My heart was racing as I gazed up at my flatmate, there was an something of an evil gleam in his eyes as he looked down at me and my mind kept jumping back to the events that lead to this moment. I'm a closet crossdresser, yet now my flatmate (whom I managed to hide my “hobby” from fo... read more
The Next Day I was up early, and called to set up a surgery for Stacy’s breast enhancement. The hormones were working but his tits seemed to have stopped growing at a B cup. I wanted him really top heavy. At least a D cup, maybe a DD. I let the exhausted sissy sleep. As I was finishing u... read more
YOUR SISSY DESTINY Gayness courses through your body. Your sissy cock soft but tingling in your gloopy sheer g-string, Toes slipping in their stockings pinched just right in high heels. Running your tongue over lips painted and glossy. Here you are. This is what you gave up your life for. This is... read more
Il y a de nombreuses années, lorsque Craigslist était populaire pour les rencontres et les rencontres sexuelles, j'aimais lire les publicités. Je suis tombé sur une annonce dans la rubrique "Hommes à la recherche d'hommes". Il s'intitulait "Sissy Club Forming". Le titre m'a intrigué et quand j'ai cl... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... read more
It was during a Wednesday nite supper this past April when Penny my wife of seven years, suddenly looked me straight in the eyes while calling me a GAY COCKSUCKER ! Instantly while I swallowed hard and quickly looked away from her, my worse dreaded fears in life had somehow just become reality! So ... read more
The lights of the city obscured the supposedly brilliant starlight in the night sky, leaving only dim and scattered scattered stars adorning the gloomy night sky half-covered by dark clouds, and the crescent-like crescent moon guarding it in the distance makes the night seem less empty Lonely. Mayb... read more
*Author's Note: This story starts off being told in First person and after awhile the story shifts to third person* Hello everyone, my name is Claudia I am a Cross dresser who one day hopes to be transgendered, although I do not want the surgery, I am looking to eventually live my life full... read more
Je voulais éviter le brouillon de poule mouillée et j'étais célibataire depuis cinq ans. Je ne pouvais pas leur permettre de penser que j'étais l'échec d'un homme incapable de satisfaire une femme. J'avais pourtant un plan. Mon amie de longue date Emma a pu témoigner que nous avi... read more
"Même moi, j'ai dû gronder ma fille pour avoir consulté un site de sexe sur Internet hier. Dommage, ça avait l'air plutôt intéressant. Mais même si elle a presque vingt ans, je ne pourrais vraiment pas lui dire maintenant, si." « Oh, qu'y avait-il de si intéressant là-dedans ? J'ai demandé. Vi... read more
Hi All, This is my first ever real attempt at writting a story to post. It is ALL fiction, and most of it is just made up and what I think it would be like but never experianced. I was inspired to write this after looking at some pics from a friend. I have an overactive imagination which is proba... read more
Cindy was a co-worker; well actually I was Her manager. Even though I was Her manger, W/we were very close friends. As a matter of fact I still consider Her my best friend. Everyone in the office was sure that we were having an affair, but we were just friends. I must admit that I would have loved t... read more
- Trou de gloire du sex-shop - "Hey bébé, quand est-ce que tu rentres à la maison?" le message texte bourdonnait doucement. Sortant discrètement le téléphone de ma poche, je tape "Même heure que d'habitude, juste après 5 heures, pourquoi... quoi de neuf ?" C'est mon amante Sarah, ma meilleu... read more
This is a true story, looking back it is hard to believe it actually happened, but it did. I was working for the government in DC and living in Maryland and my fiancé was up near Cape Cod. Just about every weekend she’d fly down or I’d fly up to spend the weekend together. We&r... read more
La fin d'une autre longue journée. Près de 19h00 et Colin Spencer travaillait toujours dans son box, presque terminé avec le dernier des papiers que l'un des associés principaux de la société d'investissement dans laquelle il avait effectué un stage depuis près d'un an maintenant l&#... read more
I stopped going to the gym about six months ago, when money got tight and I had to find ways to reduce my expenses. I usually don't get to the gym much in the spring or summer months anyway, so it was an easy expense to cut. I hate going into the office all sweaty, so I avoid working out in the morn... read more
A CHILD FOR SISSY BY MISTRESS DIEDRE DAMON A submissive sissy whore who misses her “period” is forced to carry a baby for a full term as punishment for the transgression. CHAPTER ONE: SISSY’S BIG MISTAKE A friend of mine had a live in sissy awhile back who was required to... read more
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women t... read more
Sindra rolled down Routs 666 and 12 miles later pulled up to a big black gate. There was a cop of sorts at this gate too. It was Betty page with gigantic boobs. Betty was all in black leather and wore a leather cops hat. She strutted on over with a bump and a grind and demanded to see Sindra's toon.... read more
