If you've ever been to Eighth Street in Manhattan you must have noticed the shoe stores. Hundreds of people, tourists, NYU students, serious shoppers, surge into and out of them every day looking for bargains. Every language you can imagine is heard there: Japanese, Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, you get the idea. My girlfriend Nancy dragged me there late one Sun...
The following is an email chain between two crossdresser's who enjoy wrestling. All persons depicted in this writing are well over 18 years old. ***** I wish i could have been there! I would love to see a few pics if u can share. I love pro style fantasy matches. I love all the holds, drama, trash talking and victory poses where u pose with your stocking...
To my surprise I arrived home to find a voice mail from my old college room mate Devon. She'd be in town for a conference and wanted to try and get together for dinner. I smiled knowing Art would be expecting a private little show from Devon and I. Then it occurred to me, why not give Art and Mr. King a show. It would be a "shoe in" for Art's promoton, and I...
Anita sat on the edge of the bench at the end of the aisle, trying on another pair of heels. She admired them in the mirror, analyzing her pantyhosed feet. We had been shopping for over an hour and this was only the first store we had gone to. Most men would be bored of this but not me. Anita preyed on my nylon fetish viciously, especially in public. She en...
I had walked down the street not paying much attention to where I was or where I was going. I had walked for about 10 minutes after parking my car in an area I had never been to before. I had answered an ad in the paper about a job waiting tables and had been unable to find the café that had placed the ad. I don't remember how I managed to loose track of whe...
"Diane, how could you do this to me?" "Sabine, let's just talk about this. You like being seen naked, right?" "Well, maybe, but I didn't need to be naked in front of three teenagers! And I didn't want to be shaved! You couldn't have humiliated me more if you tried!" "Tell me that you weren't turned on, Sabine." For a bit I was silent. "I was scared, Dia...
Elsa crept downstairs knowing the two girls were snuggled together behind the sofa. As she made her descent into the hallway the smell of sex filled her senses. She inhaled and softly moaned. She then grabbed her jacket and quietly left the house. Seconds later she inserted the key in the lock and walked back into the intoxicating smell of sex. She looked ov...
Authors Note: I have not discussed the emotions of characters much in previous stories and this has drawn some comments. Partly it's because I write these for the benefit of me. I who have struggled with having less than vanilla desires, running away from them, and the pain and misery it has caused me including I think probably losing chances at true love th...
***This should stand alone on its own, but if you want to read more background, check out the first memo "An Office Memo" *** ***** MEMORANDUM To: Frank McCaffrey From: James Fields Re: Office Appraisals During Your Absence Frank, Here's hoping your trip went well and that you enjoyed the conference. I know how much of a pain it is to travel when...
She was humping and rubbing her sweet, juicy, pussy all over my face, as we danced the sixty-nine. I, on my back, while she happily rode my face, on top. We were loving every stolen moment intently, while concentrating on the others genital enjoyment. We were feeding the frenzy and on the verge of exploding or at least self immolation. She was a big girl a...