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I got humiliated in a catfight
Im a crossdresser and I am very feminine and extremly dainty. I was attracted to a man at a park I went to. He knew I was a crossdresser. I would always say hi when I saw him, but that was it. One day he asked me(on a rainy day as I was getting in my car), do I have a boyfriend am I bi, he wanted to... Read full Story
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Passion in the Rough
Tonight, I was searching in vain for a parking place close to the club, but unfortunately, I had arrived late and there were no empty spaces close by. I drove around and went down several streets in the same block until I found an empty spot. That was perfect I thought as I found a parking place and... Read full Story
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A new start in life
“In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth. Each of you is an original. Each of you has a distinctive voice. When you find it, your story will be told. You will be heard.” John, living outside Boston, being your average accountant working with Gillette, had gone through a messy di... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
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 full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 9
Two hours after saying goodbye to Rick and Randy, Tran and I left Minneapolis and boarded a plane to LA. I fell asleep at take off, and woke as the plane began its descent. Tran was staring out the window at the city’s lights spread in an endless shimmering galaxy below. "Wow, I love LA a... Read full Story
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You're Gorgeous and I'm Curious
I love a lady in a short, short skirt, and this lady was wearing one of the shortest I'd ever seen: a bit of sky blue denim that barely reached her upper thighs and left her long, luscious legs mostly in view, covered as they were in just the tightest thigh-high white stockings. She was perched o... Read full Story
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V Is for Vicky
"Mike, it's getting late. You really ought to go and fetch Martina." That was my wife Mary talking. We'd sat up until almost one in the morning waiting for Martina to get back from the party. At first I was reluctant, I mean, Martina was nearly eighteen and really we should be standing ... Read full Story