In this medieval/victorian fantasy world, the physical differences between men and women(also known as dickgirls) are enormous. In comparison to their male counterparts, women are taller, stronger, and better endowed. On top of all this, a dickgirl's cum has a strange drug-like effect on males. This effect's severity is mild when applied to the skin, stronge...
Simon rang the door bell, prompt at 2 pm, somewhere between nervous and excited and wondered quite how he had reached this point. He had met Sally in, of all places, a crowded cafe at King's Cross when all the trains were late. She'd pulled up a stool next to him , asked if it was okay to sit and started chatting. She was so easy to talk to, middle aged, n...
I studied the bottle of luminous green liquid carefully before introducing it to the bathwater. As the instructions directed, I then stirred it in until the formula had uniformly dispersed. Its sickly look mirrored the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I then attached a curious gauze just above my genitals covering part of my pubic hair and gingerly...
Mistress Viv wondered around the bed, filled with the most feminine and sissy items from my wardrobe. Her fingers stroking and examining various items in turn. The first things she picked up were some nylon panties. They were one of my earlier eBay purchases. A double layer of nylon ensured they always gave that nylon sliding on nylon feel even when worn on...
Don't ask me why but I've recently decided to come clean. To the world, my readers, my friends and most importantly, to myself. I can't hide or pretend anymore and I've decided to just put it all out there for the world to see and, believe me, it's extremely difficult for me to tell the story I am about to tell you. First, I think it's probably important t...
Author's Note: This is a story about how a chance meeting led to a much younger woman becoming an intrinsic part of an older bachelor's life. Readers be warned that if you are looking for raunchy and frequent sex, you will be disappointed. The sex that follows is just the spice added to the meat and potatoes of the love story This is my first venture into...
This is a story with themes some may not like. If that is you, read it, don't read it, your call. But if you are going to comment, keep in mind that no one required you to read it, and no one requires you to like the themes. Writing nasty comments only makes you look foolish. For others, I would love to hear your comments. And I hope you enjoy the story....
Correspondence from older (50-70), dominant ladies most welcome. * Chris was a not quite famous scientist who had made his contribution and was waiting for the rest of the scientific world to decide just how important that contribution was. This meant that he had time on his hands! He had never been romantically involved -- mainly because he was a secret...
Chapter Three: More Fun and a Deeper Push into a Reality. [10:15pm] My phone rings, I look to see who is calling me and I see it is Master Camron. I dutifully answer the call, "Hello, Master, sissy Chantel at your service." "Hey sissy, I need you tomorrow morning, that will not be a problem I suppose?" He asks. I reply, "Oh no sir working afternoons or...
The area by the window had a padded surface; no doubt Blanche's departed husband and many other enslaved men had been made to kneel for hours at this window, whilst they contemplated their fate on just such an evening as this. The padding would not be for their comfort, it would be there to ensure that their knees functioned when the time came to entertain....