Lay Report #6 Sunday Night into Monday Morning, August 29th, 2016 Location: Long Island to New York City Title: “Post-Op TS Hookup. Not my first, but probably going to be my last.” What’s up! It’s Casper again, and I have yet another “Lay Report” for you to check out. So let’s just get r... read more
After my debts began to mount, college fees and all that, one of my mates from Brum suggested I try to earn a little extra cash. I was surprised when he told me how. He said he'd done it and ended up with a couple of hundred extra most weeks, sometimes just for an evening's work. "It's easy,... read more
BANGING AROUND BANGKOK: THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES OF CAITLIN "MEOW" MORRISON after living and working in Thailand/SE Asia for many years i decided to write an erotic story based on some of the people i have known, venues and places i have been, and the P4P night-scene where i spent way too much... read more
Hard Decisions by Elaine © 2020 No one in this story is based on anyone alive or dead. It is a work of fiction and should not be read by minors. I appreciate the kind efforts of many of my friends who cast a welcoming glance over the initial writings. I owe you all a big debt of thanks. Prolog... read more
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... read more
Chapter One -- Jamie Jamie Sanders did not think he was a sissy. Growing up, he played with trucks and showed his innate male aggression though soldiers games with the other boys. He climbed trees and watched baseball with his Dad and brother. Unfortunately, by the time he was in eighth grad... read more
Chapter One: The Life Giver BRANDON My twin sister is dead, but she’s not gone. Death is a tragedy in the remote village of Towerhead, but it’s not a rarity. Farming accidents, disease, famine, natural disasters, you name it, it kills people in Towerhead. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pul... read more
It was the very first night of my month long North Carolina July summer vacation stay when my Aunt Meg suddenly entered the bedroom that I was temporarily sharing with my younger cousin Rudy. Being so openly effeminine in his body language,voice and looks, I had already planted such dirty thoughts ... read more
In our house, it was a well-known secret that my mother kept her change in the top drawer of her dresser. The same drawer she kept her slips, chemises, panties, and all other satin, nylon, or lacy ladies undergarments. During the summer, my brother and I would run to that wondrous drawer when... read more
XtinaSmith2017 Ash looked himself over in his bedroom mirror critically, finding himself oddly self-conscious about his looks. He had been texting Laura all throughout the day and they had agreed that dressing pretty casual would draw the least suspicion, so he had. He wore a simple patterned ... read more
The Greatest Liar, Exposure, Disclosure © Alexandra Rios 2019 Author’s Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with “My Awkward Phase”, which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. Natives s... read more
These stories involves a group of shemales who live on an island that exists in our world, but they chose to remain mostly isolated. That's part of the reason I also call them amazons. The shemales in my stories have genitalia that start at John Holmes' size, and then get much bigger. (This is a... read more
Jamie knew he was different. He didn’t fit in with the other boys, but he didn’t feel like he fit in with the girls either, he just knew he was different. He wasn’t into dolls or balls. He was the smallest boy in his class and more than half the girls outweighed him. But the one thing he had going f... read more
A Perfect Pandemic A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time A Novelette by Alexandra Rios Text Copyright Reserved © August, 2021 Dedication Transgender Day of Remembrance is a solemn occasion. I am offering “A Perfect Pandemic” for free as an antidote to the fear, phobia, discrimination, d... read more
WhiskeyIsGood I woke with a start, startled by a loud banging sound from downstairs. The floor shook from the vibrations, causing me to sit upright in my bed and glance towards my bedroom door. What in the hell, was going on down there? My question was quickly answered, by another loud bang, foll... read more
“See you Sunday, baby,” said Marcus Jenkins to his wife, Tasha. “Alright! Have a good day at work,” the wireless phone company retail store manager smiled. “Love you, Kobe! Love you, Tiara,” the wastewater plant operator said to his offspring. “Love you, too, daddy,” the youngsters rang out in un... 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
This is my first story..... I am myself as Sydney and this is written with what i hope the person who falls for me thinks of.... __________________________________________________________________________________________________ It wasn't my idea to move to Phoenix; well it really was my choic... read more
Marcia was painfully nervous. She hadn't been able to eat very much in days. The upside was she was even skinnier which would make Mistress and her husband very happy. She'd always been thin and on the diet Mistress Carol had her on she was already thinner than she dreamed possible. Her anxious stom... 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