In a few months, Tom would be graduating high school and on his way to University, where he received a full scholarship. Until now, Tom had only focused on grades and high school sports. A military upbringing kept Tom on a very regimented, strict routine. Playing soccer and running track every year kept Tom in great shape. He was considered good looking, dec...
Freddie hires a Muse to help him write an Anal story. "Hey, Freddie, how you doin'? Long time no see." "Hi, Vinnie, how are you?" "You wanna go get a beer and catch up on what's happening in the old neighborhood." "Gee, Vinnie, I'd like to but I have an appointment." "Appointment? What'd you have a girlfriend on the side?" "Nah, today is my day to see...
George couldn't believe his luck. He had walked into the office kitchen to find Sammi washing some cups up in the sink, her long slender fingers protected from the hot soapy water by a pair of bright yellow Marigold rubber gloves. George wasn't sure of the exact moment he discovered his fetish for kitchen or household rubber gloves but was remembered clearly...
It was a perfect morning for a bike ride. A little hazy cloud to take out the full brightness of the sun. Early enough in the year, for it not to be too hot, in full leathers. As he pulled on his own leathers the sensation of the leather on his skin and the thought of what she would look like in hers was enough to make his manhood grow slightly. The sensati...
I was all excited. The emerald green satin evening gown that I had purchased on Bay was just delivered. I had been planning for months to dress up and attend the gala ball at Fantasia Fair, an event held every year at Provincetown, Massachusetts for transgendered persons and cross dressers. I nervously opened the package and hurriedly undressed to try on thi...
Venice at Carnevale is another world. The mist lies on the canals. Away from the Grand canal, the alleys are dark and ill lit. Through this murky evening hurry two figures. Both wearing long, hooded cloaks. The first, taller figure is an eighteenth-century Cavalliere, with the mask of Casanova, and wearing a tricorn. Following him closely, her fur-trimmed ho...
The streets she frequented were the seedy side of Castro, not that there was a not-so-seedy side of Castro, but San Francisco never the less held it’s charm. She was a charmer. Rhiannon was her street name. She had lifted the name from that Stevie Nicks song and promised long ago that he would use it if he ever became a she. Well, he was as close to being a...
I did nothing but tease him all night. From the moment he came home and showered and dress for our fancy gala out tonight. I was all dressed and ready and waiting for him with my long coat on, so he didn't know what I was wearing. All he seen was me in my black coat, and my white silky gloves. I decided to wear a long red gown tonight. I thought it would...
(((Note: All Characters in the following story are based on real people in my life, however it is not a true story. All the character's names are changed. All of the following characters are over 18. This story is about humiliation and a person with a Napoleon Complex, so to speak. If sph isn't your thing, move on.))) * My name is Timothy, but most people...
Have you been following along through chapters one and two? If so, then you know that my mother-in-law, Stella, and myself have on several occasions "accidentially" left the other see them undressing or naked. These events took place thirty years ago when I was 25 and Stella was around 50 years old. I won't completely rehash what took place in the two previo...