I push open the doors to the club and look around to see if there is anyone worth talking to. It's only a Tuesday night and not too busy but there are a couple of prospects by the bar. I pause to check out my reflection in the mirrored glass framing the doorway and smile, pleased with my appearance. My tight tank top hugged my firm, full tits beneath the thi...
*** A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like to be women (which includes me!) *** It really all began in late-ish teenage for me. OK so I realise now there had been signs before that, but I'd not paid them much notice. Little things, significant now that I could put them into context, but seemingly unimportant at first....
Copyrighted by Kylie and protected by common sense and good manners. Intended for adults only! Synopsis: Nineteen year old Kylie is black, beautiful, and eager to lose her virginity, but can she somehow talk Jamie, a handsome, but married white man who works for her dad, into breaking her cherry? If you want to drop me a comment or suggestion, try the link b...
This is the first part of a story about David's transition. It includes descriptions of oral and gay sex, shopping, and political intrigue. If you like it, there's more to come. ***** July 2015 Sara and Alexis left their dates at the dinner table while they went outside to have a cigarette. Neither of them fit the Vogue or Cosmo ideal of beauty, but neith...
Fantasy Fest is in Key West the last week of October every year since the mid 70's. It is a week long celebration of fun, nudity, imagination, costumes, music, food and themed parties, culminating on Saturday evening with the Captain Morgan Parade. The party grows all week until the final Friday and Saturday when it doubles with people flowing in from Miami...
Chapter One They had picked her up off the casino floor. Not literally, no; she was not lying there waiting to be fucked. It was not as easy as that. Almost...but, not quite. Rather, the raven-haired tomboy with the apple-sized tits popping out of the ragged, low-cut t-shirt promoting some obscure indie rock band, literally thrust her wide hips into them,...
James felt as if he was going insane. It was summer, the sun was shining and he was at the beach ogling girls. Tits of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, wrapped in bikini tops, one pieces and other pieces of fabric of varying coverage. James' heartbeat pounded in his ears and throbbed in his crotch, digging a furrow in the sand beneath him. He was lying o...
Growing up we moved a lot....I mean a real lot, sometimes twice in a year, which as a kid sucked, I mean just when I started making friends someplace we would have to move, as an only child it was frustrating, maybe if I had a brother or sister it would have been easier. By the time I reached High School I was rebelling more and more about any move. We had...
As close as Carey and I had been before she lent me her husband Mike for sex we became so much closer afterwards. We became total confidants, bosom buddies, and real mates. We chatted on the phone every day and told each other everything. We text and e-mailed each other and met as often as we could. Strangely, in some ways though, despite what we'd done to e...
For several days, the whiteout continued. I was learning to live without TV and Internet, though the itch never went away. It was certainly nice to have a vacation and rest with my girls, but that wasn't to say we weren't busy. My driveway was bound to get plowed sooner or later, and when it did, all that snow would be pushed up right in front of my house—if...