The light was gently filtering in through the curtains as Jack slowly drifted towards consciousness. For a moment or two of his half awake and half asleep state he was confused - something didn't quite feel right. He stirred in semi consciousness and his eyes shot open at the unfamiliar sensatio... read more
Although, in the world (or worlds?) of pornography and erotica, it is politically incorrect, perhaps, to suggest that the body, whether male or female, is not built for anal intercourse, the fact is that anyone who has participated in this act (especially on the receiving end) or who has enjoyed wat... read more
As long as I could remember I have always had a craving for black cocks. My first time was a few years ago after partying with a friend of a friend. I had called up one of my CD friends, Suzy, to attend a Halloween party at a local warehouse. We had agreed that we’re both going to the party... read more
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on... read more
My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to... read more
"Ohmygod Ineverdid!" Alexis nearly shrieked, and when Mrs. Baker looked up again, Alexis grew red. She was so excited to tell Nancy exactly what had happened the week before, about how great it was that John had gone down on her, that she simply couldn't tell her now for fear that everyone... read more
Jamie was now in great pain; his back felt like it was breaking and his balls were being crushed, but the presence of Master's cock in his mouth and throat focused Jamie's mind. Since arriving in Master's dungeon Jamie had undergone a change. He no longer thought of escape or of how shor... read more
I had been dressing up in women’s clothes since I was a kid. Started with my sister’s clothes, I loved her school uniform. I used to prance around in it when I was lucky enough to have the house to myself, which wasn’t often. I loved pretending I was a school girl, and a rather nau... read more
Hello again. My name is Amanda, though sometimes I use the shortened version Mandy, when the mood suits me. I'm 33 and have stayed single for three years, since I discovered that Richard, my boyfriend, was not only cheating on me with dozens of women, some my so called friends but was al... read more
Hello again. My name is Amanda, I'm 33 and single, since I discovered that Richard, my now ex boyfriend, was a nasty cheating bastard. He turned me into the woman I've become, confidant exhibitionist and uninhibited, especially with sex. I'm a natural blond with long hair nearly down ... read more
Debbie didn't wake up until her gag was wrenched from her jaws. Her hood, collar and earplugs had already been removed. "Wake up, shit-head," Mistress spat and slapped her face hard. Debbie came awake and noticed that all the straps holing her to the couch had also been removed. She felt a... read more
Moira sat in her booth at the entrance to the subway station and saw people pass by. She sat there every day selling tickets, and although several thousand people passed her during a shift, she could now recognize many of the regulars and she even knew when to expect them. It was now almost 9 o'cloc... read more
It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjob with him ending up cumming on my face. I was touching up my... read more
About an hour later I was once again naked except for my chastity pouch and my stilettos and once again I was screaming and crying, my body covered with angry red welts from Master Darren's whip. On my knees crying and begging I held his cock in my hands, trying to give the best handjob ... read more
FRIDAY My sister and her husband wanted to take a few weeks off in the sun and asked me to look after their kids for a while. I'd move out of my tiny apartment and into their house for the duration. As I was still living off my severance and they had a nice spread with an indoor pool and a h... read more
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... read more
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... read more
"En Francais", they say "plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose:" the more things change, the more they stay the same. When Tran and I got back to Minneapolis from our trip to Thailand for our sex change operations, it was every bit as dark, frigid and depressing as it had been... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
I think that if you could get honest answers, a lot of heterosexual guys would probably admit to having had at least a passing desire to be a girl. If they were honest, they would probably admit they thought of it "when I first noticed a girl's breasts" or "when I first felt a girl or... read more
