Dammit, the light is getting in. Maybe, I'll open my eyes and I won't be hangover. Maybe, by some miracle I'll feel fresh, the smell of coffee will fill my nose. Maybe, I'll wake up, roll over and see my wife give me that disapproving smile. I roll. Count to 10. And open my left eye. Yup. That was a mistake. First the light squeezes past my eyelids. Then...
Christine. Before 'lonely hearts' adds, and all that, I found myself in a strange city on my own. I finally placed the following personal in the local paper; 'Young man, 23, intelligent, new to area, seeks female companionship.' This was my first reply, Dear intelligent man. My name is Christine. I am 36 and on my own, except for three smallish children t...
There's a sudden lurch as the bus hits a pothole and your head bangs against glass you were resting on. Not hard, but definitely hard enough to wake you with a jolt. It takes you a second to remember who you are and where you are, literally. Four hours of nonstop drinks and grinding can take a toll on your memory. Even then, you feel more groggy and tired t...
"I'm nervous." I said to my roommate, Deb, as I walked into the living room. Deb had been my roommate since I moved to Philly for a job. She and her friend Mike had a room for rent. Deb was attractive in so many ways, her breast and hips were full and curvy, and her hair and make up were always on point. That's less of a big deal when you know that she work...
My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transgender slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been changed. This is who I am. A special thanks to Shy Girl Whore for her help with polishing this story!...
Disclaimer: This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle its contents please exit now. This work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such. Again this was written with the help and review of the lovely Aerielle. We both hope the readers enjoy it as much as we enjoyed work...
*Sometimes our heart reacts in ways we would have never imagined. Certain keys unlock certain lockers in our brain, which we never knew existed, and new caves reveal themselves; caves that are waiting to be explored. This is a continuation of the adventure Avi wanted to go on but has now gotten Shana interested and excited. To see how the unknown winds drag...
Things have been going great. We often go to the beach, in a conservative swim suit you don't see most of her work (the hard cock tat between her tits are hard to hide with a swim suit) and in her bikini the wording above her nipples is clearly visible, both "Cum Slut" and "QoS" as well as "Nina the Slut" across her lower back. It was very obvious that she w...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Your farmer made way down the hill towards the barn. You followed, casually sauntering down the hill, managing to pick up some speed in your descent. Moving on all fours had become second nature to you. Keira followed slowly. You turned and looked back at her with the dopey smile of a placid cow. She looked sad. You couldn't figure out why, maybe she needed...