This is meant to be a short and unconnected fantasy about the Dead or Alive character Helena Douglas which I discussed with another website's user. Our discussion kind of jumped around to different fantasies and how it would progress from breast worship to ass worship, for instance, so if I post more material about this, it will be short, ending without much...
FYI: This is a true story about me indulging my foot fetish in the way I wanted for the first time. I love feet, especially the teachers at my colleges my favourite teacher was Miss Clarke, biology teacher. Every day she wore black flats with no socks; they looked pretty rundown so I can imagine they smelled divine. She would always slip her feet out of her...
New series I have started due to requests. Annie & Her Tentacles chapters will still be going, just need to finalize my brainstorm on it though. Bekka stood at the foot of the bed waiting to be called in by Eleanor. Eleanor was already lying down in bed, and when she saw Bekka standing there awkwardly she rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to say i...
Eager as I am to tell you about my first crossdressed Halloween with Jude and Becky, I must save that for a later chapter and fill you in on some major developments that occurred as my first summer of feminization ripened into autumn. Surrounding these landmark events were patterns of submission we had established early on. I wore panties 24/7, and I shoppe...
He can sense her in the room as he always does when she walks in. He’s on his knees, eyes on the floor. He knows better than to turn around and look at her. He’s not allowed to look at her until she gives him permission. She stands behind him, watching him. She loves that he has no idea what she’s wearing. And has no idea what to expect. It’s the surprises...
Dear readers this is my first story and I hope you enjoy it. Your comments and suggests will be most helpful. I am planning on continuing the story if the feedback is positive. This story is based in part on facts and part on fiction. I will leave it to the reader to decide which is which. ***** I arrive at Mistress Nikki''s a couple of minutes before 2:0...
There had already been the civil ceremony with family and friends present and it was a great occasion, but what Jo and Roger had both really been looking forward to was the other ceremony, the secret ceremony. Here is the order of events for that special occasion: 11am Trinity, as priestess, in head-dress and black silk robes, asks the guests to rise. The...
Any guy would’ve taken notice. She was on the subway and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above-the-knee skirt hugged hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes that got my attention. And she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved a foot and dropp...
At last we were alone in her house. We had been out for a night out with work colleagues and had got drunk. Sophie had invited me back for coffee. We had done this before and just talked endlessly into the night about everything from politics to musical taste and occasionally sex. Nothing more had ever happened. We were both married and it was just fun and c...
This was the letter I wrote to an older Sissy in an attempt to convince Her to accept me as Her littler sister and use me. * Stop, You make me blush. I too luv wearing feminine luxurious things. I believe now I need to wear sensuous feminine things under the direction of some one else. Could that possibly be You. Please. You would treat me like a little...