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The Sewing Class

by Classygloves on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

My wife (2nd marriage ) divorced me because she could not deal with my cross dressing. It was actually the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I proceeded to get my own apartment where I would not have to hide my wardrobe and I could come and go as I pleased. Except for going to work, I started to live dressed up as a woman almost all the time....

A friend homecoming

by Isa-bell on Apr 22, 2025

The sewing amount the strands of threads, she was always a little more on the side of the seemingly endless work of the needle and the machine, a hypnotic feeling of her craft, after years helping her mom at the front of the store it finally was time, she didn’t need to been seen to do her work, and that made her feel less worried beyond what words could exp...

Gypsy Designs Ch. 12

by I_Shadow on Sep 19, 2017
NonHuman

Gypsy sat at the sewing machine, finishing steaming the panels she was about to finish the last seam on. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head, rolling her shoulders she tried to relive the tension and pressure she felt between her shoulder blades. She'd spent the past three days sewing every waking hour. The orders had been increasing on a daily basis with...

Fashion is Our Name Pt. 03

by SierraSprite on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Molly and the Sewing Machines Chapter 7 - A Rugby Victory Suffering from the excesses of the weekend, Adrian and the two women told Nicole to go back to sleep as they dressed in the dark of their encampment in the building and made their way to the early train. Inish brought them three cups of terrible coffee from the mobile canteen as the train headed nor...

Wendy Ch. 08

by Fable on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 8 The Sewing Room According to Cotton Wendy stirred, her head came off of the arm rest and she gave me a quizzical look as if to say, 'where am I and who are you?' She had dozed off sometime during my description of my visit to the home of Mrs. P one rainy Saturday night. Her light snoring had not deterred me from my task. I droned on; determined...

Jack's Wild

by Nothing4it on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

"I still don't know why you don't just have a sewing bee or something," Jack said, as he dug the folding card table out of the back of the storage space. "Oh, my God. You sound like a Neanderthal. We don't plan on smoking fat cigars or anything. We just decided to get together for poker, that's all." Lisa shrugged and gave him a little grin. She had her lig...

A Sissy Saga Ch. 07

by Snurge on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...

My Neighbor Ch. 2

by Jigs on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

For the next four or five days I managed to stay away from my sewing room anytime when Peter might be home. I was even recovering a little until one hot August afternoon my virile neighbor caught me working in the yard. All I had on was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, the gym class kind with the short loose legs and elastic at the waist. My only unde...

When Souls Collide

by MysweetDragon1969 on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...

Finding You Bk. 01: When Souls Collide

by MysweetDragon1969 on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...