Background I am a long-haired man in my forties. I have been married, divorced and married again. I have children from both relationships. I do plenty of manly things. Yet, behind all of this is the overwhelming desire to be a sissy. I cannot explain it to myself never mind to anyone else. I fight against it mostly as it does not fit in to my everyday life...
Chapter Eight: Moving Along with my Sissy Maid Life and lots of Sissy Slutty Sex too. [Beep, beep, beep] My alarm clock goes off and a struggle to wake up. It is 7:00am and I come around to realize I'm in my sissy bedroom in my Master's house. I get up quickly now, in my white satin bra and panty with white satin full slip, this is my sleeping lingerie. I t...
First of all, it must be noted that I am not a writer of erotica. I find it much more fun, and erotic, reading stories where I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen (even if it's pretty clear from the direction of the story so far) than writing ones where I have such absolute control. But I am an avid reader, and I have read many stories in each of the c...
Georgina Harris stood in front of me in her underwear. Her long, red hair was no longer tied back. It flowed against her shoulders, Her pretty, freckled face made me feel proud to be alive. I sat on my leather chair, holding my dress up. My erect cock, tight against my pink thong. Christine Wells tried to comfort a distressed Sue Lewis. Georgina removed her...
FRIDAY MORNING "Are you going to work dressed like that Jo?" My wife was dressed in black, sexy high heels, black stockings with a pink 1920s style pencil line up the back of them, pink frilly satin panties (she hates thongs) and matching push up bra. "Yes I am hubby," she purred, as she pulled a navy blue, short pleated skirt over her hips. "Is there s...
I had always been curious about men. I had always wanted to experiment but alas I was way too scared of being "gay" to ever follow through on any of my urges. Chalk that one up to 18 years of living in a conservative Christian community. Instead I left my sexual urges to the alone time I had to indulge in my other fantasy of crossdressing. I loved the thrill...
I closed the bathroom door and looked at Katie. 'So, how was it?' I asked. She looked at me and smiled. 'It was great my love. I am a bit sore to be honest, but I can understand why you are so captivated by Angie and Tilly - they are amazing girls.' I nodded. 'They certainly are. I hope you weren't shocked by some of the things they said. Or I said for th...
(Continued from Chapter 3) Several nights had passed after the party at the mansion and kissing Ted. Bernice called me Saturday and Sunday, but, both nights I told her I could not come by to see her. On Saturday, my girlfriend went to a party thrown by the basketball team. I knew she would end up fucking one of them, he would use her like a piece of meat,...
Ayesha was not to be denied; slave was rampant after witnessing the erotic antics of the maids, and was anxious to please Ayesha quickly, so that he may watch over Pepper; she was so soft and vulnerable. Slave's cock rose quickly as he sniffed at the gloriously rich scent of the dusky beauty's thong. She smiled with a sense of admiration as he licked and lap...
1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...