This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank michchick98 for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planned or not. *** I'm a diabetic, I was first diagnosed a long while ba...
A man who lost a bet must dress as a woman and discovers he likes it. "Pardon me, Madam," said Ed trying to hustle his shopping cart down the aisle by a very large woman. With her carriage blocking one side of the aisle, she was hunched over a shelf with her big ass blocking the other side of the aisle. When the woman turned to move her carriage out of the...
"Okay, we need bell peppers, corn, eggs, mustard, oil, vinegar, and onions. I should have more than enough pasta at home". Austin, as always, has the complete overview of our dinner plans for the evening, while Ryan and I are just kind of tagging along, letting him make all the decisions. Master chef that he is, he doesn't really need our help anyw...
Lorraine was accustomed to do her main shop travelling to the supermarket by the number 25 bus. In her forties, slim and petite she had looked after herself and boasted good health. Much to the envy of friends who said she was the sort of person that, no matter what she eats, never puts on weight, but Lorraine claimed it was exercise too and keeping away fr...
Paula used to work with my wife, in fact, sat next to her for the past 2 years. That was until my wife was killed in a tragic accident a few months ago. Paula is a petite blond with a killer body and an unbelievable southern accent. Unfortunately, Paula was married to a real jerk; a man who treated her like a piece of furniture and ignored their son. A few...
Inspired by a friend's true story; thanks Amelia! Amelia was exhausted. What had she been thinking, shopping all day in her condition? In her seventh month of pregnancy, any prolonged activity, even something as simple as shopping, absolutely wore her out. But, Amelia thought, she needed to get out, and Erica was the perfect shopping partner. She was so vib...
Clothes, my darlings, are very important for a bitch. Clothes control the cock, after all, and not just your own. It's why I love shopping. Sex and shopping. Shopping for sex. And if you're me, you know that sometimes, on your best days, you can have sex while shopping. I have had some of my best fucks in stores. Tongues that darted into my cunt. Mouths tha...
I was determined to write a transsexual and/or cross-dressing story for Literotica's 2008 Survivor Contest. I thought that I had written a cross-dressing story when I wrote Do You Know A Cross-Dresser, Ch. 02, but that was placed in the Reviews and Essays Category. Then, I thought that I had written a transsexual story when I wrote Transsexual Sex with Vinni...
It's a game we play you and I. Two people, so comfortable in each other's arms and, with each other's thoughts, pretending to be complete strangers. What is to come, a complete mystery. The only thing predetermined is the location and approximate time. Today, as always, we arrive separately. This time, it's the grocery store. Our eyes first meet in of all s...
The first time I ever thought about becoming a woman, I thought I was losing it upstairs in my mind. Where I lived, no one ever thought about dressing like the opposite gender- and that included me. Besides, I was fairly lean and loved to lift weights at one of the local gyms whenever I could. So anyways, I get back home to my apartment and crack open my e-...