I'm standing in my socks, bra, and panties, looking at my closet like a fifteen-year-old girl on the first day of high school. For the last decade of my life, I've had two types of outfits; my uniform, and slut ware. Now I'm supposed to show up in a suit with short heels like a professional? I have only a few items that almost work, and they're for funerals....
*Author's Note: Anny and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Kampala Afrika Jefferson hurriedly searched for some clean clothing. It was already after seven o'clock. She had to g...
This is the third installment in what has become a series. Hopefully, this story can be read enjoyably on its own. However, reading the first two installments will provide better context and show the development of the characters. ***** Even though Sara had agreed with the plan that Mike would fuck Cassie and I would fuck Sandy, I expected Sara to be, if n...
Prefix: A continuation of my sissy maid and slut journey. I hope you all do enjoy my unfolding story here. I am writing further chapters with hopes to give you all a semblance of some of my sissy ideas and thoughts so that these may excite you as the reader. I will try hard to keep each chapter on an exciting flow of what I feel may be life of a full time si...
Chapter Seventeen: Two T-girls On A Honeymoon. "Good morning Hun." as Kerri enters our kitchen and kisses me. "Good morning Babe. All packed and ready to go?" I reply. "Yes, Chan, so looking forward to our Honeymoon." "Umm Yeah Kerri, I'm gonna have a blast with you by my side. Last night with our family and friends at the night club was a nice way to wr...
Down But Not Out. My name is Clarissa. My story begins a few weeks after my 25th birthday. In fact, I'll start my story from when I was running, early in the morning, on a hot spring day because this is where my new journey started, this is the day that I first began to question myself. I like to keep myself in shape, I have no desire to be skinny, but I...
Chloe Adams was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming where she lived with her family until she turned eighteen. She was the youngest and only daughter of her parents' five children. Her family owned a well respected farm in the valley and daily life for her was not unlike that of a ranch hand on any other farm in the country. Growing up with four brothers had its shar...
Thanks for your votes and comments. This is a non-erotic science-fiction story, the latest in the series of stand-alone short stories featuring Hana Jeffries. It's the story I promised at the end of Every Man's Fantasy, chapter 27. There are some tie-ins to the Every Man's Fantasy series, where the story fits in between chapters 27 and 28. I hope you enjo...
Chapter Fifteen: A Big Decision and Telling Mikel. Helen and I are dressed and ready to go to the ladies gym for a morning workout. I love this and dressing in my girlie workout clothes. Today I am going all black, a black leotard, black tights and black ladies shorts. I am going to contrast with my bright pink trainers. My now comfy long, just below my sho...
Kim looked at her watch. It was 1:47 by its time and she was just pulling up in front of Mr. Jeffries’s house. It was a lavish southwestern style estate with pygmy palm trees garnishing the front entrance. The walk was paved with large stones instead of cement and the grounds were impeccably kept. Kim looked down at the business card Rachael had given her a...