I was just a girl cruising the Internet for her master. Well I wasn't a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and I lived near a college, and one day we found a pair of panties on the ground near a dor...
Although I had done this several times before and there was absolutely no chance in getting caught, I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest and the palms of my hands felt sweaty. Lingerie! What is it about it that makes me go like this? My lodger is a creature of habit. Whenever she buys any new clothes she always throws out whatever it is she is r...
I walked in a little after seven. Why can't I ever get here on time? It doesn't matter, really. My boss doesn't care. After meeting the new guy last week, I spent some extra time in front of the mirror today. I know he wasn't going to see me naked or anything, but I carefully picked out a bra, comfortable but something that pushes up some. Then I traced my h...
I'm a long-haired Native Indian who in recent years has let himself go. There used to be a time when I practically lived at the gym and you could see me jogging around the park every morning. I stand five foot six with large shoulders and muscular legs from decades of jogging. I have always been proud of my legs. It was always the one asset I relied on to ge...
Please read part one, it'll all make more sense. Story contains homoerotic behaviour and body odours. ***** The discovery of the view from my room in our university student house, where I could privately watch Joanne whenever she neglected to close her curtains, was an exciting addition to my masturbation routine. It didn't happen often, and there hadn't...
Do you remember being twenty years old and in love? I do. It was a euphoric feeling. I was on cloud nine, but the most spectacular thing was my libido. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I was a rabbit. Just call me Roger. One thing that was sure to overheat my already revving engine was underwear. Actually, it was the lack thereof. Do you remember her lea...
He's a good husband and I love him. I wouldn't say I'm always sexually fulfilled, but he takes care of me, he makes me laugh, and we are quite happy together. If there is one thing standing between me and total marital bliss, it's our sexual incompatibility. Me--I just want a cock inside me. I'm pretty old fashioned that way. Hubby? Well, let's just say he's...
There he was again, everyone's eyes on him as he bound easily from one side of the court to the other, smirking at the disbelief on his opponents faces as he took their practically guaranteed point and turned it into three for his own team. Cheers broke out through the gym as the buzzer sounded, three points going up on our schools final score, he won our...
I saw it as she came and snuggled up to me on the bed. Grace’s zipper was open. I caught a flash of the silky red underwear she was wearing and I longed to reach out, to feel the fabric and the cunt within. “Jack, what’re you staring at?” I hadn’t realised I’d been staring into space. Thank god I hadn’t been staring at her crotch. That would have been awkw...
2. Second Commission I thought long and hard how I was going to accomplish this. It wouldn't be the same as my first experience in buying girls clothes for myself; that time the exotic nature of the costume I'd been ordered to acquire necessitated a visit to an Anne Summers outlet, where the young woman who'd served me hadn't 'batted an eyelid' at the conce...