As I was leaving work, a car stopped at the corner in the drivers seat was the most sexiest woman that I have ever seen. She had a pair of breast that was to die for, and legs that seemed to stretch for ever, and a smile that would bend steel. She saw me looking at her, probably with my mouth hangin... read more
Bright light filled the room, waking me from my unconciousness. so bright it took a while for my eyes to focus. When they did the first site i saw was myself, in the wall sized mirror opposite me, strapped to the chair. It was me only now i had masses of long blode hair, tied up in 2 pigtails, lo... read more
"I know," my wife Casey said softly as her hands caressed my naked body beneath the covers of our king sized bed. "You know what?" I asked. I didn't know what game we were playing but I was ready to fuck. "I know what you look at on the computer and what you fantasize ... read more
Hands handle. Usually, touch signifies acceptance, whereas the avoidance of touch signals rejection. Hands are involved in embrace, which implies fondness or even love. Hands welcome. Hands communicate. Hands work and play. Hands massage. Hands manipulate, shape, and form. Hands hold. Hands give. ... read more
I have a hunger for shemales. I had always just satisfied this by staring at images, in magazines or on web sites, trying to imagine what being with one in the flesh would be like while earnestly masturbating. One day I decided to try to do better. I had no idea where to find a live shemale, b... read more
I heard the door open but the sound of foot steps was muted by the thick carpet covering the floor. I was hogtied and blindfolded on the floor of our apartment. It was a game Julie and I had played numerous times. She was my Domme and I was her slave, her pet and her filthy little piggy. Julie wa... read more
I had Ben on a contact site and we live surprisingly close together in Manchester. Ben is a 6’2” black man who has a large sex drive and likes women and girly trannys. I am a slim white guy who likes to dress like a smart woman, not a slut. I haven’t worn a wig for over 6 years ... read more
"Cum to my place, I need you ;) xxx" Was the message I recieved from her. Needless to say you do not pass up on an invitation like that so I had a quick shave and a shower, got dressed and headed out to find my 'girl'. When I arrived in her apartment it was pitch black except from the c... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
Mistress texted me to come over to her place so I drove over. Underneath my long trench coat I was wearing a pink bra, pink panties, suspenders and black sheer stockings. Driving was a little difficult with heels and being filled by a butt plug but very stimulating. I parked outside, it was still da... read more
As they sat sipping drinks and discussing what shots would be done indoors or out; Bella’s little cock bulged in her sari as the mature redhead licked her lips as she discussed the ways in which Bella should be trussed, collared and leashed, amongst other things. Sandy stood up suddenly and ra... read more
After about a month of being dressed up and acting as a female, trying out all the different outfits we had purchased and Shelley feeding her strap on cock to my willing mouth and ass every chance she got. My ass and mouth was now well and truly broken in. Shelley came home one arvo with a flyer ... read more
There was an assortment of eclectic regulars at the coffeehouse I owned. The Hipster Café was in fact the hippest place in the East Village. Some would dare pronounce it the hippest place to down java in all of Manhattan. We had fun. Sure we worked hard, but it was always fun opening our stag... read more
I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can unders... read more
I love to fantasize; it is one of the greatest things on the face of the earth. I have many fantasies, tho I have given up on a couple since I married my wife. I am a white male of 27 years, and since I was sixteen, I have had many erotic fantasies stemming from reading my parents adult story magazi... read more
My name is Kayla Andrews, I’m a closet sissy gurl who loves the color pink and everything femme! Nobody knows about my little secret except for my private online world. Recently I put out a craigslist ad for an online mistress and I got a response from a beautiful blonde woman who was looking for a... read more
As a cross dresser who loves to dress as a dirty slutty girl I was sat at home thinking about what it would feel like to go out dreesed in public. I had often thought about it but never had the courage to do so. I was so fucking horny and wished I had a reason to go out and do something rather than... read more
It was a stunningly bright and clear Saturday morning when I left my house to head out and run some errands. Nothing big, just little odds-and-ends that had been building up that I needed to deal with someday and it seemed like this was as good a day as any ... little did I know how good the day wou... read more
My mind was still spinning from the out of this world cock sucking I'd just experienced at the expert lips of my exotic little doll as she led me by the hand into her bedroom. Her pink summer dress was draped down onto her waist so now it was only just covering her cute little derriere. As I wa... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
