*Note to readers: I've written quite a few crossdressing stories, many of them my own personal exploits. This is the first time I've written one from the perspective of an admirer. I hope you enjoy it. Callie ******* "I'm sorry, but I'm a little confused over here." There was some nervous laughter in the room. "I thought most of yuze people were gay. No?"...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Mother and son masturbate together but in separate rooms. Caught on hidden camera with a camera hidden in his bedroom, Mom watches her 19-year-old son wearing her panties while masturbating. "Oh, my God," said Padjama, Raj's 44-year-old mother, a true MILF of an Indian woman that any son w...
Mike was about 30 minutes away from the Hamptons when his cell beeped with a text. He looked at the screen. It said "It's done. Mitch." Mike was happy and relieved. But seeing the text made him anxious too. He didn't feel comfortable. There were too many loose ends. At the same time Mike couldn't help feeling proud of himself for pulling it off. He called...
*Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden* (Frontma: bringing lines to life) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining...
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Day 11 It was my last day in the villa. Almost a week ago I had heard the letting agent saying to a departing family that the villa was empty for the week and so I had purloined the key and enjoyed free use of the villa ever since then; but what I did not know, had not discerned from the comment, was quite when, exactly, the week was up. It might be that I...
Note: This is in continuation of the Indian Shy wife 2. Again it's a slow build but this is many times more adventurous than the 2nd part. * After few minutes I saw Angela coming to the front and behind her my wife, the moment I saw her full body, I got electric shock. My hard on was back and my imagination was travelling at light speed. She was standing...
Grant snow was a professional photographer, he had become disillusioned with the world of glamour photography due to the constant prima donnas being sent to him for assignments. The professional models who he had to photograph were either so stuck up their own backsides or high on drugs he found it hard to motivate himself anymore. So he decided to go back t...
I'm writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Pr...
"I can't do this any more!" I cried throwing my coat to the floor. "I've just spent all day at lectures; all evening waiting tables; it's eleven thirty; I've got to be at college by 9:00 tomorrow; I still haven't finished the assignment due in on Friday and all I can think about is sleep." "Hey Becki? Stop there. let me help you. Or at least let me get you...