Characters are at least 18. The title is kind of a misnomer at this point. Probably should have thought that through. Also, mind the tags. This story has cross dressing, feminization, snowballing, and pegging. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. ***** "Good morning, cupcake," Renee whispered as she awoke and gave Chris a sweet littl...
I called her Cat. I don't know what her name was, and I never heard her speak or for that matter make a sound, not even when she burnt herself on the stove one day. She was probably in her mid thirties, blonde in a washed out kind of way and neither particularly pretty nor exceptionally ugly. In fact you wouldn't even have noticed her, quiet as she moved, if...
Chapter 1 The dimly lit room brightens in flashes of red and blue from outside the window as the sluttily dressed transwoman kneels over the body of her victim, crying, after she just slit his throat open from ear to ear, and still stroking his deflated penis as the door to the apartment is kicked in and the police rush into the room. "Freeze! Drop your we...
"Set point!" My twin sister stuck out her tongue as she crept in front of the baseline. We had played against each other countless times, and it always seemed to come down to this, a long deuce or a tiebreaker at the end of a tense, competitive match. Although I was a boy and she was a girl, we were evenly matched, and I sometimes felt that the only edge I...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
He putters with no particular deadline, but Sir is not your average, garden variety putterer. He is a journeyman carpenter and craftsman. He has, thus far in his short stay not only repaired, refastened, hauled out, lubricated, and painted this-and-that, he has reorganized the garage, rebuilt a rocking chair, restored an antique bookcase, and custom designed...
I was lost, which was kind of embarrassing. It had only been a few years ago that I lived in this city. I'm sure my friends had never anticipated this and had not thought twice about leaving me to my own devices. I wandered around the buildings. My friends were organizing a massive party of some sort and there would certainly be signs up and, as I expected,...
Last night I was thinking how nice it would be at the lake at this time of year. The cabin I rent when I go up there is so nice and quiet, set back from the lake about 200 yards into the trees. It is complete with a bedroom, living room and bathroom and kitchen, but best of all, it has a fireplace, for nights that are chilly, like tonight. Strolling up to t...
He was just an online fuck buddy. I have maybe thirty on my IM. When my husband is at work or when he's just not scratching that itch I can get online and be sure that one or two of them will be online and ready to talk dirty to me, to play to my fantasies or to watch me on cam as I make myself cum harder than I ever could alone. He was just one of many. T...
The man walked with his head slightly bowed, eyes scanning the ground in front of him and his arms swinging loosely at his side. Occasionally he would kneel down, placing his left knee on the ground. He chuckled as he reached for the rock and picked it up. The rock did not tell an igneous joke, no granite possibilities of humor. Not even a quartz of a funnin...