I stood out of bed naked, took Nanas hand and followed her to her bedroom. Her bed was huge and the room was very feminine with rose walls in a soft light and a lovely sense of perfume. Nana went to the bedside and turned on a lamp. She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs looking at me with a beautiful smile. "You are so sweet," she said while stretchi...
As Sharon and I walk to the theater, we're both nervous, so our conversation is really limited and stilted. This lets my overactive mind wonder a bit, and I can't help but dredge up the memory of Agnes and I marching into my room together the day after her nightgown ultimatum. I was prepared to be embarrassed then, because when the panty thing came up, it d...
I woke up thirsty and went downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water and stood nearby, for a while, leaning over the kitchen counter, flipping through the pages of a magazine that someone had left there, absentmindedly. It was a women's clothing catalog with some nice photos of young models in beautiful outfits. Without even realizi...
The Clam, the Half-Clam and the Candle-Snuffer ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2001/October 2004 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...
I'm now in my fifties but for as long as I can remember, I've had a fetish for heels and nylon stockings. When my parents were out I would sneak into my mother's wardrobe and try on her stockings and high heels. I sometimes used to dress further with her girdles and party dresses. This always ended with my cock being rock hard and me wanking, trying to make...
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....
This is the second in a series of episodes that involve mature women who share one thing in common. Let's just say they are Rubanesque in stature. One can ask with validity why a man would write such a saga. I don't know quite frankly. The thought just came to me once and I followed it taking several months off and on to complete it to my satisfaction. Let m...
I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
Author's Notes: (1) This is meant to be an additional installment of the whole story called "Changes". Reading this chapter alone may not do much for you, unless you are a crossdresser or femdom freak, or both; (2) Being laced into a corset for the first time is a cherished experience for many crossdressers and transvestic fetishists. It can change you in...
Pauline from Canterbury, Kent, UK Interviewed in Charing Cross Hotel, London 22 February 1994 Tape transcribed in Sept 2000 [Name changed and photograph missing.] Interviewer Hello. Thanks for coming. I think it's been a little easier for you than me, today. My first train was cancelled; not just delayed! I hope you don't mind the late start for our meet...