You know, Pam is right. I don't know why I'm getting upset about Buzz going to the bar. It's just an innocent "boy's night out". Just like Pam said, they have their nights out and we have our shopping. "Nancy, the phone." Pam yelled up to my room. I floated over the floor to reach the phone. "Hello?" "Nancy, I just want to say I'm sorry. It wasn't right t...
Disclaimer: All characters who are depicted having sex are over the age of 18. 'Cause otherwise it's icky. This story contains futa on male sex, futa on futa sex, pheromones, excessive cum, excessive vaginal cum, excessive vaginal secretions, cum inflation, one SSBBW futanari, being facesat by said SSBBW futanari, gender transformation through sexual transmi...
WHEN I woke, the sun's bright light was streaming into my bedroom courtesy of the open balcony door. I was still on top of the rumpled sheets and on my back, legs and arms spread wide. I was a starfish! I lay, peacefully, reflecting for a few moments on the events of yesterday. And last night! As I replayed various scenes in my mind, my right hand automatic...
The next morning there was a knock on the door while Jolee was busy grooming Master. She opened it to see Max. "Good morning, Max. Have you seen Roger?" "Good morning, Jolee. Yes, I have seen Roger and he is still very busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'll find some time for you right after breakfast. Did you sleep well?" "Oh, Master and I slept very wel...
The muscles in her hips she had pressed into use as she fucked fantasy-Darrian the night before were actually sore the next morning as Taryn went through her gym routine. It was a delicious soreness. She looked forward to exercising those muscles so they wouldn't be sore. Taryn was ready. She just couldn't find a guy to peg. So it was good ol' dependab...
I enjoyed writing "The Norwegian Made Me Do It," and this is a sequel told from a different point of view. Reading that one first will help, and so will reading "Crazy Gina." But, of course, this one stands alone, too. Gina's sort of a different narrator than Shannon, that's for sure. Enjoy. * * * Shannon really, really shouldn't have told me about her...
Until fairly recently I'd never really been involved in contrived or non-spontaneous sex. Whilst I was younger and with my husband, we had messed around with me dressing up, both of us tying the other up and some other stuff like that, but most of what we did was spur of the moment. We didn't usually think up new things, plan them and act them out in a calcu...
Note to readers: Since I'm never sure which stories and characters I'll eventually return to, none of my stories have chapter numbers. I try to make them work as stand-alone stories, but if you'd like to see what preceded the events of this story or read them in the order they occur, please see "Karen loses control, and likes it!" This story picks up right w...
Month 1 We're sitting on the edge of the bed, mostly quiet. You keep checking your phone as the timer ticks down. I'm bouncing my legs nervously. Last time this happened, a few months ago, the test came out negative, but we're both hopeful this time will be different. We've been trying to have a baby for about six months now, and our lives have sort of dis...
Nothing But Knit *Author's note: Those of you who've read my personal crossdressing stories (those written in the first person) know I have a huge fetish for knit tops—particularly the ribbed-knit variety. I often use the word 'sweaters' for the things I like in a generic sense, but pretty much any form-fitting top that are not sweaters fit the bill quite n...