Matt's bliss ended almost as soon as it had begun. The girl he had met and who not only was pretty and smart, but also enjoyed his crossdressing decided that career was her priority after merely few weeks of their relationship; the two broke up as she moved to a different distant city. Matt still had a good job, amazing boss and sympathetic co-workers, but d...
Chapter 1 How It All Started I guess I'm a typical woman. I love pretty lingerie, shoes, especially high heels, clothes, make up. I work in corporate America in a senior consulting position. My normal work clothes are a fitted suit with either a skirt or pants or a dress worn with heels and pantyhose. I still dress like that now however, my pantyhose weari...
When I was 18 my family lived in the English Midlands. My parents both worked for a pharmaceutical firm and they were working at its English subsidiary. We lived in a small village about 20 miles outside of Birmingham. Because both my parents worked they could afford to send me to a public school—which in England means a private school. The school was...
It was getting dark outside. I sat on my bed reading my favorite magazine, waiting. The sunset ment it was getting closer for my mother to go to work. I walked out of my room and looked down the stair case. I can see her getting her purse ready. I was already done with all of my homework and was ready for a little fun. "Jay, honey I'm leaving" "Ok mom, I'...
After our long first night, Amy and I woke up around 8:00 am. I didn't realize I was still in my pantyhose. I peeled them off and placed them in the dirty clothes pile. Threw some shorts on and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Laura was already up, she said Bob left for a fishing charter and 2 hours earlier. Laura had a navy silk robe on, and from the way i...
It was summertime and the campus was dead. I was in the English graduate program at the University of ______________, and nearly everyone had gone to wherever they go. I was trying to finish my degree as fast as possible because I was 29 years old and I wanted to get on with my life. Don't get me wrong, I liked being a student, but I didn't want to be one fo...
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older at the time any sexual activity takes place. ******** "You seem a little off today if you don't mind my saying. What's bothering you Sandy?" There was no answer for a while as Sandy tried to compose herself before responding to her good friend April's question. The two were having their weekl...
Chapter Two -- Abigail Thompson Now... Steven Balfour was sitting at the desk in his bedroom staring intently at the computer screen where an attractive mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over an office table being fucked by a young man. The man had kicked her heels apart and was holding her down on the desk with her skirt hiked up, her pant...
The buzzing was annoying, but she supposed that was the point. The morning light had just begun to peak through the curtains and fill the room. Stephanie rolled over to the edge of their old fashioned four-post bed and swatted at the alarm clock to silence it, and then extended herself into a long, slow, satisfying morning stretch. She felt the sheets slide...
This story is entirely fictionally and any resemblance to any living person is purely coincidental. All parties in the story are at least 18 or older. * It was the winter concert of my senior year of high school. My name is Luke and her name is Hope. I was a chubby white kid, about 5'10" and 235 lbs, who played trumpet and she was a curvy biracial clarinet...