Our living room is blurry, curtained by tears of a woman broken by the complexity of circumstance. I blink several times, wipe my eyes as fresh tears fall. My vision clears long enough to see a lone brown cardboard box near the door. A flash of resentment overtook my heart. For a moment I stopped crying long enough to question the air around me. "Why the he...
"We need a little more feminine energy around here." The words hung in the air as Tommy's devoted licking of Mia's ass slowed to a stop. "You mean another woman?" Mia hooked her legs behind Tommy's head and pulled his face back into her ass. "No, I mean you, you dumb sissy bitch." Once Tommy finished with pleasuring Mia, she led him into her closet. She...
Author's note: This is a story of a loving, married couple who wanted to expand their boundaries. It involves crossdressing, gender play and their foray into cuckoldry ,dominance and submission. If these are not topics you are interested in, then please move along. In the below story I refer to the male character several ways but try to maintain a consisten...
Sexslave Training Facility Inc. (STF) The goal of the STF is, that every single woman in all countries from age 18-45 are trained properly to obey men. The training is focused on wiping out shame and anxiety, so the girls can be naked, masturbate and fuck whenever told without being ashamed. The STF focuses on eradicating women in politics and replace them...
Hannah and her best friend Amy had quite a special relationship. They'd known each other since middle school and been best friends since. Today, at 24 years old, they still hung out practically every weekend even though neither of them had moved out of their parent's yet. Both of them were single, and they've always enjoyed new sexual experiences together. T...
Donna rang the hospital and told them that she had a problem with her back and would be unavailable for work. The problem with her back was that she couldn't get it off the bed because either Eve or I were keeping it pressed down on the mattress. Alf and Edith had departed and we'd decided to renew our own obligations to each other. We were having a rest w...
In part one of True Stories I discussed how my transition from part time panty wearer to part time Transvestite came about. I also told the true story of my first time with a Transsexual prostitute. In this instalment I have decided to leap ahead to the present and tell you a true story that occurred only last week; that is July 2006. I am a part time Trans...
My wife and I are scanning through the pictures of potential babysitters and looking for someone who would be perfect for us. We are planning on living out several fantasies and know we have to choose wisely. Most of the pool is drained quickly, since they don't have the right look for us. Most of the ones that do, don't have the right situation. It isn't ju...
I wrestled Katie onto her back, made some kind of silly "I'm happy" noise and made for her lips. I hovered above her face a second and saw wonder in the beauty of her eyes. I then moved close and suckled each lip individually, running my tongue underneath. The faint taste of cum was wonderful from her mouth! "Damn, that was nice," I had to say aloud. "Wann...
Cord Whitley indeed. I was still chuckling to myself when I perched on one of the stools surrounding the piano in the Schooner bar late in the night the cruise ship departed from the Baltimore pier. His photo had been on the poster at the door to the bar—I had purposely passed by it several times during the afternoon and evening. He was quite a hunk, but I j...