CHAPTER ONE: SOURCE The 38 year old in the black velvet figure hugging dress bit down on her full carmine lips. She needed a cigarette. Jane Matthews put down her half drunk glass of wine on the bar, and slipped quietly into the crowd. Her friends were all busy discussing the play. God how she hated the monthly staff trip to the theatre. Very occasionally...
My eyes burned a hole through her. I stared before taking the time to enjoy the site of her body. Her name was Kayce and we had been friends for a long time. It had always been apparent that we had a lot of similar interests but we always had obstacles. She had boyfriends and I had my share of girlfriends as well. Finally, it all came together. Her body was...
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 story!...
I wake up after six long hours of restlessly rolling around and sleeping on the carpeted floor all the while you sleep so sweetly and soundly in a Queen sized bed that's big enough to hold at least four people. I don't dare wake you yet as I remember the list you have given me with chores to do before waking you. Six hours earlier as I'm kneeling on the fl...
Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she's been known to faint during the throes o...
"Those slaves, those whores, those concubines sicken me – they absolutely sicken me. They stand out there on the street corners, offering their bodies to the highest bidder, any man who will give them a handful of bills for a night of sick pleasure. How do they look at themselves in the mirror? Can they not see the soulless, hollow creature that resides with...
I was lying in a hotel room bed, watching TV. I was waiting for two dancers to join me for an evening of fun. I had met them the night before at Valentine’s, a topless bar. Judy was nineteen. She had short blonde hair, was about 5’ 4” tall with a tight body, and had large perfectly round breasts, as large as cantaloupes that didn’t droop. Her friend, Sandy,...
This story, not just this part, is for Hooked100! An inspiration, to me & I hope to others... (You need to read part 01 to understand Elizabeth's perspective and the reason for her narrative.) * We drove home in silence, George furious. I could see his red face in the dash lights. I smoked incessantly. Filling the ash tray in the console with lipsti...
A few weeks ago, Kelly stunned me by cheating on me in our own bed. Well, I say cheating but in fact she set it up so that I would arrive shortly after her lover departed, with his come still leaking from her used pussy. It was an incredibly slutty thing to do and actually quite unlike her, but she had apparently discovered my passion for reading and writing...
The air was warm and still as I walked through the suburbs near the UBC campus. The smoke from the joint hanging out my mouth trailed after me, marking my passage as I walked past houses I would never be able to afford. The affluent neighbourhood wasn't the usual locale for a queer house party, but I wasn't about to complain. There are only so many times you...