This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
*** Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** It was when I was still living at home, or at least staying there in the college holidays, that Mum came home and found me and Jack Horton lying on the living room floor, naked, and giving each other sixty-nine. She k...
It is 4.08pm, Sunday afternoon and I have finished reading this week's email from my master, Mr Butt. I am, as ever, extremely aroused by what he has prepared for me tomorrow. My right hand is inside my tight white panties and I am opening my lips and rubbing my engorged clit as I muse on my next move. As you shall soon find out (in another story!), it pro...
I was ready for whatever punishment Doña Francisca had in store for me. But I thought I should prepare as if Sergio was coming, even though it seemed he wasn't. There was something about the older woman that made me eager to look my best, anyway. I took infinite care over my hair and make-up, then had a good look at myself in the mirror, turning this way an...
Spring weather coaxed skimpy Summer attire. Melissa was 2" taller than me, so when we ventured out, I easily passed as female. I had learned all the subtleties and intricacies of face make-up, and my nails were always polished. I was "checked-out" by men everywhere. My legs and ass were muscular, shapely, and sexy; few women could compete from the waist dow...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It deals with Steve and his wife Roni (short for Veronica) and all characters are fictitious, having no relation to any real person. * I had been married for three years when the events I am about to relate started to unfold. I should tell you about myself – stuff I had never revealed before included. Twenty e...
My breasts have always been big. From the moment they sprouted, my first year of junior high, they were big -- so that I had to bind them down, or they would have stuck out like a high school senior's. Even then, no matter how tightly I bound them, they were still noticeable enough that the boys would whistle and shout catcalls about them, every day at schoo...
I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...
All characters in this story are over 18. All resemblance to real or imagined characters are illusionary, unless you have felt a sexy girls teeth on your neck lately That's probably not an illusion and you should either wear a garlic necklace to bed in the future or nick your neck on purpose. * * * * * It was almost midnight as Johnny Williams walked silen...
--- Week 4 -- Thursday Night --- I didn't get to go home this night 'cause Ortega didn't call me a taxi. No surprise there. Duh! However, he didn't call Justin to pick me up, either. Instead, he saw off his business partner Miller, not paying any kinda attention to me or Shelly. I guess he was still super mad at his ass-istants. Whatever! Like a pair of go...