**This is a true story, which yes, is long and slow a bit in the beginning but, it does get better.** I was brought up with strick parents. Sex was taboo, wasn't allowed to watch movies rated over PG-13, wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, had to be inside the house by dark. Being the only child, this made it more rough on me. There wasn't anyone to talk...
You asked for a fantasy that I had – there certainly are a million of them to choose from with you as the star. I chose this one, not because it's my top fantasy of all time, I'm not even sure which one that would be, but because this is one I had recently and it stayed in my mind for days afterwards. * * * * * "Oh, look," Carrie says "another adult bookst...
The final episode. There is no sex in this story. And before you ask for a follow-up to the story, no, the end is intentionally how this story ends, make of it what you will. Enjoy or well you know the rest. ***** Today was an interesting day. Although I had moved to the south of France initially, I never really warmed to the place, or got on with the pe...
Another regular day of a regular life, and I feel the regular amount of excitement as I walk out to my mailbox. I open the mailbox door and pull out exactly what I found yesterday; a collection of bills, junk mail, and credit card advertisements. I shift through the envelopes, turn, and walk back towards my house. I flip to the last letter and it catches my...
At the base of Mount Olympus, near to the border between the realms of mortals and gods, there was a large and glorious hot spring. The waters of the spring bubbled up from the ground, warmed by the fire of Hades, and the bathes it formed ranged in temperature from comfortably warm to scalding hot. The air was always thick with steam and pleasantly scented t...
First time contributor, let me know what you think and if you want more. ***** Our daughter is in bed, so we both go to the kitchen, a little tired from a long day. We share a hug that is loving and helps us to melt away the worries of the day. After a minute or so my hands wander down your slim waist and they hover over the orbs of you fabulous ass. I slo...
Chapter One Today I got a letter from Mr. Kesler's Institute. It was a nice brochure and a note that said I had been accepted into the next class that starts on Monday, in three days. It also shows where I will be sponsored by Mr. Kesler. I am excited and first text Mr. Kesler to let him know of my acceptance and to thank him for sponsoring me. He quickly t...
Grant snow was a professional photographer, he had become disillusioned with the world of glamour photography due to the constant prima donnas being sent to him for assignments. The professional models who he had to photograph were either so stuck up their own backsides or high on drugs he found it hard to motivate himself anymore. So he decided to go back t...
The following is an email chain between two crossdresser's who enjoy wrestling. All persons depicted in this writing are well over 18 years old. ***** I wish i could have been there! I would love to see a few pics if u can share. I love pro style fantasy matches. I love all the holds, drama, trash talking and victory poses where u pose with your stocking...
At the time of the start of this true story I was thirty years old. I had been taking part in 'free n easy's' for about seven years. Free n easy's are where a keyboard player, or band, invite anyone who wants to sing up to do so. I had a regular keyboard player that backed me, and we had become good friends. It was while going along to various places that...