"So, where are you from, Sharifa?" said Kirsten Fontaine, the tall, forty-something, blonde-haired White woman with the frosty smile as she looked at Sharifa Fetieh with all the affection one typically shows to a scurrying cockroach spotted when the kitchen light comes on. This one doesn't like me, Sharifa thought as Kirsten looked at her Hijab, and sighed....
After our parents left for their holidays, I had the best opportunity to spend some hours working on the Website. It needed some more polishing so that it looks more attractive. Sophie as always came out with great ideas. All I we needed was a few silhouette pictures of a couple of naked ladies ready for action. They will go floating all over the screen, som...
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It was a dark, foggy night in November when he made his first appearance in the tutoring center. I'd been working there since the middle of my freshman year - I'm now a sophomore - helping my fellow students with everything from study skills to crafting a decent term paper to getting that elusive 'A' on the midterm or final exam. Speaking of grades, a littl...
Almost a year later, and it's done. I won't even make any excuses or reasons for the delay. Just please go back and reacquaint yourself with the previous chapters before reading this final one. It is only fair to me, and to the work itself. I don't know if it will live up to the expectations one would expect from such a long delay, but I am happy to report t...
I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the thirteenth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. All the active sexual participants in these stories are over 18. For some reason, and for which I apologise this ch...
My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transgender slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been changed. This is who I am. A special thanks to Shy Girl Whore for her help with polishing this stor...
My love affair with my neighbor started the minute she moved in. I watched as she and her husband unloaded the back of their truck, drawn by the curiosity of new neighbors but remaining once I saw what a gorgeous woman would soon be sharing the street with me. That first day, she was wearing cut-off jean shorts and a baggy tank top, her dark hair piled up on...
I groaned and rolled over. I didn't know what had woken me up, and I really didn't care. Still on the floor in the hall of my college apartment where I had plopped myself after my last bout in the bathroom after returning home from yet another round of chemotherapy, every part of me was worn out. I hadn't even had the energy to change clothes or walk the ad...
After a good night of sleep, we were all ready to go again, anxiously anticipating a second day as successful as the first. We had everything set up and in place when our first potential porn star arrived. I greeted her as Jim took care of the cameras while Rob waited in the bedroom. She called herself Cassidy and was tall and thin with short blonde hair. Sh...