Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All character, events, and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously. Please send plenty of feedback. I want to know what you think. *********** I do not know when I sank into sexual depravity, or if what I did was really depraved. I guess the whole thing could have been handled more smoothly with a little mo...
Tonight my Sister Circle is having a very special meeting it is my cumming out of sorts. You see for many years I have lived a dual life one of the prim and proper Sunday school leader and one of shall we say Alternative prevarications. I am somewhat of a walking contradiction in that respect. So, as I over see the final arrangements for tonight's meeting...
I was on a flight from Vancouver to San Francisco feeling restless and I was anxious to get back home. I tried to get some writing done on the plane, but I couldn't concentrate. There was a father with his young son in the seat behind me constantly crying and kicking my seat. I tried to type, but my energy was gone, so I just stared at the blank screen in fr...
The last time they'd been together was wild. Sweat dripping off their bodies, total exhaustion at the last orgasm, chests heaving and smiles that would last for days. Vanessa smiled to herself before she entered her bedroom, where she would find Shawn already half undressed. She was still in her blouse and skirt, her legs clad in a shiny, tan coloured pair...
This is a continuation of my first story The Girl of my Dreams. **** The weekend after that Friday just seemed to drag on. I couldn't wait till I could see Emily again on Monday. I kept replaying the events of Friday in my head over and over again. I got so caught up in my own mimed I forgot to tell Jackson about my night. Once I finally remembered I had a...
I woke up with Catherine's white cotton panties bunched up beside me on my bed. "What the hell was I thinking?" I thought to myself as the sobriety of a cold, grey, Saturday morning in January hit me. "What am I going to do with these panties I collected yesterday?" It seemed like Valerie's light, green, silk panties were left as a parting gift; Amrita's r...
This story is true, as I best remember it. I have had a pantyhose fetish since a very early age. I love both women and men in pantyhose. Tan pantyhose have always been my weakness. I have always tried to keep it my secret. Eventually I got my own place, and well, I wore pantyhose as much as I wanted. At some point I started to add skirts, which I loved to...
I am a part time transvestite, who, if I do say so myself, looks quite attractive when dressed as a woman. It has taken me years to become adept at makeup and being capable of selecting sexy clothing that is in my size and that suits me. I have also had a number of lovely encounters with other TVs and male admirers. You can read my True Stories on this site....
I felt his entire weight, his entire body push me against the wall and the more I struggled the harder he pushed into me. My hands are firmly planted on the wall and my eyes are closed. At this moment, I feel panic. Panic of what may come soon. His leg, strong and thick, push my legs apart but my tight skirt stops them. He doesn't let that prevent him from...
A real life - and not very erotic - story about a prodomme. She had thick glasses. And quiet clothes. And the manner you get with two degrees. Strangers passing her on the street would think, 'a librarian with decent legs'. She actually did have decent legs. More than decent. But she was not a librarian. Come to think of it, she was a Liberian. At least sh...