If I was truly to be a woman, it could not just be at home, so we started venturing out. The first time was just a walk down the street and back again. I wore trainers as many women do, the original dress (of course) for good luck, and a coat as it was quite cool. I was shaking, but managed. Slowly we increased the time and range of our adventures, but alway...
Smoking has always been my biggest vice. I did not realize just how bad it was until after I got married to Richard just over two months ago. Everyone at work smoked and all through High school and collage I had smoked. I got my job at the factory after I quit collage in my second year. I had planned to go back later in a few years. I got my job working the...
Marie Lowell Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At the age of forty, she stood five feet ten inches tall, a bit chubby but still attractive. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was light brown. She was still a good-looking African-American woman. Times had been tough on her lately but she was a survivor. She looked at the pict...
Kathy asked me whether I wanted to go any further as a woman. I said I really fancied having boobs, but probably nothing lower down. However, I did not think I could simply become Yvette at work, and Maurice with boobs would be difficult. Thinking about it, it was easier to keep the characters separate. Dressing into Yvette released me from some of the thing...
Sometimes life throws you some major curveballs, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Choukri Wahid, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali and Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College, and I'm here to clear up some misconceptions about us Muslim ladies. Let the truth be told, so to speak. I know we Muslim l...
I had my turn last month. Tonight was her turn. And she fucked me. Oh god, had she fucked me. She fucked me and I came. I came from being fucked in my ass. But it wasn't my ass anymore, it was my pussy now. Her pussy. She was Mistress tonight and she owned me. Mistress had me shave all of my hair from the neck down. All of it. Everywhere. Then she dressed me...
(This story is inspired by The Luther Vandross song of the same name.) What you are about to read is odd for me. As a rule I never try to post my stories to more than on site. This is a unique situation in that this is the first of two reprints of stories posted on another site. My thanks to my friend Isaac Newton for his editing and his challenging comment...
If a man is going to die, he might as well live. Things might as well be said. Let's get started with Chapter One. The spiritual and social stories of my life hold keys to my fulfillment. The spiritual story of my life is to wonder is it possible to love and grow in God with a relationship based on love and not for the profit of Heaven. It is not about...
Sam was lying in bed, trying to decide between another chapter and going to sleep. She'd taken a shower after finishing her business and never made it back out of her room. She needed to sort through her feelings about Keiko and Arden. Could she really handle having two lovers? Was that even an option? Arden had kissed her, but he hadn't tried to do more. Ha...
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm back after a small vacation, but real life has a way of making you remember that there are things that need to be done before you can go back to doing something you love. I know a lot of people have been waiting for this and here it is. hugs darkstone57 * Reni left the bathroom and went across the quiet parking lot of the rest...