Disclaimer: This is a story, a work of fiction, and any views expressed in it are not necessarily those of the author. It is an examination of some of the sexual and social mores that exist in today's world. If you wish to comment, but do not want to publicly identify yourself, rather than hide behind the 'anonymous' tag, please feel free to contact me by em...
Erica goes to a boy's college... I was in transformation there was no doubt about it. I had all but given up on appearing as a boy; it wasn't who I was as a person. As a boy I thought I was doomed but as a girl, I felt happy and found peace of mind. I did my best to conceal my changing appearance but it was impossible to hide my face where change was most...
This story is partly auto-biographical, I'll leave it up to you to work our which is fact and which is fiction. * I don't know if the brain of every male of the species Homo sapiens works as mine does but if it does then the species will die out within several generations. The mating urge in my brain is strong, it would need to be given the number of time...
This is the first entry in what I'm choosing to call my Panty Boy Diary. It is a true story of the first time I gathered the courage to meet with a dominant black man. I will do my best to make this as accurate a retelling as possible. This is also my first attempt at publishing my writing so please go easy on me. I welcome any and all feedback/thoughts/opin...
It was Berkeley California in 1969 and a bunch of hippies and dopers had taken over a parcel of university-owned land on Telegraph avenue and proclaimed it a People’s Park. The Viet Nam war was at its height, and when the police showed up to oust the squatters and put up a chain-link fence, the anger and futility of the anti-war protesters, the hippies, and...
[This is a sequel to Donna in the Senior Year Ch. 02.] I suppose I was something of a cad back in college, but I didn't see it that way then. I thought I was just making up for the lost time of high school and then my freshman year. Near the start of my sophomore year in the fall of 1974 circumstances started to break in my favor. I wasn't involved in casua...
A little history first, I guess. My name is Tia. I am currently 19 years of age and my Mother is 37. I am 5 ft. 8 in. tall, with shoulder length brown hair, and blue eyes. I weight about 115 lbs., nice ass and 36C rack. My mother raised me alone since I was seven; she seemed to be always on the go and usually took me with her. She was and still is a schoolte...
The session with Mistress Diana caused both Randy and Chloe to each internally reassess their relationship. Chloe knew she had fallen in love with Randy some time ago. So what the session meant from Chloe's point of view is that it demonstrated beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she loved him unconditionally and he would be a dolt not to see it. And that was s...
The wedding day shoot went well. Eve was pleased with the images she captured and more than pleased with my assistance. During a lull in the evening's events we sat in a quiet lounge sifting through some of the images of the day. 'Paul, see what you make of these two young bridesmaids.' Eve said handing me her camera. The two girls were slim and very pret...
One thing that did get Tanya on Mary's good side was Tanya's art work. Mary, being an art teacher, admired Tanya's natural talent for capturing spontaneous events in pen and ink- -or, more properly, in felt-tip pen. Tanya was dazzling with her swift sketching of subjects, static or in action. She showed Mary some of her fashion drawings and Mary was impresse...