This is my first story, it is in no way real, completely fictional. Any likeness to places or events is completely coincidental. I hope you enjoy, please give feedback if you have any. *** For my nineteenth birthday my brother took me to the club he worked at. He refused to serve me alcohol, but didn't care about anything else I did. I ended up meeting a w...
I hate it when he gets new ideas. I truly do. That means new pain in new places, new words, new acts of violence. I like routine. I'm used to the same thing, being punished the same way. Knowing the rules and having a specific consequence for each. That's the way I was trained. But when he gets new ideas...that means adjustment, adaptation. Surprises. I hat...
While my wife of 16 years has known of my fancy for cross dressing, she really didn't realize how far I delved into the realm of womanhood. That is until yesterday, when I forgot to lock my office door. It all came to a head, in more ways than one, when she burst into my office and found Desiree, "The Hot to Trot Transvestite" busy with one cock in her ass a...
Bloody planes! I'd been away on a three-day business trip. No fun, no action, and three days away from my wife. Not good. I always missed cuddling up to her long legs and incredible ass. She never wore anything to bed either. Just that smile and the glint in those cock-sucking eyes that tell me when she's in the mood. I'd been presenting to a group of sport...
My name is Franklin Reginald. A tall, good-looking, forty-something black man of Haitian descent living in rural Georgia. In the good old U.S. of A. Like many men in this world, I work very hard to make a living. And if there's something which I absolutely cannot stand, it's those people who don't respect the hard work of others. Or worse, those who take the...
I'd been transplanted, via a broken heart by my cheating ex-girlfriend, to the big city of Atlanta for a good six months when I met Suzie at a new contract my company had me servicing. Plenty of time to have my alter ego, Desiree – The Hot to Trot Transvestite, learn the ins and outs of HotLanta. My wardrobe had grown a full closet and I spent most weekends...
Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer’s Med Log: Stardate; 14014.0837 Footnote* Cancel Captain Picard’s tea and crumpets every Thursday, and reschedule Commander Data for prosthet...
Edgar Williamson got the insistent text on his phone. It seemed very important if not immediately clear. He text was followed by a short phone call from Doctor Mather, "My house ten minutes!" was all it said. Dropping everything Edgar rushed out of his office, across the street, and into the nearby condominium complex where Doctor John Mather lived and work...
Jessica stood in a panic. Where is he!? What is he doing? Oh my god I can't believe he touched... touched me! Jessica's body twitched involuntarily. Remembering the touch of the frigid fingers on her sex, drowning out all thoughts and reasons. She just wanted to bask with those fingers inside of her pumping in and out harder and... Jessica's mind froze as s...
I lay there under this incredibly beautiful fully transformed girly-boy, her lipstick covered lips still softly and tenderly kissing me, kissing my lipstick covered lips, my rouge covered cheeks, my eye shadow covered eyelids and my mascara coated lashes, showing how much she loved having me under her, her huge still hard cock buried deep inside my pussy/bot...