"OMG, Laura please, don't make me do this," Dave pleaded one last time as it was now time to stand before her entire family and beg their forgiveness for his sexual indiscretions. She straightened the dress he was wearing, then adjusted his earrings. "No Dave, the talk is now over. You will perform this embarrassing act for me, and ask my family to forgive...
"Out of the Closet and Into the Fire" "I don't know Sarah. I had him try on a dress of mine. Then I sent him in to take a bath and shave his legs. He seemed to be doing as well as could be expected under the circumstance I guess," she said on the phone "When did he leave Lynn?" Sarah asked calmly. "Well, he took a bath and put the dress back on after som...
Sara Miller woke as the sun streamed through the windows of her childhood bedroom. Her calves ached from her run yesterday. She stretched, rolling her dainty ankles left and right. She pulled on some shorts and a tank top. At college, Sara had gotten into the habit of sleeping naked, but things were different now that she was back home for the summer. Now o...
BING BONG! Hearing her doorbell ring Piper Cherry hurried through her home on the balls of her feet. Having been caught painting her toenails in her living room she made her way through her house to reach the front door. Opening it she peered out to see her new bestie, next door neighbor Josie McKellen holding up two wine bottles as if ready to party. "Hey...
A Story of Degradation. This story involves BDSM and crossdressing, change of lifestyle and full submission both mentally and physically. If this is not for you feel free to read elsewhere, please. I was 47, just divorced for the second time and for the first time in years able to be myself and enjoy what I wanted to do in my own time. I should explain...
Faith's eyes popped open when male laughter rumbled up from downstairs and woke her. Searching for Bill, she rolled over and found the bed empty. The blanket and sheet seemed to have fallen off. A chill shivered through her, as she turned on the bedside lamp. "Bill," she hissed, thinking maybe he was in the bathroom, and then realized the laughter from sou...
I hate the summer because it's so hard to hide my tastes. I guess I should call them kinks or fetishes, but I don't like that. Everybody has their tastes, and mine are mine and I don't feel like I should have to label them like that. It makes them sound embarrassing and shameful, and I don't want to feel that way. But I do anyway, and winter clothes let me...
Red scampered through the forest as carefree as ever. She'd loved these leisurely walks to her grandmothers house once upon a time, mostly when she was younger. Today was no exception. Even though she was now 18, she liked to still wear the clothes that reminded her of her grandmother's tastes. Today was a flowered sundress that crept up above her knees from...
I lay back on a big relaxing soft pile of thick luxurious Arabic pillows, overstuffed and with embroidered velvet covers, ornate golden tassels on the corners. There were many more such big rich pillows all over the floor of the room, and even some big piles of them piled up to the low eight-foot ceiling. The ceiling had luxurious deep-shag Arabic rugs hangi...
The wait for Wednesday dragged... I'd gone clothes shopping and had decided on a red silk blouse with an above the knee pencil skirt with my black patent shoes and barely black stockings. I'd decided to go with my bob wig and full 90s style make up. I was looking forwards to seeing the final look and to tasting Zoe's delicious cock! I headed over to Zoe's...