En France, « Le rire du Sergent » est une célèbre chanson du talentueux Michel Sardou, Pour moi c'est plus qu'une chanson, avec quelques variantes c'est mon histoire. En effet autrefois les jeunes français effectuaient ce que l'on appelait le service militaire pendant une an dans une caserne, La... read more
Hello, I am or better to say I was a straight guy before my life with Pat, let me tell my story with her. This new life started when I was 35, VP in an IT company and living in the south of France, close to Bordeaux. After my divorce, i used to go some bar after the business day. I felt alon... read more
Je m'appelle Marie-Anne pas Marianne j'insiste. L'histoire que je vais vous raconter est dédiée à toutes les petites (ou grandes) pucelles d'AST. Celles qui n'ont pas connues « le loup » dans leurs fesses. Je suis mariée j'ai 56 ans et ma femme ignore totalement la jeune fille qui sommeille en moi. ... read more
After finals of my first year in college in a northern university, I was ready for some real relaxation back home in the warm south. During finals I had started thinking how nice it would be to borrow my brothers boat and hit the lake for a week. I talked my roommate into making the trip home ... read more
For those who came in late, Matt McCoy -- now Madeline Moreau -- is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga concludes, Maddy vows to end her life on the lam. "Jacques, when I saw Dr. Villiers, the name I gave him was Madison Monroe. Do you think w... read more
For those who came in late, Matt McCoy – now Madeline Moreau – is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....after discovering a shocking secret about her past, Maddy spreads her wings, and more. The journey from St. Martin to Montreal, on a charter flight... read more
PREFACE Retired and independently wealthy, 60 year old Stan Berman discovered he had only 12-18 months to live due to a rare neurological syndrome that would sap his strength and motor skills, but the symptoms would not onset for at least a year. The widower's only family was his devoted son Pat... read more
J'étais à cet âge entre les chiffres célibataires et l'adolescence, assez vieux pour avoir remarqué le sexe opposé mais pas encore capable de comprendre quoi faire avec la raideur entre mes jambes. En tant que seule merde, ma curiosité pour le sexe opposé était aux mieux limités. C'était des vacance... read more
💞 MICHELLE 💞 Je n'ai pas réussi assez bien à l'école pour aller à l'université, alors je me suis retrouvé à dix-huit ans et au chômage. Je n'étais pas assez fort physiquement pour faire certains boulots et j'étais trop timide pour les autres, alors après Dieu... read more
💞 CELIA 💞 Féminiser un mari prend du temps et de la patience, mais je manquais rapidement des deux. Le temps que cela prend fait partie de la satisfaction : c'est quelque chose qui se déguste lentement, pas du jour au lendemain. Sa résistance et la façon dont vous la surmontez rendent... read more
Toutes mes rencontres ne sont pas filmées, car j’ai parfois affaire avec des timides. Il n’en reste pas moins que certaines me laissent des souvenirs extraordinaires, c’est le cas d'une de celles que j’ai vécue récemment. Ce soumis me contacte suite à une de mes annonces sur un site SM. Il a rése... read more
I work at a ladies shoe store at a large metropolitan mall. My name is Jillian, though my friends all call me Jilly. Those same friends also say that I am blessed with a beautiful face, and an athletic body! Pretty heady for a 30 year old woman whose ideas of athletics never got beyond sports i... read more
Awoken by the sunlight, Kayla rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then vaguely gazed at the city scene outside of her panoramic windows. Realizing that if was a bit cold to her left, she glanced over in that direction to confirm what she thought. “Damn, I must have slept a bit late,” sh... read more
We sat there staring despondently at the ground. We had searched through all our bags and pockets and had nothing like the money we needed to pay for the hot sex sessions we had each enjoyed with the hot, hung Dutch whore. The guy, the pimp, who had previously been all smiles and friendly encouragem... read more
At the French border, it was discovered that we had no passports. We were taken from the train and into a room for questioning. All four of us, Josh, Olly, Harry and myself, were terrified. Sure, we'd been in a sticky situation before on this trip, sticky particularly for me rather than the others, ... read more
There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
After I moved to France I was too busy to do anything about finding somebody to have fun with – just life getting in the way. I had a date with a post-op ts woman when I went back to the UK in 2008 but since then, no dates. Last year I decided to do something about it so went online and found ... 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
As soon as we were safely back in our hooch, I retrieved the iBook from its hiding place under the floor and opened up Spartan's main Excel spreadsheet. I re-sorted the list against the data from the last three weeks of our frustrating field work, by district, language group, age, and every other ca... read more
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 more
