La Quinta -- in Spanish, it means "the fifth." To Matt, it meant a sad breakfast of pale bagels, bitter coffee, and tiny boxes of cereal he wouldn't look at twice in a grocery store. It meant light switches perpetually too far away from the bed and the cheapest shower curtains you'd ever see that weren't wrapped around a body on the lead story of the local n...
Note - In the first part of this story I described meeting Peggy, a 60yo married woman, at a social function with our respective partners. If you haven't read that story, I recommend you do before continuing with this one. ------------------------ Looking back to that Friday evening in the restaurant with Peggy, several months ago now, it's hard to belie...
The Goth scene is one typically frequented by thin, angst ridden young people with attitudes to match their black outfits and graveyard themed accessories. Most of them grow out of it by their mid twenties, or so I'm told. I'm obviously not typical, as I'm still sitting here in the Goth club in my mid-thirties, I don't wear all black, and I'm certainly not s...
Becoming Sara has been the most amazing experience I have ever had in my life. Between the clothes and living as her all the time, to becoming the thing men fantasize, it has been an amazing transition. While I had some good friends, girls like myself that I met at one of the trans bars in town, I did lack male friends. I was never a sociable person, very...
I held both her hands in mine and stared into her eyes. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Of course," Cindy replied, "anything." "You don't have to answer, and I won't mind if you don't, but do you have a partner, or husband, or someone in your life?" She grinned. A huge beaming grin. "I am divorced," she said. "I have been for a while. We started ou...
The vast, dark room housed two men. It was an old fashioned library, with an old fashioned fireplace, in an old-fashioned house. Everything in the room, from the leather-bound first editions, to the thick velvet draperies, to the huge cherry-wood desk, spoke of old money, tradition, and rules that should never be broken. The elder of the men, broad and impos...
I really never thought it could happen. We have fantasised about having a mmf thingy for as long as I can remember but my wife has always said, "I don't mind fantasising about it, but it's never going to happen." So I have had to settle with reading other lucky peoples stories on here. I never ever thought I would be able to post my own story. How wrong I w...
Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what I bought us to play with!" Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predato...
Tracey and I enjoyed a quiet evening following our afternoon fun with Mags and Jeff. We soaked up a few more rays by the pool, before heading out for a nice evening meal and a few quiet drinks. The same groups of young guys and girls were out and about, and other than a couple of dances nothing sexually happened that night. At breakfast the next morning we...
I am a "Closet-Crossdresser" - something my wife would not accept, but a secret I indulge in whenever she is out of the house for a while. This is my story of how a beautiful older lady, who had a "fetish" for lipstick, nylons, high heels, and lingerie, introduced me to the pleasures. It was the late-1980's, we had just moved from a small town in the UK, t...