I recently went to New Orleans, and found the coolest club. It was like no other bar I had ever seen in my life. I just have to tell you about what happened that night. Here is a log of that night's events, from both my perspective and from my friend Darlene's perspective. 9:00 P.M., New Orleans, 85 degrees out. My name is Miranda. I am 29, 5"7, have medi...
Day 1 - Roxy Arrives. [The New Orleans installment of the travels of Roxanne Cox, a mature (kinky) cross-dresser from the DC area.] I arrive mid-afternoon at Louis Armstrong Airport from Washington DC and find my shuttle to my hotel just off the French Quarter. I am on the first day of a three-day business trip. Travel is the one time I get to fully dress...
I leave town for a week for a business trip and talk to you each night on the phone. This specific evening, I call and before we hang up, tell you I am going for a late night walk on the beach again. Each night I have gone after we talk and say goodnight. You tell me to enjoy my walk and to look out for the details that you are always so good at catching. "Y...
As I slowly walk down South Water St. I see this sign saying Grand Opening. I look inside through the window and see an old man sleeping before a TV, with old books all around him. I slowly open the door and a bell above my head dings. The old man wakes up and says, "Hello, take your time looking around, everything is half off." I thank him and look aroun...
Ever since that night at the supermarket, where Kim flashed the stock boy then pranced around with the deli guy bottomless, things have been different. She didn't stop wearing bras to work, or go out and get the newspaper nude...at least not at first. But Kim decided that she liked showing off and started showing more skin. And that suited me just fine. The...
After nap time she said she had enjoyed that and the time with Ray and now Mathew made her feel sexy again. In the park she also purposely turned towards our apartment giving Mathew a good look at her ass, after all like Ray said, "Black guy like big white booty." Sunday mornings is my day of relaxation and Junior and I slept in. Dee got up and went for a w...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ I am a student at a London university in the mid 1960s but...
The howl cuts through the still of the night; the sudden noise makes me jump in my chair. When will I get used to it? The doorbell rings, and I go to open the door. A group of children, dressed up as devils and ghosts and witches and sickening, sugary-sweet fairies - aren't Halloween costumes supposed to be SCARY? - are standing on the doorstep, yelling "Tri...
This story is a RP that myself and badboycal01 did. It has been rewritten to a story format so that it reads better and makes more sense. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! * There is a knock at the door. I open the door and return to my Masters side as you enter the room. Master moves forward to enter. Behind him is a young girl in ha...
Each day I spend my lunch down at the park in town. It is down by the lake. I sit and eat my lunch and watch the people walk by. I watch them and they watch me. Then when I’m done I go for a long walk. Each day that I go I start my walk about the same time. At 12:30 pm I start my walk. I like to walk the same way each day. On the 6th or 7th day I spotted a n...