After Genie convinced me to get rid of all my male underwear, she made every effort to compliment me on my panties. She frequently told me how good my ass looked in sheer panties or how great my cock and balls looked encased in feminine underwear. I never felt unmanly or sissified with her. She would buy me some new panties every few months. What she really...
It had been six months since that turning point in our relationship, that day when I had driven you to confess your fetishistic fantasies. That had led to the transcendent revelation about the dynamic of my seduction and your surrender, from which had grown our erotic rituals of dominance and submission. Somewhat surprisingly, our everyday relationship had...
Part 2 -- Exploring the depths of passion I had just confronted you and forced you to expose your hidden desires. As you knelt before the beautiful vision of me clad in black panties and stockings I had insisted that you gaze upon me until your fetishistic feelings overwhelmed you. You had confessed your deep enthrallment to my beauty and your yearning to w...
I appreciate you all asking me for more of the story - It would be hotter if you begged ;) Sissies can be so over-eager... (Keep the feedback coming please, Sweeties) Background: Bryan's roommate Caitlin has just discovered his crossdresser girl Tinder profile, while her friend Allison was swiping for a new girlfriend. Bryan is in the kitchen with a baby...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
Jazzie had been having some kind of confab with her friends over at their own lunch table. That was OK with me - I’d never been a really social type of girl. I was eating alone, trying to get caught up on my advanced sociology paper. Our assignment was to write about ‘The Influence of Walt Disney on American Values.’ I was trying to draw a line between D...
It was the late 1960's. I was a young lad traveling about Europe, running low on money. In desperation I ended up staying with family friends, Mr and Mrs Hull, in England. They were odd people and their plain Jane oldish daughter stuck in a small village house looking after her ageing parents was even odder. They made it pretty obvious from the start that th...
Laurie was a co-worker who had recently been appointed the training officer in our government agency. As such, she had acquired a nice private office, in which I found myself spending more and more time. We had always been friendly, but lately were exchanging comments of a more personal nature. I'd call it meaningless flirting. Laurie was a year or two young...
I had the panty time of my life. I was assigned the task of photographing the Edinburgh Festival for a fashion magazine, and my accommodation had been sorted out for me by a friend. I climbed three flights of stone tenement steps to a black door numbered twenty-three and rang the bell. The door was opened by a beautiful creature, little more than five feet s...
Married couple flashes and teases, just for the sake of sexy pillow talk later. * Because my wife, Cindy, and I live in northern New Hampshire, a colder part of the country, after having to endure a long, snowy winter, the summer is our favorite season. A time without coats and jackets is when my wife and I play our sexy games of exhibitionism and voyeuris...