It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...
(A true story about me.) As a teenager I got a job working as a handy boy/janitor for a local ladies dress shop. They liked me and I certainly enjoyed working there. Even at such a young age I quickly could tell what needed to be done and soon was working without much supervision -- much to the shop owner's delight. All through high school it was a great jo...
Since I was a young boy I have always been extremely intelligent. In school I was labeled as mentally gifted. There wasn't a subject that, if interested, I couldn't master. This came at the expense of a social life though. While other children played outside, I hit the books and the Internet. Whatever piqued my interest, I would totally engross myself in. I...
Catherine Roman's chauffeur pulled in front of my house in a black Escalade to transport me to Mrs. Roman's country estate for a weekend visit. Because of a surprise snowstorm, I had canceled my Friday appointments. Nevertheless, I wore my business suit and traveled lightly at Mrs. Roman's behest. Climbing in, I nodded toward the SUV. "Strong and elegant, li...
I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...
"You know what I want?" It was a question, not a statement. She was silent. She'd been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn't want. He spoke again, softly into her ear, "You know what I want?" She was silent still. She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hand...
Chapter 8. Champagne! Champagne? I watched as he buttoned his pants while moving out the door. When he was gone, I sat up and looked at myself. I found blood on my thighs, and a blood stain on the towel (?) under me. Some blood had gotten on my panties. I straightened my clothes. My panties especially were all askew and had some blood on them....
Lunch at the apartment was delivered by a boy on a motorbike, after a quick phone call. Dee and Andy ate sitting together on the sofa, with a low table in front of them, and dressed only in their underwear. Andy passed plates and food and glasses of white wine to her because she was unable to bend sufficiently in her corsetry; although it was not hard-laced...
Chapter 3 - The Next Date (Continued) What did he do to me? No man had ever done that before! NOBODY had ever done that before! How should I respond to him? What should I do? Whatever he had done, I wanted him to keep doing it! Is this love? I did love him, and I didn’t want what I was experiencing to stop! I wasn’t confused . . . I wasn’t thinking!. I was...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I'm a secret cross dresser. I get sexually aroused by b...