********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** That night, that Friday, had been highlighted on the kitchen calendar for weeks, though my wife didn't know the reason why. OK, so she was off to her sister's for the night and that wa...
My Mistress and I had been playing for several years after meeting at a local dungeon. Over time she became well aware of all my secret fetishes and the lengths I would go to please her. She knew I loved golden showers and one night about 6 months into our relationship she covered me in her piss while I laid in the bathtub. After, she had me lick her to orga...
Liz worked at the Norwood Public Library. I did not know if she was a librarian or a paraprofessional. I had seen her at the checkout desk as well as shelving books and cleaning the desks and computer monitors. I figured she might be about 25 with long brown hair, about five foot three inches tall (1.6 meters for those living outside the U.S. or Liberia), an...
We discussed the positives and the negatives of the club over the week. One big positive for me was that we were going to be forced to get into shape if we wanted to be accepted. The biggest was that I thought it would help our marriage. I knew it would certainly help our sex life. The negative was the money. It wasn't a huge stretch for us. Mercy had an a...
An Englishman's property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this final chapter Kitty delivers everything to Hayden and he performs as the stallion she desires after she agr...
(I'd like to thank my Mistress for her help and advice with this story, without her none of this would have been possible...) * As Nick stepped down from the train he smiled to himself and thought " Manchester so much to answer for" -- the Smiths lyric never seemed more appropriate -- he loved Manchester, he loved the city, the old buildings, the new busin...
"So Jack what are the plans for the weekend." "Probably hiking John, and yourself?" "Dude, I'm married what do you think I am going to do." "Of course, maybe I'll find some sexy thing hiking and fuck her up the arse in the jungle." "Sounds like a plan, see you buddy." After the lunch time banter with my colleague I finish my work earlier than expected....
My name is William Harold Smythe and this is the story of how I became one of last true immortals. My life began in the year of our lord 1747, on March the fourth, on a small farm outside of Trenton, New Jersey. I was the fifth son of a wheat farmer named Caleb Smythe. My father was a second-generation immigrant when his father brought his pregnant wife over...
Hi! Marline here, I've never tried writing a story before but I'll give it my best shot. Plus Norman will be helping me get it right. If you remember part one, we had left Panama City Beach and were heading home. I really was naked in the front seat of our car and all my clothes were locked in the trunk and if I need to put something on all I had was Norman...
- "I want to ask your sister out." I said. "I want to go out with Sarah." That's what I said to Steve, in our grungy little tavern. His response was not quite what I had been dreading, or expecting. - "Finally." he said. "Finally." he repeated. "She's only had a crush on you since she was about eleven. I told you that - even though she made me promise...