Being feminine is taught. Correcting your nasty masculine behavior with feminine manners and class is what you need. Being a sissy is your new reality. I am going to make you the pretty little girl you have always dreamt of being. You need to be taught ho live your every day life properly. You can only dream of being as sexy, girly and attractive as a real w...
Have you ever walked down a crowded street and casually brushed a part of your body against a total stranger? Whether the contact was on purpose or by accident, have you ever felt an electric shock travel through your system, suspending you in mid-motion as surprise turns into arousal in the speed of an instant? Well, being from New York City, that has happ...
It was a warm, midsummer night. The kind of night where the air seems to have a presence to it. I steamy, warmth that envelops everything. Then it started to rain. The rain was coming down as hard as I had ever seen it come down. Fortunately, I was cozily settled down in my home holding my 6 month old son watching television while I fed him a bottle. My wif...
"Twenty-six... Twenty-seven... Twenty-eight...... Come on!... Twenty-nine... Do it, girl!... Do it!... Yeah! Thirty! I knew you had it in you!" Barb slapped a high-five with Wendy. Bobby looked on, smiling. "You're pushin' it, girl, that's awesome!" Wendy was breathing hard, sitting on the chest butterfly machine at the gym. She smiled, too. "Is this gonna...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Eighteen Once I'd become aware that I could bring my dream subjects along to different places and times just through physical contact, I'd initially limited those interactions to bedtime to pass them off as dreams. With the accidental encounter on the train, I was st...
She fucked like a train. Any guys reading this? You know that feeling when you're on a train, or hey, a bus. You know that feeling, down there, between your legs, the tickling. Before you know it, the gentle vibrations coming up through the seat are more of an aphrodisiac than standing in your swimmers in front of all the Grade 10 girls at the pool. Yeah,...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
My employer would be sending me to France. It's not that I don't mind the French so much, but I had a rather bad experience there that had left a bad taste in my mouth. In this economy though, I am very thankful that I have the job that allows me the opportunity to do international travel. Let me give you all a little background into why I am being sent to F...
Scott smiled to himself as he stood on the platform, latte in one hand, free paper in the other. Five mornings a week he would climb aboard the same tube train to get to the same place of work at the same time of day. Life was monotonous everywhere other than in his head. But in his head, anything could happen, and most days on his way to work, anything and...
(This is my fourth story for Literotica) * Here I am. I'm riding the Circle Line tube train round and round. I have been round London three times already. I stay in the same seat. I drink Cherry Coke. Different men sit opposite me. Men come and go. They look up my skirt. I encourage them. I swing my legs high when I cross my legs. I am in no doubt that th...