I do feel a bit guilty coming home late, after having such mind-blowing sex. Far-out sex. As I park the Prius and leave the car in our garage, I remember the feel of Peyton's corset. It's 9:30 and Hadley's already in bed half asleep. She doesn't ask about my late arrival or wonder just what the heck Peyton was doing with me. Part of it's because she has to...
This story is not true other than it is something I reflected back on being that I grew up in the real miniskirt days of the later 60's. In this story I was a handful of years older than at the time. ***** Well it was time to look for a job for the summer as college was about to be letting out. I applied several places, some were offices, some were more ma...
Late one Sunday morning, two gentlemen were sitting in the corner of the large, oak-paneled hall of their alumni club. It must have been at least ten years ago, when one could still smoke in New York; one was beginning to refill his pipe. As he loosened the tobacco in the round tin, he suddenly snorted with a slight smile. He continued to scratch his fingers...
I was happy with Catherine and over the next few weeks I spent much of my spare time with her, which delighted her as she couldn't do enough for me. I started to get her to change how she dressed, getting her to buy garter belts and more modern knickers and bra's, particularly under cup and push-up bras, as I told you she was plump and had such lovely tits....
Hi I'm Ken. Well I was, now I'm called Brenda. Here's a bit of my story for you. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did. Because until I got caught misbehaving by my mistress, life was pretty good. At 38, I had a great job as an office manager in charge of 25 or so employees, mostly women, a really good salary, a nice office and plenty of job securit...
Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a...
Author's Notes: (1) I have been chastised by Personal Message for degrading my cross dressing characters. I do not. They need humiliation and domination for reasons that I understand and have explained in many other stories. Believe me, all characters in my stories live happily ever after. (2) Much of this story is fictional; some is not; (3) I have a fas...
It was just past closing time as I looked through the shop window with great interest in the quiet side street I found myself on. I had the night to kill being away with business and had gone for a walk around the town's small streets before I went for something to eat. It was filled with corsets, girdles, suspenders and bras, all for the more middle aged...
I was allowed to sleep in late the next morning. Probably so there was time to get the medical room set up for the day's events. When Annie came in to get me up it was past noon. I was allowed a couple sips of water but that was all. My nipples and crotch were sore and that was to be expected. I couldn't see my sissy clit pulled back snugly and permanently b...
SEVERAL OF MY PHOTO albums were scattered about the bed. Best of Leg Show was opened to a story about two women wearing girdles, stockings and garters who were teasing a young man with their lingerie and dirty talk. Rear View featured brunette Anita in her crop top bending forward on her bed to display her glorious ass. I picked chubette blonde Charlene in t...