A familiar sensation greeted me as my eyes opened and a yawn escaped my mouth, that oh so delicious feeling of my morning wood straining against my silk night ware. It was becoming an ever occurring pattern that no matter how large the orgasm the night before I would wake with the hardest of cocks, ... read more
I sat there for some time, my phone still in hand. I couldn’t fully comprehend the situation and where I was. All this started when I was put on furlough and thought I would be losing my job, an idea born out of boredom, hornieness and desperation. What started as a regular cam show with a guy hopin... read more
Opening my eyes I struggled a little as the residual cum on my face from last night’s show hadn’t been fully wiped off, I felt the dry and crusty leftovers crinkle on my skin, but couldn’t help but smile to myself as I remembered how it had got there. The intensity of that orgasm had been on another... read more
As the sun beamed in through a gap in the curtains my now familiar morning wood strained at the silk of my nightwear. How was it that no matter how hard I came the night before it would wake up eager and ready to go. As had become customary my mind would be filled with the events of the previous nig... read more
We woke up many hours later, still intertwined, my morning wood throbbing as Ellie slid inside my panties and wrapped her hand around it. This was a much better way to wake up than usual, and we proceeded to have a really relaxed slow fuck. She reached a much more low key orgasm but I knew I wouldn’... read more
Sexual Fantasy on tiptoes when I was a teenager, I began to like live female gymnastics and ballet, and I had a good feeling about the posture of women straightening their toes and leaning their heads back, my intuition tells me that this is what happens when a woman has an orgasm, and as an adult I... read more
"Is it an acid?" Diana answered hesitantly. My snigger from the back of the room told her it wasn't. I knew people thought me arrogant, and a know-it-all, but as usual I couldn't resist. All year during the chemistry classes for the science course she was following, Diana had strug... read more
The story of the successul aiteration of a good looking youn man into a stunning, talented, ultra feminine boy/girl John was about to learn obedience in the strietbatt sense of the word. his whole life style was about to be changed, The rather alightly built, pretty boy of 17 was to become Julie,... read more
As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night ... read more
It was hot and the sun felt like it was going to melt me. I was walking home from work. I never drive that much and I just got off the bus for a fast beer. I walked past this XXX Movie house and thought what the fuck, it has air and it is so hot. So in I go. I should say that I'm somewhat Bi. Tha... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... read more
Him becoming my master started a year ago when we moved in as roommates – we are both in our mid 20's and had relationships break up at the same time (we were sharing apartments with our girl friends at the time). We have known each other for more than a decade and have no secrets from each ot... read more
Since embracing the feminine me I’ve been on a bit of a shopping spree, it’s tough to be a gurl who hasn’t had anything really nice to wear for so long. In particular I love to buy pretty panties which keep my clitty nicely in place, but also rub up against my pussy as I walk – with nobody any the ... read more
The summer after high school I moved into this cheap hotel downtown. I'd been working in the mailroom for a large company, and really needed to get my own place, but I didn't have much money. I also wanted to have more time to play dress up. It was an old building that had seen better days. I ha... read more
Confessions of a Crossdresser I am a crossdresser. It is an addiction. I’ve tried, but I really can’t stop myself: fantasies, endless looking at pornography, shopping, dressing, masturbation, and inevitably, seeking men to please. I have only sucked cocks, but over a hundred at my las... read more
Chapter One -- Jamie Jamie Sanders did not think he was a sissy. Growing up, he played with trucks and showed his innate male aggression though soldiers games with the other boys. He climbed trees and watched baseball with his Dad and brother. Unfortunately, by the time he was in eighth grad... read more
I am a bisexual man, meeting straight, bisexual or gay men for our sexual pleasures. I post messages on various message boards that allow members profiles and posting messages. I also post to local groups in my area that allows one to post messages to a small geographical area or to a distant user g... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbi... read more
Cody Daniels was only trying to help her country; she never dreamed things would come to this. She was patriotic and felt compelled to do whatever asked of her to aid in the capture of the terrorist known only as "Roberto". But lying in his bed, bound and gagged, Cody wondered why she let herself go... read more
In our house, it was a well-known secret that my mother kept her change in the top drawer of her dresser. The same drawer she kept her slips, chemises, panties, and all other satin, nylon, or lacy ladies undergarments. During the summer, my brother and I would run to that wondrous drawer when... read more
