This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
Author's Note. A friend of mine dared me to write a story about a Transsexual so I wrote this story, he loved it so I have decided to share it with others who enjoy this kind of erotica. This story was written for fun and does not reflect the views of the author, nothing in this story is possible and contains fantasy situations. Let me know what you think an...
This story has public nudity, bisexual or same sex behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism, heterosexual sex, and a few other things that may offend some people. If this is not your cup of tea, please stop reading and choose another story. I always considered myself as being heterosexual, but it turns out that I also enjoy letting anybody suck my cock! My prefer...
Sometimes, I just have to go do some naughty things. My name is Ashley Slater. I'm a five-foot-eight, slender Irish Catholic gal from Denver, Colorado. I've got short blonde hair and pale green eyes. Oh, and curves where it counts, let's not forget. These days, I attend Western Michigan University. I live in the dorms and currently, I'm studying business adm...
The bar fell into a hush when she walked in. Conversations stopped in a wave around the entrance, rippling out until the entire place was silent. Kanye blared from the digital jukebox but you could hear a pin drop. If she blushed, you couldn't tell; her cheeks were hidden behind deep black fur. The tip of her black tail, weighted down with a golden metal b...
My name is Michelle. When I was 22, I humiliated myself totally. I'm 23 now, and still living the effects of that humiliation every day. The date was November 18, 2011. It was a Friday night, and I was alone in the apartment. At the time I lived at ********** ***** in ***** ****, MD. The time was just after 11 PM and I was on my bed, in my sexiest nightie,...
The first four chapters can be found in the 'Lesbian Sex' category. Reading them first will certainly help explain a lot. Thanks go out to my friend C. who suggested the central idea for this chapter. I decided I needed to come clean. It was all just too much what I was carrying inside, hiding from my husband and now Caroline, my lover. The complication...
The nightclub's pink spotlights reflected across the busy dance floor. I ran my fingers through my long and blonde, sweat sodden hair while swaying my hips gently by my side. My head thumped, like as if I had been knocked into a satisfying sense of unconsciousness, without any care as to what was happening in the world around me, but this feeling of euphoria...
I was just barely done unpacking boxes for the afternoon, nice and sweaty as a result in the hot August sun. Whatever possessed me to move to Georgia during the "dog days" of summer was beyond me. Well, it was the furthest thing that my wife expected when I left her and took my half of all bank accounts to roll over into my own. Sorry, Ginger, but I wasn't g...
*Note to readers: I've written quite a few crossdressing stories, many of them my own personal exploits. This is the first time I've written one from the perspective of an admirer. I hope you enjoy it. Callie ******* "I'm sorry, but I'm a little confused over here." There was some nervous laughter in the room. "I thought most of yuze people were gay. No?"...