My name is Kasey. This is the true story of my journey into a life of dressing as a woman, role-playing with men and eventually spending over a decade being sexually submissive to men and being passed around freely between them. My journey began nearly twenty years ago and started at a different place than most crossdressers. I was obsessed with women's leg...
For the rest of my day at work, after getting my face fucked by Ken, the president of Goodrich Logistics, in Mr. Jones' office, I kept to myself. The guys continued making remarks, gestures and references to the home movie I'd made. They'd all obviously seen the movie by that afternoon. I'd seen Steve in the break room with his laptop and other guys gather...
This is a true story written in collaboration with my model, 'Kasey', from her perspective. I first discovered I liked to be looked at sexually when I was only 18. I was sitting on a train with very short skirt on and i noticed that the man opposite me was staring. I was used to men staring at my boobs, but he wasn't staring at them, he was staring at my...
Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. The author and others find domination and degradation erotic. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have e-mailed me. Your feedback really means a lot. During his...
I was almost thirty years old and I was still a virgin. I hadn't gotten past a kiss with a woman. I was shy, awkward, and very unsure of myself in social situations. I had been shaving my body and dressing in women's clothes since I was a young teenager and on top of everything else I was afraid someone would find out my secret. A few months before my 30th...
I could clearly see the night sky as thousands of stars shined through the sky giving the moonlight captivating glow. I sigh as the night air blew through my hair causing Goosebumps to cover my skin. It was a very hot day and to feel this breeze felt like heaven for me. I pick up my water bottle taking a sip before sealing it back up. I look down from the cl...
I woke up very early in the morning, having fallen asleep in my bathtub. The water had turned ice cold, which along with the discomfort of having my head planted in the corner of the tiled wall, had jolted me into an early awakening. Tuesday was Lisa's funeral, and I had the day off for it. In the morning, after getting some more sleep back in my bed, I wou...
It was nearly time to punch out and go home when Kerry stopped stacking the Computer section of the book store she worked at and looked around. He was here, in the store. Kerry could feel him, practically smell him. She licked her lips. She could taste him. Practically. "Kerry?" As if on cue, his melodious voice resonated from behind her, causing Kerry to d...
I've always been a hopeless romantic at heart. Ever since I discovered the teen romance section at the local library, my hormones skyrocketed, and it wasn't long until I moved onto adult romance. For years, I've longed for a soul mate. I loved how fantasizing the love and adoration from a man made me feel sexy, but it was frustrating at the same time. I foun...
Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. The author and others find domination and degradation erotic. It does not mean I hate women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have e-mailed me. Your feedback...