I have been a closet crossdresser off and on for many years. Over the past few years I have begun fantasizing about being with a man when dressed up. The thought of sucking a cock certainly seemed to give me a perverse thrill. The more I thought about it the more it intrigued me. I have always been one who wanted to experience everything, so why not this. I...
You arrive home late evening and on your desk propped up against the PC is a plain white envelope. On the front is just your name 'Fiona' written by a fountain pen in red ink. The handwriting is flowing and bold and your name is underlined. You study it in your hands. It feels expensive and it elicits your curiosity. After considering it for a moment weigh...
Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, A...
I have arrived early and I have had time to relax. I am wearing an open necked shirt and trousers and luxuriating in the sensual feel of my bare feet against the thick carpet. I am waiting for you to arrive at the hotel room we have booked to play out my fantasy. Eventually you arrive, dressed formally, slightly stiffly, as if from work. You are wearing a t...
"Hang on a minute Carmel; I've got an idea," Steve exclaimed and sauntered over to where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, may face covered in semen mixed in with my heavy makeup; my clothes dishevelled. "Lift that bitch's face for me," he said as he played with his cell phone. Carmel came over and helped me to my knees. I knelt there with my face hung...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 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 represent specific places or living persons. This is a story in the "Silverbridge" series but can be read on its...
This is part of a series of short stories inspired by a love lost for 23 years and now refound. It was about 3 days since we had our encounter in my house and things were really good between us, we hadn't managed to repeat our activities but we had spent more time glued to each other's faces than most of our friends could stand. Tonight I was hoping for...
Disclaimer: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carri...
Danny sat at the bar of the Holiday Inn nursing his fourth double scotch, espousing to the man beside him the reasons why his company was the best designer and distributor of accounting software in the world. Danny was a large man in his forties and was running to fat. He was dressed in a travel-weary navy-blue business suit, a crumpled white shirt now open...
You have no idea how badly I am looking forward to kicking back on my bed in the hotel room, ordering a movie and some room service. Eight hours of hell at work, followed by two hours in line at Greater Pitt, then an eight hour flight into Heathrow. Feels like it's 9:00 AM, tomorrow, and somehow, I still lost a day somewhere. The only thing that kept me goin...