Warning: This story involves sex with a trans woman and my sister. If either transgender stories or incest are not to your liking; unfortunately, this story will not be for you. I have given my trans girlfriend in the story feminine pronouns (eg. "She" and "her") For the sake of creative convenience. I started dating Michelle about 3 months ago. She is my t...
0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Lucie 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara ---- Ungrown - unnumbered - 3 - onboard Tempro awaiting Shelby 0999 - Zan - Also lost 1000 - Sherr...
Ship # - name - prime 0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Derrick 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara 0999 - Zan 1000 - Sherry - Lucie (for the moment) Derrick calmly reached into his po...
"Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe." The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkle...
Directly off the Broadway exit on I-35 in downtown Kansas City is a dilapidated Denny's restaurant which sits in the middle of the highrise business district like a bewildered tourist. The phenomenon that sets this Denny's apart from its pedestrian counterparts is not readily apparent. Only the keen-eyed and classically educated are truly aware of the natu...
Beta boy beginnings. It started when I was online, lonely and drunk. I'd been at University for maybe three months at that point, struggling along with a Masters degree in Economics. Unlike my undergraduate years, I had decided to live alone in a one bedroom flat - I thought that with more privacy would come more focus. What I hadn't counted on was that wi...
Most people like to have a mind's eye picture of what the narrator of a first person story looks like, and since this is a true autobiographical story about my personal quest for gender identification, sexual orientation and self-realization, it's probably important to the narrative, too. Physically, then and now, I'm almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, n...
An Afternoon in Paris All morning I have been thinking about making the 45-minute drive to Paris Theater for some desperately needed debauchery. Sure, it is winter and will probably snow but then again maybe it will not, my need for sex wins out (like it ever loses). I leave around 2:00 in the afternoon for the Theater and 30 minutes into my drive it starts...
The Hostess' smile radiated a sort of vulpine cleverness, with teeth so white they were on the verge of inventing a new color for them, called Pristine Truth. He'd heard of her, of course; it was said her beauty was etched onto the mind of every person who entered The Club, and if you were lucky, she forced you to your knees to worship her. He hoped he would...
Thought I would continue this series. Read Part I before this one! All characters are 18+ in age. * There, it was, Henry thought. Lyla was on her knees, spreading her beautiful, soft, and huge ass open for him. Her low - hanging balls moist with anticipation for Henry. Her thick cock grew harder and more impatient with each aching second for her. Her l...