This story is fiction and is written for my pleasure and any comments or suggestions that anyone would like to make. Any suggestions through the link below. I adore the feel of leather, rubber, pvc and anything silky so it was no surprise to me that at an early age I liked the feel of certain female clothing. I am a perfectly straight male but my fantasie...
Vella wore red. A satin and lace dress that dipped low in the back to reveal the tattoo of a vine of violets. The tattoo disappeared under the sheer lace panel only to reappear through the slit down her right leg. She was stunning. Her short blond hair framed her full flushed face. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt his hand caress her thigh, slip unde...
Ramona, Inga and puppy. The thing about New Mexico is the wonderful cultural and ethic diversity. How do I describe Ramona, a firm but robust woman of mature stature? No flab or cellulite. She was about 5’6” average bust for a woman her age and size. Black hair and brown eyes. Ramona was from a very old Hispanic family; you know Old Spanish land grants. S...
I had been saving up to buy myself a long pair of black kid leather gloves that I had seen at Saks 5th Avenue on one of my shopping trips. .In order to make an event of it, I had taken the whole day off because I wanted to shopping femme mode this time. One of the pleasures of living the Washington, D.C. Area is that there are so many wonderful upscale stor...
My wife (2nd marriage ) divorced me because she could not deal with my cross dressing. It was actually the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I proceeded to get my own apartment where I would not have to hide my wardrobe and I could come and go as I pleased. Except for going to work, I started to live dressed up as a woman almost all the time....
This story is the second chapter two my earlier story "A High School Bet" which can be found in "First Time". Although this story works ok as a stand alone story it may help to have read my other story first. *** Jesse Sinclair felt slightly awkward and worried. He'd made a bet and lost and now he had to face the forfeit dreamt up by his kinky twin sister...
The mansion was huge but Michael could barely see it as the chauffer quickly whisked him indoors to a large drawing room. Diane was already seated in a leather armchair as he stood before her. She made him pose and turn around so she could see how he looked. In the airport she did not have as much time to examine his new look. "Mmm, as I thought," she said...
I like to drive. I like to leave the overcast and lonely city full of fast going people in their obscuring beige and gray trench coats. All of them blending together and yet ignoring one another, like pigeons milling about. There, in the city, I despise driving. It is stop and go, a jilting journey of endless lights in which I never actually enjoy going anyw...
This story is a follow up to my earlier celebrity story "Comforting Jennifer" in which (fictional) tennis star Jennifer Stanton is comforted in a very special way by Anna Kournikova. You don't need to read that story to get this one but please do anyway because I like my stories to be read. Jennifer Stanton's career and popularity had gone from strength to...
Chapter 1 Joan was going to spend a few weeks with her aunt and uncle at their summer home in a remote area of south central Missouri. It was the summer between her Junior and Senior years at the University of Missouri in Columbia. She had turned twenty one earlier that spring. Her Aunt Susan was in her early-forties and along with her Uncle Mike ran a ver...