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"Avez-vous pris votre vitamine, ma chère ?" Ellen a appelé de la salle de bain. Je me frottai le sommeil des yeux et ramassai le flacon de pilule, roulant un gros comprimé dans ma paume. "Ma pilule de cheval ? Je le fais maintenant." "Avez-vous déjà remarqué une différence ?" "Non. Les vitamines ... Read full Story
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JOLI GARÇON À SISSY GIRL ⚧️ ⚧️
J'ai rencontré ma femme Tara pour la première fois lors d'une soirée de réveillon. Je portais de l'eye-liner et mes cheveux étaient relativement longs. Elle m'appelait "joli garçon" pendant que nous dansions. Elle était très sexy avec un petit corps, de longs cheveux noirs et... Read full Story
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SISSY JESS, COCU PAR MAMAN ⚧️ ⚧️
"Jess, Jess, j'ai besoin que tu m'aides à porter les courses." Jess gémit et, coupable, il souhaita que sa mère demande à quelqu'un d'autre de l'aider. Il voulait juste regarder toutes les autres filles sissy sur Twitter et obtenir son petit « excitation » dur. Il desc... Read full Story
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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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The Visit
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... Read full Story
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SISSY AWAKENING
- 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 full Story
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Being Barbi's Bitch
After ten wasted years of foolishly trusting in love to 'cure' me of my femininity, I had only just begun to re-embrace the sissy inside me when something made me reach out to an old friend. What made me do it, I really don't know. Although I was once again revelling in even the smallest aspects of ... Read full Story
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Family Frolic
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 full Story
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Sexing It Up
What catches your eye when you're viewing sample pornographic video clips on the Internet? When it comes to sex, my own tastes are eclectic, although I find myself watching videos involving anal sex, bisexual threesomes, cum shots, gay males, lesbians, oral sex, public nudity, shemales, and spank... Read full Story
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Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2
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 full Story
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Cindy She Thong
Dialogue from Cindy’s point of View: Her name is Cindy and she is a shemale. Cindy is a beautiful woman is every way except one. She does not like the term tranny and prefers being referred to as a shemale. She is truly happy living as a woman. She began taking light doses of hormones at 19 she had... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 19
The booked me as Alex Rios and handed me an orange jump suit and slip-on boots. I changed in a tiny curtained alcove and relinquished my clothes, shoes and purse, and became Inmate 265743. The booking clerk ignored my pleading eyes, so I begged. "You can't put me into a male population. I... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story