Confessions of a Crossdresser I am a crossdresser. It is an addiction. I’ve tried, but I really can’t stop myself: fantasies, endless looking at pornography, shopping, dressing, masturbation, and inevitably, seeking men to please. I have only sucked cocks, but over a hundred at my las... read more
Standing before the full-length bedroom mirror, I treated my reflection to an almost unjustly critical appraisal. My indecently short black leather dress clung for dear life to my every curve and went perfectly with my high heels, whorish fishnets and black leather jacket. It was the sixth outfit I ... read more
Sandra thought about Jeff all through the next day. He had been her first, and she could still recall their experience as if it had happened only moments ago. She could feel his rough hands on her tender flesh; his sweat falling in beady drops on her soft belly; his stiffled grunts echoing in her ea... read more
It was a normal-looking enough place. A small town in California. Looking at it, no one would ever guess it sat on the hellmouth. The Mouth of Hell. A portal to a multitude of dimensions filled with horrors and wonders. Many things came to the Hellmouth, drawn by its power. Vampires. Demons. Mon... read more
The story that I am about to tell you took place on a day that started out very ordinary, but would end up as the least ordinary day of my life. Until that particular Winter day, I thought I knew who I was. I was Peter Fuller -- respected educator, devoted husband, loving father. I had never cheated... read more
"Hello," Miss K said as she answered the phone. "Where are ya? You're gonna be here in 5? Alright. You got the address for IHOP, right? OK, See ya in a bit. Bye." "So is this girlfriend of yours on her way?" Jennifer chimed in. "I mean if she doesn't exist, this... read more
****This a fantasy scenario i have dreamed of ever after i became interested in beautiful Ts women. Even though this is my fantasy alot of credit goes to author Ruwild (which some of u may have read his stories) who was nice enough to write the story for me. Enjoy!!!***** Jesse's Dream Job ... read more
Jesse sat nervously in the waiting room of the opulent office. He was there for a job interview as a personal assistant. Now at six foot tall with 220 lbs of football hardened muscle he did not fit the description of a personal assistant, but the advertisement on line had been pretty specific about ... read more
PROLOGUE: Ross Thorn, aka Nick Mitchell, paced back and forth in his office high up in the Hancock Building. He glanced out the corner windows. North you could see out over Chicago's North Side to almost as far as Wilmette, and east out over the lake almost to Michigan. It was a perfect spring da... read more
Debbie didn't wake up until her gag was wrenched from her jaws. Her hood, collar and earplugs had already been removed. "Wake up, shit-head," Mistress spat and slapped her face hard. Debbie came awake and noticed that all the straps holing her to the couch had also been removed. She felt a... read more
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized seven-part story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which both that story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the Magnificent... read more
I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the war. After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely military report. I... read more
One morning Lien was one of three sissy-slaves were cleaning the slave toilets. The two others were using their tongues to clean the floor meticulously. Meanwhile Lien was using her tongue to clean the toilets. She was carefully licking the funnel leading down into the mouth of castrated toilet-slav... read more
The greatest lie that they tell you is that what happens in high school doesn't really matter: that life begins in college. I pretended to agree, though I never believed it. For as you will see, I am the world's greatest liar. "Take Sadie Hawkins Day, for example," I said to my buddy Qu... 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
Most of my classmates celebrated the first Saturday after the beginning of classes in hedonistic leisure, nursing hangovers and playing Frisbee on the Quad. But I spent the morning plotting my escape from this dangerous, macho dormitory, studying want ads and making appointments to look at studios o... read more
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 more
Don’t you hate commercial air travel? No matter how many drugs I take, when they wear off, I’m disoriented, my legs are twitchy, and there are still three hours (or whatever) to go. Not enough time to take the last of the Sonata I had borrowed from Mom’s medicine cabinet before tou... 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
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... read more
