I was just a girl cruising the Internet for her master. Well I wasn't a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and I lived near a college, and one day we found a pair of panties on the ground near a dor...
I reluctantly pulled away from Maryann early the next morning, needing to use the bathroom. I grabbed my clothes and took them to the bathroom with me, slipping into them once I was finished. Instead of going back to bed and disturbing Maryann, I headed downstairs and put on a pot of coffee. It wasn't long before the smell of fresh coffee permeated the large...
It's one of my favorite things to do. I get up around 9am, reach for my pipe and get some good hits of weed and take a shower. By the time the water is hot, my cock is reacting to the pot and the heat of the liquid falling over me. It's all I can do to not jack-off right here and now. But that's not what I want. Not right now. I get dressed. A nice black t...
I have one hell of a weird wife. I know, I know, most men will say the same thing, that their wives are weird to some degree, but how many have wives who like to give hand jobs? I don't mean that she likes to give them to me - I mean she likes to give them to just about anybody. She says when she has a guys cock in her hand she feels a sense of power and con...
Chapter 3. Gerry. (June 1993) While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on the journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from an opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a move by the time I'd finished my sandwich though, so standing up and smoothing crumbs from...
Could it be true? Sitting on this hard bench in the middle of my best friends wedding I notice you sitting on the bride’s side looking forward. You’re on the end of the bench and my eyes are drawn to you from across the many faces separating us. Sitting up, I glance back over in your direction and notice the dress you are wearing. Strapless shoulders, the bl...
I put my tooth brush back in the glass, adjust my hair a little, glance skeptically at my not too muscular torso and shrug my shoulders: no quick fixes for that. I pick up my satchel from the floor, walk through the door and down the stairs to the streets. I can feel the fresh and mild morning breeze against my skin as I walk the final few steps before hitt...
It was the summer after I graduated from high school; I was eighteen at the time. I was dating the guy who was to eventually become my first husband. He was two years older than I. We both worked day jobs and saw each other most evenings. We both worked about 5 minutes from a large county park. In nice weather, when our lunch hours coincided, we used to mee...
"When I awoke the next morning, I was disoriented. The sun was coming in the wrong window and my bed felt different. Opening my eyes, I looked around the hotel room. Marie was sitting on her bed reading some papers dressed once again in that same brown tweed suit. It was then that the day before came back to me and I choked back a sob. Marie must have hear...
Why Grandma cries when the lights go out When I was young, I remember one winter day when my mother came home in tears. I was sitting on the porch waiting for her, wearing a brown doeskin jacket she had made for me the winter before. There was a dogwood tree in our front yard, and I could hear the dead leaves hanging from its limbs rustling in the easterly...