The feeling of being all right, of being at peace, of not being fucked-up, that had grown steadily from when Trinnie had woken up shivering and sweating only a few hours before, was coming to its peak, the peak she knew so well and which was all that made her life worth living. And then, so suddenly, it was over. An abrupt collapse into a state of sickness...
Date: March 22, 2019 Author: Kirsten Addison Subject: Chrysalis of Kirsten Chapter 1 By KirstensubTS My name is Steven aka Kirsten. This story is about how I went from a closet cross dresser to becoming a full time transsexual slave. This story is mostly true, based on my journals with dramatic license to make it more exciting and readable. Names have been c...
In 1978, when I was just out of high school, I lucked into a job at a small market radio station. I started out on overnights, but at age 19 -- after just a few months on the air -- I was moved into the afternoon drive shift. On-air staff in radio aren't usually allowed the luxury of holidays off, so I found myself working on Thanksgiving Day. Since the rest...
"Well, Miss Brock, you were caught smoking in the girls' locker room today. You know, don't you, the penalty for that violation of the rules is expulsion, even though you are just a few months from graduation?" The high school principal looked sternly at the nervous young woman standing in front of him. That was hard to do, because she was such a hotty, an...
Amber and I woke up in each other's arms the next morning. I kissed her on the forehead lightly and left a note on her bedside table. Although I would have loved to stay and make love to her again, with such a successful night before, I had no more supplies for day 2. Luckily I had my friends brother pick me up some 'harder' alcohol in case the softer stuf...
“Start yakking, Mack. Who are you and what were you doing in that tree?” This came from thug number one. Moe brushed off the bark from his hands and straightened his jacket. Thug number two chimed in. “Maybe he’s a pussy, Al. Pussies like to climb trees.” Thug number one, Al, was middle-aged, thin-faced, and wore a permanently tired expression. He wasn’...
My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it's on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that's always a problem,...
If you found an old car in a barn covered by a blanket, would you start it up and try to go 100 miles an hour? No. It would probably blow up, or leak fluid, or break something. I haven't had sex in twelve years. Oh, I've had orgasms, masturbated, even had sex with another person on two or three occasions. But is wasn't SEX, that hot, sweaty, ohmigod kind of...
I just got home from work at the local coffee shop; it's around 3 in the afternoon, about the same time I get home every day during the week. I recently graduated from high school and I'm working this job until I decide what I'm going to do next. I live alone with my mom, my father left us when I was 11 years old, and I'm 18 now. My memories of Dad are that...
This my first attempt at submitting a story here, it's not very long but is very hot! I encourage any and all feedback. * You were a very naughty girl at school today. You had turned 18 over the weekend and decided to flaunt yourself. You tied your uniform blouse under your ample breasts and left your bra at home. You also cut 4 inches off the hem of your...