I tried to appear casual as I wandered about the busy mall wishing to remain anonymous, discrete. Beneath my attempt at normalcy my body seethed with frazzled nerves as I checked out Charles' appointed meeting place. Charles had selected a toilet in a quiet secluded corner of one of the upper floors. I hesitated at the door, casting a nervous glance over my...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The days passed incredibly slowly after my meeting with Aunt Pamela. She dominated my dreams and fantasies. She often crossed my mind while in class and I would wind up with an erection and squirming in my seat with the memory of the spanking she'd given me and the reward I'd earn...
Over the next few days I removed most of my male clothing from the house and donated it to Goodwill. I met Wendy as she got out of work each day and we went shopping. The first time was for regular clothing. Skirts, dresses and blouses, leggings and shoes and regular lady's sportswear. Thursday it was lingerie night. I ended up with multiple bras and camiso...
It was our first actual meeting. We had emailed back and forth about what we were both looking for and found we had similar interests. He wanted to take a straight acting guy, take his masculinity away and turn him into his submissive sissy bitch. That is what I had been thinking and fantasizing about continually but could I actually do it? From our email ex...
Years ago life was very different to nowadays, for a start pubs shut at 10.30 unless they had and extension for special occasions, they had different bars such as the main or public bar, the lounge and sadly no longer, a room called the snug. This room was usually used by the 'older generation' or people who wanted a bit of quiet/privacy. We had married sev...
Morgan Ashley was a very pretty lady, not movie star glamorous mind you, but far prettier than anything her wimpy husband Robin would normally attract. Having just stepped out of the shower she was wearing a red mid-wale corduroy bathrobe and her long red hair was wrapped in a towel. She was seated in the living room armchair with a cigarette perched between...
I know a lot of these stories are about some guy that watched porn or read it and got hooked or were some short femmy guy that got tricked into getting boned but that's not me. I'm Sam and yeah it's Samantha most of the time now. But before that it was just Sam and I was in my last year in college and to save money to fix my car I moved into a rental house...
Finally, I feel like I am where I belong. Picture this, if you will. A big and tall, muscular Black man clad in a pink tutu and frilly White panties, my face fully made up and my lips properly rouged. I am kneeling before a six-foot-tall, slender red-haired White chick and sucking her strap-on dildo. My Mistress Amelia Heinrich smiles at me as I suck her dil...
The next morning, Becky and I walked into the jewelry store a few minutes after it had opened. The older man who owned the store looked at us with a funny expression on his face. We approached him hand-in-hand. Becky, with her Hispanic heritage, was wearing jeans, a white blouse that draped over her giant breasts in the most alluring manner, and white cross...
Once upon a time... "Wait, wait, wait! We're not actually starting the story like this, are we?" Said the short fat kid in his mid-twenties. "I'm neither short nor fat." He said while swallowing his stomach and lifting himself on his toes. "I'm not doing any of that. STOP GIVING THE READERS FALSE INFORMATION!!" The angry non-short, non-fat kid yelled. "H...