Kim looked at herself in the mirror the next morning. She didn't look any different. Still the same woman looked back at her. The one you would pass in the street without a second look. But she felt different inside. Her pussy was freshly shaved. She'd put on clean red lacy underwear. She smiled. She had accepted herself for who she was and it was a good fee...
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Revelation It took several days for me to recover from my vigorous session with Stacy. My recovery soon turned into a total lack of female companionship. I was left to occupy my time with my teaching. Preparation and the actual teaching of the classes assigned to me took up a large portion of my time in the daytime, but leaving my n...
Having gone home, washed her face, and replaced her blouse, Kelly was now back at her father’s office block. She was slightly nervous, as she was an hour later than expected. She made herself a coffee and made her way into her father’s office. She sat down at his desk and began drinking her coffee, hoping that her father wouldn’t notice the new blouse. “Wha...
"Private Charles Williams," the sergeant announced as they gave him his stripe. Charlie felt as if he was in a surreal world and maybe he was if you compared the army to the life where he grew up. In the army there were rules for everything, what you wore, how long you hair was, even how to shine your shoes. You even had to ask permission to take a shit, no,...
I just got back from a guy's house. I met him at the grocery store today. He is a tall black man. At about 6'6" and 250 pounds of pure muscle. He makes my 5'5" and skinny 120 pound white ass look very feminine. It is very true. Today he showed me the true role of a white sissy boy like myself. I was wearing tight jeans and I guess he loved the way my ass lo...
Growing up in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, Timothy Jean-Pierre had access to all kinds of sexy ladies since he was a good-looking young Black man. Still, there were certain ladies which most players in town considered off-limits. Hijab-wearing Somali women and Arab women. The few White women who wore the hijab after going all Muslim and stuff di...
She sat there quietly, looking down at the floor as her Master paced, back and forth. She could see the veins on his neck, the red in his face and every time he stopped and began to speak, his voice would begin to rise, he would stammer over his words, get quiet and go back to pacing. For the first time she was afraid, she had not meant to make her Master m...
"What if you worked for me?" "Work for you?" June looked at him. "I don't know how to do anything, Malcolm. I haven't had a job in an office in—" "No," he said with a big laugh, "not that kind of work." "You mean, hooking for you with you as my pimp?" "Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah, I guess. Only, I'd call it more of an escort service."...
"Can you unlock one of the dressing rooms for me, please?" Heather asked a young sales clerk. Heather took the day off from work to spoil herself with some shopping. She was walking the streets of a small Chicago suburb when the frilly lingerie displayed in the window of one of the stores caught her attention. She browsed the small lingerie boutique and sel...
She gives me a mischievous smile as she kneels down in front of me. "Just sit there and relax," she purrs seductively, "You don't need to do a thing." I nod as she strokes my cock through my jeans. "That's it," she says, "Just you get yourself all nice and big and hard for me." I do just that; my cock stiffens in response to her touch; it's not as if it can...