In my early days of x-dressing, when I was just getting the feel for what to do and where to go, I was a bit nervous. Maybe more so nervous than excited to be doing what I was doing, but not one event that changed things was when I stumbled upon a bookstore that was just a mile or so from my dorm in college. I used to dress in my room, scared to death to go...
Author's note: This is a short short story, with no sex. It is a character in one of my novels. If anyone is interested in a writing challenge, try writing this girl's diary. Feel free to contact me. * Have you ever dreamed of being snatched out of your life into something much grander? That happened to me. One day I was a waitress at a greasy spoon diner...
Pamela, a hair stylist, was thirty when I met her. She wore short, dark hair parted a little off center and combed toward the right side where it touched the eyebrow. I was immediately attracted to her. The full lip, the facial bone structure, the slim but nicely curved body all combined to make a very attractive female. That Saturday afternoon we made smal...
I was too stunned to say anything. Lisa nonchalantly tossed my blanket back to me as she got up. "Well if you're just going to lie there, I'm going to go take a shower," she said. "By all means though, don't let me interrupt again. Feel free to go back to what you were doing!" She grabbed her towel and shower stuff and disappeared, leaving me lying there on...
It was a gorgeous day; the sky was a lovely baby blue covered with white, fluffy cumulus clouds. What awaited me around the next bend was much, much darker indeed. I had been cycling for hours, riding my way across the country on bicycle, and decided that I needed to get a drink and refill my water bottles for the next leg of my trip. I must have looked...
I'm laying here, still hog tied on the lawn. The sorority sister removed my blindfold before she left. I guess that was to add to the humiliation, I had to watch as people passed me by. Some were in cars, avoiding me. Some, hanging out the window, pointing and laughing. I continued to lay there as daylight passed. It would be dusk son, and no one bothered to...
My wife has always had a healthy sex drive. Occasionally, I would return home from work to the sight of her using her vibrator. On one particular day, I came home to find her on the bed pumping a fat dildo into her pussy. I coyly asked her, "Are you trying to make yourself a loose, little slut for me?" As I stripped off my clothes she responded, "Not yet,...
Most erotic stories start off with a description of the participants. The woman is described with lovely, if not large, breasts. She has a trim figure and cute ass. The man is described as tall, muscular, and well-endowed. Most of the time that is not reality, particularly so in my situation. The woman in our story, my wife of multiple decades, has large bre...
She rather suspected most women would really like a cock of their own. The one she had was beautiful, and did mostly what she wanted but it was still attached to him. She wanted her own, part of her, responding to her needs, her desires. It was the sheer audacity and outrageousness of a cock. It showed what state it was in so very clearly, there was no doub...
It is uncomfortably hot. Not just the Brisbane weather, not just my skin with trickles of sweat down my back; my body is burning from the inside with an itch that can't be scratched. My Sir knows about this itch, he calls it my 'slut tingle' - it's been growing day by day, threatening to overcome us both with its intensity and need. But my Sir always takes...