At 50 years old, I have started to have kinky thoughts about older women. This fantasy that I am about to narrate to you concerns three neighbours of mine. Between them their ages total 200 years. They have found out that I'm a kinky sissy, but this seems to make them crave for more sexual activity. The eldest of the three Joan Harries, encourages the other...
Ah, ha!—Come, some music! Come, the recorders!—Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 * I used to work around the corner from that church, and I remembered the day the fire tore through the building. There was a lot of snow. It was in December, about ten days before Christmas. The fire trucks had a tough time getting through. It took years to rebuild the church, and by...
XLIII At last the day of Josephine and Charlotte’s wedding came along. A day Charlotte had been dreading but looking forward to so much. At last she could put a seal on the love she felt towards her lover. At last she would be able to say to the world that Josephine was the one for her, and that it was her intention to stay with her until death did them...
Finally after two weeks of guard duty, honors and working on gear all the time we would have a long weekend of liberty again. An odd thing happened to me on the 2000 to 2400 shift on Thursday. I was standing post in Command Fleet Air Mediterranean headquarters building when the Admiral's driver and good Marine friend of mine entered. He was dressed in Summer...
"I have a son. He's going to come and get me someday. Maybe you'll be here when he does." The head of a man in a wheelchair nearby snapped up. In his day he'd written many a gangster movie script, and the phrase "get me someday" that the old movie star, Cassandra, had spoken to her visitor hit him a bit differently than perhaps it was meant. Suddenly he was...
This story has dysphoric blues, fair warning! But it's generally a warmfuzzy MtF transformation. With some saucy smut in there for spice. Hope y'all dig it! ***************************** The heavy footfalls of an Inquisitor inspired fear in people all over the nation of Quel. The Ecclesiarchs of the Church of the One God wore comfortable shoes of their mon...
We all sat in the living room of Diane Bennett's house. I was proud to be sissy Charlotte Church. My wife to be, Joan Harries sat naked on the sofa next to Sonia White. Joan's body could have done with being ironed over, but for 70 years of age, she had a fantastic figure. Having kinky sex with Joan, two hours earlier was the icing on the cake. For her to ex...
Author's Note: This is a period romance taking place during and after the Civil War in the American south. It is a work of fiction and was written for the 2020 Valentine's Day Contest. This romantic story focuses more on the characters rather than the sex. While there is some sex later in the story, there's not a lot and it isn't all that graphic. If you'...
My name is Charlotte. I like to be called Charlie. I have Coppery Red hair. I have Sea Green eyes. My skin is pale as marble. I'm 21 years of age. I'm 4'6" short and nobody lets me forget it. I'm in the sun a lot because I'm a construction site supervisor, so I'm just your stereotypical freckly Catholic Irish Girl. But I refuse to be called a foreman. My l...
"I hate this place, it just reeks of desperation." This from the slightly frumpy woman next to her. An icebreaker. Elise looked at woman next to her, noting the hypocrisy in her statement, given that she was here drinking her little floral drinks, and then smiled the false smile she gave people she detested. Fuck, these people don't have half a clue how pat...