The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...
It was a Wednesday morning. I was on the Metro platform waiting to head into the office during the morning rush hour; no different than any other spring work day. By the time the train reaches my station there's never a vacant seat and I always have to stand. I boarded through the last door at the back of the train, as usual, and held on as the train pulled...
I was somehow surprised with the news. Surprised and helplessly excited with the thought of having to share my Mistress with another guy. He would be also her slave... so, not too bad! I've always dreamed of being part of a male harem... She gave me the news at a wonderful Italian restaurant: I was quite intrigued by her evening choice. She knew my Italian b...
It was on the Paris Metro line 1. It was rush hour and the car was packed. People were crammed against each other as tight as you could imagine as I was standing against a folding seat. They normally folded down but since the car was so full, it was curettes to just lean against them. So I was leaning against the seat, and he was leaning against me; his face...
We laid on the bed, and I immediately cuddled in his arms. I knew what was about to come, Alex had this gleam in his eyes, a tiny mischievous flame in there that was going to translate in his voice, and ignite the evening. It was Bedtime Story Hour. Alex has this way with words, words as agile as his long, supple, tender hands. Every time, they make their...
I'm a transsexual. I make no excuses about it – I love being feminine, feeling like a woman, wearing women's clothing, especially the short mini-skirts with a slit up the thigh, thigh-high stocking, heels, and very sexual bikini panties, with my hard cock straining to escape. I feel beautiful as a woman. I'm kinda tall in my three-inch heels, about 5'11," 1...
It was a hot, sticky August afternoon in our nation's capitol when I met Suzana for the first time. She was an exotic girl of mixed descent and had a strong free-spirited hippie vibe about her. She wore a flowing orange sundress that hugged her form perfectly. We stood on the DC Metro platform as the evening rush hour began, the air was thick and beads of sw...
"I know. Show me one teacher who is as hot as he is." "She's right! Except for miss Bonanza!" It was a joke. Amelie was one of the funny ones. Miss Bonanza on the other hand, was not! She was our class teacher and she looked every bit as strict as she was. We were collectively terrified of her. "By the way, Rachel, what's going on between you and Michael?"...
For Frank Harmon the world was a colorless place, a place he slowly ambled through just trying to keep his life together. Married now to a disappointed woman, someone who expected something more from him, more than the dingy apartment they lived in, more than the beat up car she drove, more than the day to day drone of the Frigidaire. In his bland existence...
This is a fanfic. I have the Original author's permission to do this, so please enjoy! (Check out sexgundam666, but if this is the stuff you like you probably have done so already) ***** Anna's POV: The sunlight hit me directly in the face. I didn't like that, it blinded me. Especially when waking up after a long party. It was wild. I had made out wi...