Aaayyy.. Yo sabía que la Tía había sido Flor de PUTONA.. pero, jamás me imaginé que me iba a tocar a mí 'hacerme cargo de sus cosas'.. su 'herencia'.. la casa ya vieja, por reordenar destinar y.. LAS COSAS que una descubre ya con los años! Todo estaba igual, pero HORRIBLEMENTE ARRUINADO.. más, e... read more
What the...Oh my god! What are you doing in my bedroom? And what are you doing in my bra and panties? I can't believe this-you're a god dammed pervert! Wait until Tom finds out that I caught his friendly neighbor prancing around in his wife's panties and bra! And when I tell Pam why her mother... read more
I have been wearing women's clothes since I was 15, having acquired a bra from the girls locker room,which I loved to wrap around my cock then wanking, shooting into the cup,and since then I progressed to owning my own selections of lingerie,skirts,dresses etc. so today I have a fair few items ... read more
Je suis une salope C’est un des fantasmes récurrents de la majorité des hommes qui aiment se travestir. Et j’avoue que l’idée m’a souvent excitée. Alors que j’étais avec ma femme dans une boutique de lingerie à Pigalle , des dessous très sexy entre les mains, un homme d'un certain âge a surpri... read more
John and his wife had gone to a party at the home of Barbara, one of their friends. Barbara was tall and statuesque. A very striking divorcee who gave every indication of being eager for sexual activity. John had met her before his marriage at a time when his finance was living in another city.... read more
Chapter One It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and every... read more
A night out with Liz and Sue I had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she was still at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school I helped her with her college work and more importantly when she need... read more
1 I think it was on our third date that I first learnt of Greg's 'preferences'. We were sitting in the cafe, having just seen the latest Woody Allen film, discussing whether it was funny or not. [I thought it wasn't. He loved it.] There was a few seconds' silence, save for the sound of the other pe... read more
The sex was torrid and went all night. I worshipped every inch of her magnificent body with my lips, tongue, fingertips. She did the same to me. I took her from behind, entered her doggy-style. I fucked her pussy with long, languid strokes even as I was stroking her meaty clitty with one hand. I wil... read more
Chapter 18 A Life Changing Decision Sunday morning was not much different than the day before for Josie. He woke-up on the floor outside Mistress Sarah's bedroom, dressed in a silk night-gown and his cock was hard and aroused when he awoke. Just like Saturday morning, he crawled into the bedroom.... read more
Slowly stirring from my sleep, I stretched under the covers and a pleasant sensation spread across my torso, remembering what I was wearing when I went to bed I smiled at the caress of the fabric on my skin. It was a strangely comforting feeling, the pressure from the bra, panties and nightie felt l... read more
Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon. His real name was Mark, but he was one of the loveliest Drag Queens in New York City. I had been dressing secretly at home in my mother’s and sister’s clothes for just over three years, but at 18 years old, I had never... read more
We sat there staring despondently at the ground. We had searched through all our bags and pockets and had nothing like the money we needed to pay for the hot sex sessions we had each enjoyed with the hot, hung Dutch whore. The guy, the pimp, who had previously been all smiles and friendly encouragem... read more
"What is it?" The woman unfolded the clump of material to expose a black lace bra and said, "I found it in his car, stuffed in a pocket behind the passenger seat." A tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a shadowy trail of mascara. Handing a tissue across his cluttered desk t... read more
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,... read more
"How's Chinese?" I asked Karen. "That's fine Nan. Is this a real fancy place or what?" responded Karen from the bathroom. "It's your regular Mom and Pop, type restaurant. I'm going to dress casual." "Sounds fine by me?" said Karen. My stomach growl... read more
Part 1 I had met them on line. Marla 1st then her owner Mistress Olivia. We chatted for well over a year and had met for drinks. They knew of my submissive fem side and we had planned meetings on several occasions but things always developed that upset them. Then a period of time developed whe... read more
It had been three years since I had last seen my family for the holidays. I don't go see them often because none of them understand, except for my older sister Karen. This year I got brave again and decided to go. Knowing how much coming home bothered me, Karen was coming up to Atlanta from Mobile t... read more
Who would have thought it; I was reduced to finding a partner on the Internet? I had read about these dating web sites and though dubious I found one, completed my details and waited. A few days went by and I heard nothing. I waited a few weeks and still I heard nothing. I turned to an old girlfrien... read more
My name is David and I am 20 years old and not too bad looking or that is what people have told me. Elizabeth and I had become step-siblings when our parents married 3 years ago. Beth, as we call her, is close to my age and we are both sophomores at a local college. It was hard for her and I to g... read more
