I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...
I didn't even see it coming. I should have. I should have known that life just can't work out exactly like you would expect. Instead it has to throw you curve balls, put you back on your heels, and then put the next one on your chin. The first few months after Emily moved in, things were going great. Emily became more and more comfortable going out in publ...
This is the continuation of the story about my weekend with Alesha, as detailed in "The Pleasure Principle -- Part 1" (It helps to read part 1, but isn't essential). * Following her into her bedroom, I decided to be a little more forceful. I told her to insert the Ben-Wa balls again. Flicking through her wardrobe whilst she retrieved, washed and inserted...
A story does not sleep. You have heard a thousand, maybe more. Novels, rumors, legends and anecdotes, and you may think you have forgotten them, but they merely hide in the abandoned corridors of your mnemonic palace. A story lingers there, it's sensors spread across the perimeter of your awareness, listening, watching, sensing every nuance you experience. I...
I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
Birth, death and marriage. These were the three most important events in life. These were also the occasions where Ivory, as the shaman's apprentice, was now required to play an important part. It was Glade whose role was the most vital, particularly with regards to giving birth. Her midwifery skills were in greatest demand during the summer, as this was the...
I first met Ronnie when he was 16, His father, a Cuban exile, had hired me to customize a 37 foot cruiser, a big, beautiful boat. If you've read my stuff, you know that I'm a boat builder here in Florida. Oswaldo, Ronnie's dad, had come over from Cuba in 1963 and made a fortune as an insurance broker. He'd married a gorgeous Venezuelan lady, and Ronnie was t...
"You do too!" I pushed Caroline playfully, pulling the covers off her chest. "Sex is not easier for girls than it is for boys! We have to do a lot of work to have a good time." She pouted at me, pulling my hand up in between her breasts and bringing me closer under the covers. We had left the window open the night before and the chilly spring air cooled th...