As the door shut, I realized it wasn't being a housewife that was so unsatisfying. It was the loneliness. My name is Evelyn I am a living cliché: the lonely housewife. It isn't such a bad thing when my spouses are in from work and the three children home from school. The empty feeling only comes once the kids close the door on the way to bus stop. Sometimes...
Sometime during the night I was released. That exquisite pain at the point my limbs were release must have dulled my recollection of the events. I'm reasonably sure I was given the Toilet command and I hope I did a good job. In any event, I was still on the bathroom floor when I heard my mistresses stirring around the next morning. I got up, crawled under th...
"I bought you something," Carlos said, holding up a bag as he walked into Ria's hotel room. "Really," Ria replied, closing the door behind Carlos. "What is it?" Carlos reached into the bag and pulled out a slinky black dress. Carlos held it up and let the fabric fall. Ria could see that the dress would be tight and short and showing ample cleavage. "Very...
A few US dollars loosened the tongue of the doorman of Dr. Patterson's Rio apartment. "The doctor is going to Jacarezinho," the doorman said, squinting into the morning sun at the two girls wearing jeans and tshirts who had just come out of the luxury apartment on Copacabana beach. "What's that?" asked May. "Jacarezinho is a favela in the north of the city...
CIA agents Chambers, Cho and Juarez were sitting in the meeting room waiting for Black Oak to join them. All of them had received pages early in the morning telling them to immediately come to CIA headquarters. Chambers looked across at Cho and Juarez. As they had for the past week and half, they were dressed as women. Living as women, really, as Black Oak...
Whack, whack, whack... Lucy whipped one side of my ass till I was crying and then she switched sides and changed hands so she had a fresh arm and could whip the other side of my ass just as hard and long as she had the first side. I thought I was going to die it hurt so much. No let me correct that, I wanted to die because it hurt so fucking much but there w...
Hello readers! I've had the idea for this series of stories floating around my head for a while, and wasn't sure if people would like it. It revolves strongly around humiliation, and Henry's gradual journey of self discovery, so if that's not something you're interested in reading, you're forewarned. This is the first chapter, and I'd appreciate feedback if...
All characters are over 18. It's Thursday. Waking up I'm still miserable. I can't bother to look after myself. I'm dirty and bedraggled in old track pants a tee shirt. After I manage a coffee and toast I decide to check my computer. First I check my bank account and I'm astounded to find that there is twenty thousand more than I expected. I check my ema...
Synopsis: Michele tried to use her feminine charms on the Warden at Chelmsford Prison. He rebuked her and sent her packing back to work in the prison brothel. Now Eddie has introduced her to a powerful friend of his called Davy... Can Michele seduce Dave and persuade him to help her escape the brothel where she works as a transvestite prostitute? From Part...
Author's Note: This story is the first in a series of inter-related stories regarding women with penises. The stories will be related but will not be true sequels. That means you can read one "Island for Dickgirls" story and never read another, read them in any order, or (hopefully) read them all. To aid readers, I will include the same "introduction" sectio...