***** I am deeply indebted to Angel Love who helped me polish my story and read it through to give me a lot of helpful pointers, I'm sure that without her help this story would not be half as good. ***** My alarm clock buzzed me awake sometime around eight. I didn't mind mornings as such, but when the weather was as cold as it had been recently, my bed s...
Hi friends, I am Ayesha, a fat, cross-dressing sissy from Chennai. Please send feedback to my profile! The story takes its time to build, so relax :) This is the first part, where I start with my man... The second part will have more juicy stuff ;) Anna (un-naa) means brother in Tamil :) ***** It was a hot, sweaty midsummer night like always in Chennai. N...
I was on a business trip, staying at the Best Western in Deerfield Beach, Florida. I don't know what it is about Florida, but the women there don't seem too concerned about letting it all hang out – big girls, fat girls wearing tight t-shirts, half shirts, halters or swim-tops. I guess their thinking is, "Hey, it's hot and I'm going to be comfortable – so wh...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Goth can be defined as many things, especially when used to describe oneself. Those out of the know tend to just think of it as a sense of fashion in a similar vein to the Emo or Scene kids in high school, though of course, some people choose to dress the way they do for...
Author's Note: Here is the original Crimson Milk story. The reason it went away originally is uninteresting and convoluted. The reason it took so long to bring it back is two things. First, the file itself where I kept the text of the story became a mess and I was reluctant to sort it out. Second, and more importantly, I was never happy with what I wrote an...
It was late, Suzy was on the last bus home and she had had a great night out. Plenty of dancing and drinking. And more than a few admiring glance or two from the men in the bars. All of which had left her very happy indeed and pleased with herself. Her reverie was shattered as a weight fell into the seat next to her. Some sweaty bulk of a man, smelling of b...
I woke up late on the Sunday morning, my mind reeling from the events of the last couple of days. Sally had left me a note telling me she had gone out shopping. I brewed a coffee, sat back in my armchair and tried to sort things out in my head. On Friday evening my wife had admitted to being kissed and groped at an office Christmas party a couple of years...
He smiled at me, a kind of leer, and his hand snaked up my stockings, groping for the heat between my legs. So I killed him. I don't like it when they smile like that. His brains came out easy, I got some on my new red dress. That made me mad so I shot him again. I tucked the gun into my coat pocket and left the bathroom. The music was loud in the main ba...
The crowd was still cheering wildly even after the music had died down. Not that I could say I really blamed them, mind you. I had been waiting to see Evanescence live ever since I'd seen the music video for 'Bring Me To Life' one night, and I was pleased to say that they didn't disappoint me at all. If anything, they were even more impressive live. And it d...
I am 63 with a very beautiful blonde wife of 54 with a stunning 40 28 44 figure. Shortly after I retired I had been having more than occasional problems getting an erection especially if we had been out for a meal and a few drinks and possibly due to me drinking more during the day at the golf club. My wife was upset because she thought it was because I didn...