I was a late bloomer I got married had kids bought a home had all the things to make a happy home but I was restless i needed something else. I was going out with other women about once a week and it was fun and sometimes very hot i even had a few three somes but I always felt I needed something ... read more
"Dude, you know I mean you good", my friend John was saying while he was dragging me out of bed, "You're spending way too much time inside and I have a treat for you!" I hated John's surprised - he had all sorts of crazy, stupid ideas, like painting my dorm room in black while... read more
After last nights ordeal I was given something to drink and taken to a bedroom upstairs. What I drank must have had some kind of drug in it because I was knocked out. I bet I was asleep in just a couple of minutes. I barely even remember lying down. When I woke up I was naked, sore as hell and fe... read more
Today was the greatest day of my life I had already left home in daylight fully dressed and made up, and had driven to my first-ever rendezvous with another person, let alone a man, while in my other persona as Tiffany. When I had met my waiting admirer I had not only had my first-ever male kiss ... read more
My name is Jack and I'm 32, and this is the story of how I was transformed into a pretty, cock-hungry slut named Elizabeth by my wife. I'm married to Debby, who is 44. Big age difference, huh? Well, it suits us just fine. How we met is a long convoluted story, but suffice to say that we were both... read more
I work at a large restaurant chain in their construction division. I spend my time co-ordinating the construction and remodelling of the stores in our chain. Part of my job includes travelling to locations where restaurants are being built, and ensuring that nothing goes wrong. I was recently in ... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... read more
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbi... read more
The following story is the first of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. It is thematically similar others that I have submitted but has a larger narrative arc. I hope you enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone h... read more
have so many fantasies....the one that gets me lately, is having access to a house out in the middle of nowhere, for a week or weekend, where i can dress up, all day. No one knows of my lustful secret....so the idea of being able to stay this way without thought, gets me so hard and such in the moo... read more
How had I ended up in this situation? Sure I was going to need to make ends meet, but I could find a normal job couldn’t I? was I this desperate? Perhaps desperate wasn’t the right word, just over a month ago I had started out camming as a bit of fun, to maybe make a few pounds while I masturbated, ... 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
In the morning I decided to give the running a miss and do a long session with the DVD, my legs had become a little sore and tight so some extra stretches and yoga would really help. I once again surprised myself with how much more flexible I had become, the plug still in my ass giving me occasional... read more
As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night ... read more
As the sun beamed in through a gap in the curtains my now familiar morning wood strained at the silk of my nightwear. How was it that no matter how hard I came the night before it would wake up eager and ready to go. As had become customary my mind would be filled with the events of the previous nig... read more
We woke up many hours later, still intertwined, my morning wood throbbing as Ellie slid inside my panties and wrapped her hand around it. This was a much better way to wake up than usual, and we proceeded to have a really relaxed slow fuck. She reached a much more low key orgasm but I knew I wouldn’... read more
I Love To Love You Baby By Sabrina G. Langton Author's note: I have published this story on two other sites. I always said it was slightly aurobiographical, but reading it back it is a pretty accurate account of my summer of '88. There are only 3 things that I changed. 2 are itsy bitsy tiny deta... read more
Fuck! I'm so jealous! Back in my teens I could self suck! I'd lock myself in the bathroom, lay on my back and bring my legs over top. I was able to not only get the head of my.cock in my mouth, but half of my length as well. The first time I nutted in my own mouth, I wasn't prepared for the big lo... read more
Theres a bit of history to this one so strap in! I started hanging out with this group of kids in my area when I was 12 years old, we did all the typical stuff you can imagine young kids getting up to (played football, chased girls etc...) over the years I became really good friends with one of the ... read more
It has been about 8 months now since my husband left me. No big blowup, or much arguing. He admitted he had been having an affair his third. I admitted that I had spent an evening with a young man. He had a long talk, and agreed to move out, we could live our separate lives. I kept the house, he agr... read more
