It was late in the slate gray afternoon when Diane returned from church, but she was full of the spirit as she opened the front door and turned on the lights in the foyer of her beautiful home. Nearly fifteen years after the miracle, and she still felt blessed every time she entered the four bedroom, two living room exurban beauty. Never more than at this ti...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Late, late, late," muttered Tim as he stumbled out of the overcrowded bus. It was his first day of law school and he'd already found a way to screw it up. For an intelligent, reasonably successful young man, Tim Lawson was remarkably downcast in disposition. Law school, he thought, was an excellent opportunity to "make it," but also a un...
[This is a direct sequel to Dress Off 3. Special Agent Tess Trueheart, captured just before the start of our previous story, is still the unwilling guest of her arch-nemesis, Harrington. Special Agent Stacey Shackleton and Agent Erin Masterton are leading a rescue mission, but now find themselves naked in the middle of a cold Vancouver night, and at the merc...
"I can't believe you live here," I said as the Miami coastline came into view. Emily turned towards me with her head tilted. "Hm, what did you say?" She was distracted by the view herself. Her voice was muffled by the droning of the plane's engine. "I said you're very beautiful." Emily bit her lip and gave me a kiss before turning back to admire the vi...
Author's Disclaimer: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if y...
This one's a little different than my usual, but it still hits some similar themes. Everyone is over 18. - I had a thing for Lara since the day I met her. It was our freshman year of college and I was sitting in Philosophy 101. My roommate Justin was sitting next to me. We were joking around about something dumb, then my attention turned and there she was...
"Your destination is on your right in 500 feet". My heart was pounding in my chest. I pulled up to the house and shut the car off, taking one last look in the rear-view mirror to make sure my make-up was perfect and my perky tits were straining to pop out of my shirt. I got out and grabbed my bag from the backseat before walking up to the house. My palms we...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. *** Part 15 It was late morning when I woke-up and as I lay on top of my bed with the fingers of my right hand waking-up my pussy. I swore to myself that I really would have a lazy day. The problem w...
Venice. City of canals. Home to one of the most influential and wealthy merchants in human history, whose investment in the arts had created works that still lit the imagination of the world aflame. A city of beauty and history and... "Jesus Christ, look at the titties on her," I whispered as I leaned against the wall of a building that was part of the U...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...