I jump around a lot when I tell my story. I don't always tell it in the order that it happened. But I do tell my story accurately. It's all me. I write from experience, love to share the dirty little kinky things I do. There is no moral to the story, no ending. I just like to write about the things ... read more
I haven't been able to concentrate all day, didn't get anything done. All I can think about is having to go back to the bookstore tonight. I don't know if I can do it but if I don't I'm not sure what he might do. Maybe he just won't contact me anymore and I really don't want that. More troubling is ... read more
I had just turned eighteen and only had two months of high school left. My marks were good and already had a possible placement in a university where I hoped to get a new start. I was so looking forward to getting away from all the shit that life had forced on me in this little hick town. Usuall... read more
IT ALL STARTED a fanticy by CDlishmis It all started when I was just a little guy, my older sisters and their friends used to dress me up as their real life Barbie doll. I at the time saw nothing wrong with it. (I still don`t.) ... read more
There I was lying on my back, on the floor of a cheap adult bookstore. All I was wearing were 5" heels, black thighhighs, and a nipple chain. In one hand, I was jerking my throbbing shaved shaft while I was using my other hand to fuck my ass with a double headed dong. Cum was glistening on my f... read more
At Mistress Rachel and Master Tony's house Denise was pushed into the role of maid along side her mother, Susanna. Susanna had been reshaped exactly as Mistress Rachel wanted it. She was now a devoted little nymphomaniac slave who loved her mistress and master and who would do anything for them. Lik... read more
At the academy little had changed. As Denise was being led through the hallways, bound and gagged with a leash attached to her chastity device, she saw new sissies in training hurrying to class, eager to please the mistresses and to avoid punishment. The new sissies tried not to stare at Denise, but... read more
Friday Night After work I picked up the pictures and went home to get ready. I got the call from Wanda this afternoon at work. She first apologized for kicking me out of her house last Saturday night, Halloween, without letting me clean the cum off my face. Knowing that I would have had to walk h... read more
Chapter 3: Sunday Next morning, I woke up early. I spent some minutes in bed remembering the last day. Even this morning I could not really believe what happened to me. A wedding dress had started to change my life – and it was not yet done. Possibly the most important things were still wai... read more
"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies." He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyo... read more
Saturday morning, I awoke wearing the same panties and baby doll nightie I wore to bed. If I hadn't, I might not have believed what had happened Friday night. It felt pretty good to walk around like that, so I went to the kitchen, and made some coffee. As it percolated, and as I drank it, I couldn't... read more
By this time, Hailey had taken the bus home and was punching in the code to her apartment building when her phone rang. Removing it from her purse, she answered it. Her friend Samantha was asking if she could go to the mall tomorrow. Hailey said sure but told her that she had to be back before 6 o'c... read more
"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?" It was spring of 1970 and I had just turned eighteen a week earlier. My last year at Reidel High, located in a small northwestern town Nowhere USA with a Population of 2,700 and far away from the anywhere e... read more
Today was the first real day of autumn weather. I couldn’t hold still. After being cooped up all summer with the heat . . . ugh, I tell you, you folks who don’t live in the South have no idea how oppressive the heat gets. You can’t go outside, can’t play, can’t drive ar... read more
I am a very adventurous, open minded married guy. I am 6'2", 150lbs and I have a 5" cock. My wife (Mary) is great but she is very straight laced and doesn't like to have sex but twice a year so I decided to look elsewhere to fulfill a few fantasies. I am sure my size and stamina have a lot... read more
On a beautiful, cold Saturday morning in Connecticut, I woke up tired and in a bad mood. I cleaned my room, fed the dog, and decided to take him for a walk to go to the store to get some smokes. As I walked, I was thinking to myself "Fuck. No Valentine's Date for me this year." I could ... read more
Army Bear left that morning leaving me horny as hell. I couldn't go back to bed without playing with myself for a while. I opened my Pandora box and I took out my 9 inches, big dildo. I played with it for a few long minutes, burying it all deep in me thinking of him. Doing a few hits of poppers, I f... read more
This is the latest installment of a story about cross dressing and the changes in a relationship between a young man and woman at college. Bits are autobiographical, but not as much of it as I would like! If this is illegal where you live, don't read it. If this sort of thing offends you, don't ... read more
I recently lost my job due to a scandle within the company. I've been looking for a job for a month, but noone wants to hire me because of the scandle. My wife has been paying what bills she can but she doesn't make enough money. I usually stay at home and do all the housework while I don't have a j... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
