I held my breath – and then I knew I had crossed a line – I had become by my submission, in that instant of time, another individual. I had known Paul Phillips since I had arrived at the local school in the village some 6 years before. We had moved on together to the grammar school in... 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
Commissioned by: Hobgoblin Written by: christhestampede ~~~ Yuffie climbed off the Highwind's ladder and stormed across the field to a nearby clump of trees, fuming and kicking at the ground as she went. Before entering the grove she turned and shook her fist at the departing airship, cursi... read more
So I'm standing at the urinal doing my business when the first girl walks in. Now, just in case you're a girl and you don't know, men don't look around when someone else walks into the restroom. It's just a boy thing, we don't look at each other while we are urinating. It's like being in a elevator,... read more
His name was Phillip. Or at least it had been. Honestly, he wasn't sure who he was; all he knew was that what he had done two years ago was what he thought was right. This was the lifestyle he wanted. It should be said that Phillip has always had strong female influences throughout his life. He a... read more
I drifted in and out of consciousness over the next hour, periodically snapped back into reality when the dildo assaulting my mouth would pause deep in my throat and eject a fresh deposit of cum into my bowels. Looking up at the television display of my abuse I would normally have been turned on by ... read more
In my survey of well over 250 of Kimberly Wilder's wild femdom drawings, in which wayward young shemales, rather than females, are the subjects of the dominant women (and, sometimes, transwomen) who appear in her fabulous art, I find that the sexual acts, which are usually performed on the part of t... read more
Several erotic artists specialize in comic books, cartoons, or illustrations that feature buxom hermaphroditic, pre-operative transsexual (shemale), or t-girl characters. Such shemale art ranges in style from three-dimensional, computer-generated images and anime, hentai, or manga comic book-style s... read more
2400 YEARS AGO... He was a humble shepherd. It was night and the flocks were sleeping. As he gazed at the stars, he saw a shooting star. He knew it was a portent of some kind, but was not mystic enough to know what. A little while later he saw another shooting star and guessed that wha... read more
Thanks for all the letters of support and interest in my encounters with Ashley. The first story is on the nifty archive and was dated just a few days ago. As I stated in the first one, these encounters with a remarkable shemale are completely true and are not embellished. I received many ema... read more
I received an envelope addressed to me through the hotel in Athens I was staying at, I opened it and withdrew an embossed card, inviting me to a club that I had never heard of before, after much deliberation I decided to try it. I alighted from the taxi at the main entrance about 10 pm the foll... read more
Bukkake and gokkun were introduced by the Japanese, who are nothing if not imaginative and creative in their depictions of pornography, especially of the sadomasochistic and bondage and discipline varieties. Rabid feminists are not apt to like bukkake or gokkun. They tend to see even heterosexual... read more
As Debbie was led into Dr. Jacobsen's office, she saw that Mistress was already there waiting for her. "Your property Miss Chamberlain", the doctor proclaimed, indicating Debbie. Debbie's heart began to flutter with love and submissive fantasies as she saw Mistress. Mistress was dressed in... read more
Standing in front of a full-length mirror in my private cubicle, I was almost ecstatic! Looking back at me was a buff, naked Sharon Stone. The blonde hair was pulled back neatly into a bun. She had that beautiful sultry smile, those perfect teeth, full lips, dark immaculate eyebrows, smoky smo... read more
I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the war. After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely military report. I... read more
* * * My job is simple: I'm a masseuse (code word for prostitute). It used to be fun, too, but, after a while--well, let's just say the thrill is gone. I mean, how many cocks can a girl suck or fuck until the novelty's worn off? (In my case, I reckon the number at about 3,000.) So, I don... read more
It was raining cats and dogs outside as Ms. Catherine Walker (Cat by her friends) graded her Accelerated Integrated Geometry test scores. Her was long and flowing and her sweater was purposely pulled low to embarrass the male teachers with her cleavage. Her cock twitched as she shifted her leg to a ... read more
This is a story how I became my step moms little girl. You see I had a very tragic childhood as a boy and grew up to become the girl I am today. But then again it is not so bad because for some strange reason it does feel very normal to me because it is the way I was raised and at times I have felt ... read more
"Class is dismissed. Don't forget the project due…" "Huh, what?" Marilyn woke up disoriented from her nap. When she finally came to, she vaguely remembered some project for Intro to Computer Science, gathered her legs from the chairs in front of her, dusted off her b... 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
