His cock was as hard as a rock and with a penchant for sleeping in the nude, its fat length painfully pressed against the luxurious cotton sheets. The dream of searching for a urinal or bathroom now became reality. He stretched, groaned and yawned his way off the comfortable bed and padded across the length of plush carpeting. The marble flooring was cool, w...
Gwen had always written about love stories and the special love between a man and a woman. But sadly, she had yet to experience it. At the age of twenty-four, she was a busy business woman who wrote romantic novels on the side. A born writer, she felt her social skills with the outside world were not always intact. Her focus, and always her main focus, was...
Alice awoke to the chirping of birds and the feel of sunlight, though it seemed to be a rainbow of color against her eyelids as she shielded her eyes before opening them. Looking up she could tell she was in a new place. The room was immaculately decorated in a Victorian style. The ceiling that must have been 100 feet above her had crown molded shapes where...
Author's Note: This is a revised, edited version of a previous story. I listened to my critics and like this one better. Hope you do also. 1st Transsexual Affair Paul's cock was hard as a rock and with a penchant for sleeping in the nude, its fat length pressed against luxurious satin sheets. The dream of searching for a urinal or bathroom now became reali...
"Look! It's the Eiffel Tower!" exclaimed Stephanie as she pointed out the window of the shuttle van. "Everybody get lots of pictures and we'll share them all when we get home. I have to thank you again, Gwen, for making me part of this great adventure. I'm lucky to be your cousin." "You're lucky to be so pretty and shapely. You're lucky to have such underst...
(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental.) Thank you to all who have written with feedback and story ideas. Writing is so much easier when the audience approves of the effort and has an interest in where the story is going. The dream did not return that night and Gwen slept soundly...
"I remember how upset you were when you entered the hotel that day in New York," recalled Lisa. "Luckily, just about an hour before you arrived, Steve had explained to all of us exactly where the bear crapped in the woods." "It was everything I could do just to get Gwen to leave the cab," added Charlotte. "I had never seen her so depressed and upset. I was...
This adventure is set in England around 1750, when the Hellfire Clubs were the rage. Sexual escapades were the norm with these groups. Hope you enjoy this tale, as I've taken a bit of a break from some of my other stories. Sometimes you just have to play in other genres! Wordwytch It started out as such a lark. Hide and seek in Lord Sheridan's labyrinth...
***** Once again, thanks to a wonderful editor! AsylumSeeker, thank you for your input and comments. This story follows directly after TMUP 01. It is the morning after Angela's transformation, and her bladder is filling up. Angela grows more and more desperate, and Gwen becomes curious. If you don't like watersports/golden showers, please don't read this i...
This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome. If not, thank you for visiting. ***** My name is Gray with an 'a'. Saves time if somebody thinks 'e'. Gray with an 'a' rhymes. My wife's name is Gwen. She's 43. She retired, a few months ago. She worked for the same company for 20 years. I...