I had been cross dressing since I was about 10 years old, I'm now in my thirties and this story is about my first encounter with another man. It all started one day when my wife would be out for the day and I had settled down to surf the net looking for transgender sites, I was only dressed in a black lace garter belt, black hose and high heeled black pumps....
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don't know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
It's dark when I finally arrive at the Massimo de Marco atelier. It's my last go-see of the day. I'm forty minutes late. Inside the crumbling brick building, everything is bright, clean, and modern. An officious-looking woman with narrow glasses and a dark bun is shuffling and sorting a daunting stack of papers. She quickly looks me over and returns to her...
So, here it is, a new series from the author of "Bethany's Secret." I just want to thank everyone who send me all the nice feedback and everyone who gave me high reviews for my submissions. Disclaimer: If you are under 18, or pornographic material is illegal in your area, please do not read this story. If you are over 18, and it is legal, then please enjoy m...
I opened my eyes in the morning. There she was beside me, the perfect woman. Hot body and a nice, throbbing cock. Until last night, I would not have believed that I would have loved the cock part. I began stroking her as she slept, as she became hard I saw a smile form on her lips. “It’s too early for that,” she said musically. “It’s never too early,” I si...
Chapter 25: The Nanny from Hell and the Great Whore of Saigon pay Melinda and Paul a visit My advice to every white guy who's reading this: get yourself an Asian woman. Ditch the white bitch. Asian women are more intelligent and harder working than white women are. They seldom get angry and, best of all, never get angry without any apparent reason the way t...
“Look,” she said, stopping me in my tracks as we stood on the boardwalk, “you seem like a nice guy, but I just met you, I don’t even know you,” she said patiently, “and more importantly, you don’t even know me.” Was I in the wrong here? Was I being too aggressive? We’ve all met the special someone, sometimes we marry them. That’s what she seemed like that h...
Hello, ladies and gents, and welcome to something special from me to you. I hope this story is enjoyable and, most importantly, make you hot and make you (especially the ladies) want to masturbate. However, if you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, or otherwise prohibited from reading such material, please do not read this story. I reserve all commer...
Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
Codes: MF, oral, first, violence, interracial. Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy my first attempt branching out from the fan-fiction genre. As with all my stories, opinions expressed by the themes herein are mine. You are free to agree or not at your discretion. Any characters based on real people are used fictitiously herein. I welcome all feedback. Please...