"Even Mickey enjoys the opera, don't ya, boy?" Mickey's father asked. "Of course, pa." He replied and then chomped on a forkful of mashed potatoes. Mickey Jenkins did enjoy the opera, but what he looked forward to the most was the formality of the affair. Wearing a tuxedo made him feel mature, a younger version of his dashing father. But the most important...
This story is pure fantasy (obviously). ————————————————— A classified mission, no details given when it was announced and barely more once things got underway. Usually we found out something, some morsel of information, but this time, nothing. No location, no timeframe. So I had no idea what to expect when we touched down, but as soon I stepped outside I...
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....
Call her about once a week to thank her for the wonderful lovemaking we had. I told her how impressed I was with her leather glove collection and of all the beautiful gowns she had. I shared with her my fantasy of being dressed as a debutante someday and be able to wear shoulder length white kid gloves. We made a date that would give us enough time for a tr...
Dear readers. This story is for people who are interested in fetish about leather gloves and boots. In addition, the subject of humiliating a woman by other women is also raised here. If you are interested in this subject, I invite you to read. Other readers who do not feel this climate may feel disappointed in the content of the story. The story is a pure...
The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Bournemouth 448981." "Hello Mrs. Temple. It's Charles Leyton here. How are you?" Charles realised as he heard himself speak that his voice sounded strained and oddly high pitched. A brief pause ensued, as if the receiver of the call was collecting her thoughts. "Charles dear, how nice to hear from you....
The premise for what follows is a family album and history. However, this is a family of dominant women. Alas, I have no ownership of the pictures I originally included in this work -- so you will have to use your imagination, aided by descriptions in brackets of the missing pictures. Perhaps there is a family like this out there, in this or some other reali...
I have always loved seeing others wear leather. I, too, love to wear leather and have a growing collection. I can't remember when it started but it seems I have always had this fetish for leather. During my first job out of college, I met a lovely young woman named Mikky. She was beautiful. Long dark hair, blue eyes, and long legs. All I could think of was s...
Angie Lynn sighed when she heard the back screen door slam close. "Thank God," she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. Alone at last. The walls of that tiny house were so confining, especially in the heat of summer. They say heat expands and cold contracts, but it seems just the opposite is true. In the sweltering dog days of summer, the world clo...
Chapter 3 -- Trust One week ago - - - - - "Derek?" He tried to roll himself over in bed, but there was nothing under his arm to push against. He flailed half-asleep until he sensed his body rotate from the momentum. "Whoa!" Derek relaxed, finally realizing what was going on. "Hey, I'd really wish you'd wake me up and then make me drift into the air with...