(1) Please, please...erotica is in the minds of writers and readers. One man's erotica is not necessarily another's. (2) This is for cross dressers, fetishists, and those that might love BDSM, and it is fiction. There are sometimes no boundaries on where one can go in fiction, so, you trolls out there, this is just an exploration of where a couple of twiste...
Ingrid gathered up her mail from the box and began looking through the stack. There was a lot today, she sifted through it, no foreign postmarks so no friendly letters from home, just work. A fancy envelope caught her eye. The envelope was made from a heavy linen paper, her name and addressed were actually embossed in gold on the front. It looked like a wedd...
As I explained in my first episode, I am a kept Cross dressing Maid-servant for my Master who I also refer to Mr. G. (or G). My Master provides for me and makes my life comfortable. For this, I provide him with a willing and compliant servant. Master keeps me quite busy with daily chores and things and he uses me as he wishes. Sometimes he lets others use me...
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! Walking, no lets face it, strutting along the street, hearing the heels of her knee-high black leather boots on the pavement as she walked, Shakira eyed the worl...
Mayhem enveloped him. There was an alarm of some sort and he sat up in the strange bed. Light came through his curtains in a sharp horizontal slice toward his head and eyes. He isolated the source of the alarm at his bedside table and turned it off. It was 0600. Where was he? He went to scratch his face and almost poked his eye out with his long nails. Then...
The shoes complete the costume: tall black boots with sharp stiletto heels, suede that will cling to my calves and shoot up to the bottoms of my thighs. I've been buying the clothes one by one over the past few months. The first piece was the skirt. Dark purple leather with black snakeskin detail, tight around the wast and only a little looser around the upp...
Prologue – The Dream The dream was always the same. In the darkness of our bedroom I came to my lover, joining him in the pale moonlight wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown, my heart pounding and my love for him greater than ever. In my dream I was aware of everything. The impossible softness of the carpet between my toes, the gentle caress of the...
It had only been a few hours since Marie had learned that her OB/GYN, Paul, and his wife, Nancy, shared her breast obsession. She was now their guest for the evening at their condo. Marie and Nancy were having some wine and getting to know each other. Shockingly, this was after they'd just had a three way sexual experience. Marie was mellow but still unsett...
Chapter 1 - Induction She stood where he had indicated as he reclined in the large black executive chair opposite, watching her. The silence began to get uncomfortable, his scrutiny seeming to bore straight through her. 'Strip' the command took her by surprise and she looked at him in confusion 'It's not difficult Jess, surely even you can take your clothe...
It was a bright, blue, cold day in February. As she walked towards me, I could tell that she had a neat figure. She was dressed in a beige trench coat and colourful scarf. She was wearing high heels and walked carefully so that I was reminded of a glider; smoothly weaving her way through the other shoppers. The advertisement had said, "Very shapely woman wis...