 'party girls' and even Karen managed to get pregna...
This story is a follow up to the 'Bedroom Research' stories. * I think my minds been messed with; a few months back I would not have dreamed of dressing up in girls clothes but now I was looking forward to a special delivery. Mandy had told me what to order and I had been busy on line picking out a nice pair of frilly pink panties and a pretty sissy dress....
I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...