Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon. His real name was Mark, but he was one of the loveliest Drag Queens in New York City. I had been dressing secretly at home in my mother’s and sister’s clothes for just over three years, but at 18 years old, I had never... 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
I started dressing in my s****r's clothes when I was about 11, she would have been around 13 then. It was wonderful, just Mother, s****r and me at home so when I got a little older, I promoted myself to Mother's clothes. She was a real fashionista back in the 1950s to 1970s, always very elegant and ... read more
After my encounter with Kevin at his office I knew that I wanted more. I had my own place and had started to build up a nice collection of lingerie which I would often wear while wanking to my slowly built up collection of porn. This was before the age of internet so it was sometimes hard to get por... read more
My name is Bruce, I am one of those mobile mechanic chaps you call out when something goes wrong with your car. You get to meet a nice variety of people, some good some not so, with some very good looking ladies thrown in as well, which make it nice. A lot of the clientele are people you see a coupl... read more
There was no doubt that this was going to be my last baseball game in organized ball. I knew that after high school I would not get a chance to play anywhere else, save for the drunken beer league down the line. I was an average player who played for a small school. I played second base. We were los... read more
I like my neighbors and I am grateful for the way we look out for each other. Take Tony, the 60 year old, barrel-chested guy who lives alone in the house next to me. My garage faces Tony's house, and a couple of times last fall he came over to warn me that my garage door was left open. I thanked ... read more
It had been a few months since his wife left him. Well "ex-wife" as the divorce had been recently finalized. It was her choice; she walked out on *him*. She said she got tired of "Danielle", even though she was entirely responsible for Danielle's "birth" to begin with. ... read more
- 1 - The next day I woke to the sound of birds outside, and sun streaming through the windows. It was Sunday, and normally I'd have been up and about early with Sam. But with her still away, I'd slept in late. I lay in bed, unmoving, stunned by the previous day's bizarre events. I scarcely belie... read more
I met Dave about 2 years ago at a swingers party. I had just turned 18 and he was 43. I remember thinking that it was hot that he was exactly 25 years older than me. I was dressed in drag and he was into t-gurls and he was married and hung like a horse and I happened to be into partying naked with b... read more
His nipples had grown considerably over the last two months. Gina had been putting those little nipple suckers on him twice a day. Dave wouldn't be going to the gym anymore. Well, it had been a long time since he'd gone to the gym, anyway. Since Gina had had him shave his entire body, last spring... read more
It was a silent car ride home. He looked at her, she looked out the window. She looked at him, his eyes were on the road. Neither of them broke the silence. It stayed that way until he parked in her mom's driveway. The soft-spoken young man told his girlfriend, "Goodnight Ashley. I'll call y... read more
I am a worthless piggy slave to my Mistress Wumyma. My Mistress made me go shopping to buy a Wig, stockings, short Skirt, bra, blouse and make-up so when dressed i looked like a whore. Once i had completed this task i was made to dress up making sure i was as slutty as possible. I had bought m... read more
I'd never had a real experience before. Years of wearing panties and fantasizing, but nothing legitimate. I imagine it's the same story as many other panty lovers: started when I was about 13 by stealing some of my mom's things. Bras at first, then panties. Soon I began looking forward to being home... read more
Hi, my name is Tom Jacobson but you can call me Marcy. I am 23 years old man. I'm 5'9" with light brown hair and a slim build. This is my third story about what happened on my first business trip after my luggage was lost. It all started when my coworker Tina convinced me to wear one of her spa... read more
so I had been visiting Linda for about 8 weeks. Every oportunity I got. My mom was none the wiser. I'd invented a girlfriend that I was seeing. Linda had backed up this story by telling mom that she had seen me with her. little did she know I was visiting her best friend to dress up as a whore ev... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I ... read more
Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** It all really started on a Monday. One bright sunny Monday, early summer, an unusually warm day for June in England. And it really was stupid thing to do... read more
