"Will zis table suit you, sir?" the waiter asked. As with most of the waiters in Vienna, his English was pretty good. He motioned to one of the small outdoor tables crammed together on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. I sat down next to a handsome-looking black couple who were midway through their meal at the next table. The waiter tried to give me...
Kelly, I awoke in our bed to find myself alone, hard, and horny. I pulled the sheet away, both to reveal my errect penis to the shafts of sunlight streaming into the room through the blinds, and to allow my wanking hand access to it. I loved watching myself jerk off. Sometimes I'd play with my balls or worm a finger up my ass to make it even better. I could...
Well if you have read my other stuff you will probably know that some of what I write is fictional and some of it is something I experienced in real life. The story you are about to read is of the latter. My name is Brianne and I am a xdresser. I have been dressing for several years now, and I still find it just as exciting as the first time I slid on a pair...
What's up people? My government name is Omar Woodson but you may call Madame Orillia. The Black Canadian cross-dressing diva extraordinaire of metropolitan Toronto, Ontario. One of a few outspoken Black cross-dressers in town, and definitely one of the most wickedly fun and entertaining. Lots of Black men like to wear wigs, skirts, nylon panty hoses, bras an...
Chapter One – Wake Up Call The alarm went off and I groped for the "snooze" switch out of habit. Then I remembered that I had day maid duty today and sleepily rolled out of bed. Wandering into the bathroom, I pulled the shortie nightgown over my head and observed myself in the full-length mirror starting at my red-painted toenails. My gaze wandered up my sh...
Chapter One – Wake Up Call The alarm went off and I groped for the "snooze" switch out of habit. Then I remembered that I had day maid duty today and sleepily rolled out of bed. Wandering into the bathroom, I pulled the shortie nightgown over my head and observed myself in the full-length mirror starting at my red-painted toenails. My gaze wandered up my sh...
The morning dawned sooner than Wade had expected. He climbed out of bed, his cock limp but aching as it dropped against his thigh. He looked down at Sarah, a blonde nymph-like girl who last night had been his best friend in the world; but in a fit of drunken hormones, hours ago she had become everything Wade had ever dreamed she would. Wade walked into the...
This is my first submission, please vote and provide constructive criticism. Thanks! It was a Friday afternoon as Lydia sat in her office dreading the remaining few hours of work for the week, not to mention she was supposed to be going out for girls night with a few friends tonight. She couldn't remember the last time she went out, as she was busy with wor...
Twenty years is a long time. Twenty years is a long time to work with one woman. It is even longer time to desire one woman. Trust me. I know. Tess is my assistant. The term "assistant" really doesn't cover her position adequately. She knows our clients as well as I do. She knows our business as well as I do. She is probably as intelligent as anyone I know...
Characters: Dahlia and Mr. Banks. Descriptions: Dahlia is a college student with long dark hair usually put up in a loose bun. She is shy, pleasant and professional. Mr. Banks is a skilled corporate lawyer, somewhat older than Dahlia, with buzzed white hair and cold eyes. Setting: The office of a three-lawyer firm. The secretary's desk sits in the small lo...