FORWARD: This is the third of five episodes of the Dressed for Disaster saga, immediately preceding “Vendetta’s Diary.” Patrick Summers wandered the streets of lower Manhattan in an aimless fog, the chaos surrounding him a lurid backdrop for the turmoil between his ears. He had just suffered two tremendous shocks: his narrow escape from the collapse of the...
My wife had left for work, leaving me alone in the midst of a layoff down at the plant. I was a little depressed; thirty four years old, uncertain job future. I wondered how housewives managed. I laughed bitterly, thinking that I was now like a housewife. Lying in bed, I rubbed my nipples, “I’m a housewife, look at my titties,” I said in a fem voice. It ac...
I was parked on the side of the road waiting for my girlfriend to get out of a job interview I had dropped her off at. I didn't even realize what I was doing as the female police officer snuck up behind me and started recording me with her cell phone. "Having a personal moment, are we?" At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I glanced down...
I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making any money from this story. All the characters are over eighteen. * Eighteen year old Xander Harris looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful, with his make-up and his hair curled he looked, if not like a young lady, at least close enough to be mistaken in low light and at a dista...
Only so long can you hide, if you are wondering what the hell I am on about then let me explain. As a part time transvestite dressing is always a thrill as is the joy of turning myself from a very average looking guy into a sexy cock loving slut, but due to where I live the chances to fully dress and enjoy the company of other trannies or guys was difficult...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction which features interracial sex, cuckolding, prostitution, son-mother voyeurism, humiliation, violence, and pimping. If any of these things are not to your taste please feel free to stop reading at this point. * I was 18 years old when I first became aware of my father's gambling problem. Throughout my childhood...
I had just finished cleaning up in the bathroom. A spontaneous encounter with my best friend whilst wearing my girlfriend's thong had left me a bit of a mess and as for the thong... well I guess I'd need to find something new. Fully cleaned up, I ran naked into our bedroom and started looking through Lisa's drawers for a new pair of panties. I wasn't sure h...
My head hurt like shit. That much was to be expected after a full night of heavy drinking, but it still didn't make the headache anymore welcome inside my skull, merely a casualty in the war of college drinking. I didn't even want to open my eyes; I knew I'd be visually assaulted by sunlight, even with my face under the sheet, and didn't have anywhere to be...
I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and better than I had in a very long time. Rolling over to find my wife Stacy had already left for work. After finishing graduate school two months ago, my wife accepted a position with a prestigious firm which much paid more than we had hoped. Upon returning home from the first day of her new career, she demanded...
It has been less than a couple of weeks since my time with the guy in the showers at the gym and was still waiting to hear from him. After his wife caught us he quickly dressed and they disappeared into the night. I hadn't seen Tara or my ex and was getting a little tired of jerking off. Thinking I might have to go on the prowl I came home as the phone was...