I'll start with a description. I'm 46 years old 6' tall and fairly thin. Oh and I'm a cross-dresser that when dressed goes by Lisa. I have been for years. Don't know why other than it pleases me. I love the feel of stockings and garters and for a few years now have gotten to where I enjoy having a nice thick dildo in my rear. I've fantasized of the real thin...
My love for panties started when I was about thirty-five years old. My wife and I both worked and I would be home two hours before her. I used this time to relax and take a nice hot shower. One day I came home and as usual prepared for my shower. While putting my work clothes in the hamper I noticed a pair of my wife's very sexy looking black satan hi-cut pa...
Lucy had travelled a long way in the past few years. From bedroom cross dresser, to out and about T girl. From T haunt socialite, to flirt ,to promiscuous thrill seeker. But it had never been enough. Chance bar room meets, one night stands, and hit and miss internet dates. Like many T girls she had started out as a confirmed heterosexual "getting off" on the...
The average person, applying contemporary community standards, would find that this work, taken as a whole, appeals to prurient interest only, and is utterly without redeeming social value. And that's what makes it fun. ***** 1.Realization So. Last night you got gang banged. Damn! It was your choice, no one slipped you any drugs, you weren't drunk. Well,...
This is chapter 2 of Host Hunting. I am sorry it took so long to continue... Hope you enjoy the story... And before you tell me to find an editor... I have tried... gave up after no one responded. ***** The first phase of the new moon finally arrives, opening the gateway back to my George. Marking him allows me to open the gate near him, no matter where he...
Finally, I feel like I am where I belong. Picture this, if you will. A big and tall, muscular Black man clad in a pink tutu and frilly White panties, my face fully made up and my lips properly rouged. I am kneeling before a six-foot-tall, slender red-haired White chick and sucking her strap-on dildo. My Mistress Amelia Heinrich smiles at me as I suck her dil...
Authors Notes: This is the story of my first visit to an anything goes swingers club in Las Vegas. The night of the story I was one of the first arrive and one of the last to leave. ***** I finally sat down with my wife yesterday afternoon and had a talk with her about my desires to take my sexual desires to the next level and I was surprised what her resp...
If you read my story, A Little Help for a Friend, you realize my wife and I used a three way to help a friend get back to having sex again after a tragedy. That friend, Julie, wanted to take us to Key West on a wild sexual adventure. All I needed to do was two expensive bikes for her; one a very expensive carbon fiber triathlon bike and the other nice road b...
All flights had been canceled indefinitely because of the blizzard, so I checked in to a hotel close to the airport until the weather cleared. I showered, called my wife, and put on my standard traveling clothes: jeans and a sport coat. The restaurant in the hotel was supposed to be pretty good and as I went to it across the lobby, I noticed the bar/lounge a...
Just because I write erotic stories, and some may say not very good erotic stories, I have a stalker. Yeah, I know it is hard to believe but it is true. Now, alas, (I always wanted to use that word) my real life is an erotic horror story. Now, I must live my life in erotic horror and constant fear always looking over my shoulder. "What was that? Did you he...