Probably the final part of my story. To continue from Part 2. Bob and I were driving down the highway, my blouse unbuttoned, and his cum leaking out of my pussy from just having been fucked in public. Bob had me put the blindfold back on. I heard him pull off the highway. He drove a little further, stopped, told me to wait in the car, and he got out. I cou...
As Steve turned onto his street after a long and tiring day at work, he saw several cars in his driveway that he had never seen before. In fact they were blocking him from getting into the garage, so he got out and as his blood pressure started to rise, he made for the door to see who the fuck was there. As soon as he opened the door, he wanted to turn arou...
We make our fuel stop at a small executive airport in Colorado. Peyton ever so proficiently refuels her plane. No wasted motion. I admire her confidence. She's so taciturn. For a moment I imagine she has a dick. I text Hadley and tell her all's going well, and include a selfie of Peyton and me in the cockpit. I hope taking care of the kids isn't too much o...
I did not know what I was going to do. Donna had changed so much and had completely taken over our sex life. In fact, I realized, she had taken over my whole life. My life was upside down from what it had been, and in less than a week. I shifted in my chair and felt the butt plug change position. Even after what had already occured, I felt my dick twitch. My...
I was really looking forward to to my outing to the local nudist park. Since I was out of state, there was no chance I'd run into anyone I knew, so I could behave as I pleased, be any person I cared to be. Since I had been feeling very feminine lately, I decided that today I would get very bold and let my femme side really come out. For about a week I had...
I was in my last year of college and frankly broke and depressed and pissed off at life. Debt sucked and despite my ever so awesome computer degree that big tech job never came. And broke means no dating. No dating means no girlfriend. And the cycle spun on like that through my last year of college until desperate I found a private ad for a developing na...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
(All characters are age 18+) *** I felt like I was losing control. My body and mind were becoming less and less masculine with every passing day. And I was secretly ENJOYING it. I couldn't help myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, I found myself loving the ever-changing reflection. First, my dyed pixie haircut. Then, my bikinis. Then, my nose, ear, a...
Author's Note: This story continues the story of Vance, Marcia's friend introduced in "Marcia Goes Back to School". I have made an effort to make sure that this chaptered story can be read as a stand-alone or as an episode in a continuing series of stories set in the fictional town of Torquay, Connecticut. Readers of my earlier works will be familiar with Mi...
I was meeting my internet "daddy" for the first time today. His last text message to me had been very clear: tie myself to the motel bed and wait for him to arrive. I stared at the antique bed with its black metal frame and headboard, wondering to myself if this was such a good idea. This rundown motel had been hard enough to find. I had never been to this...