My name is Mike, as a "Gurl" I go by Fiona. I am a gay man, mid thrities, white, 5' 9' 165, reasonably handsome, both in and out of women's clothes. One of the ways I express my sexuality is to dress as a woman and get fucked by other men. Preferably in a humiliati... read more
Kristy a travaillé pour Le Matriarcat. Cela semblait plus officiel que ça ne l'était vraiment. Comme si c'était un "Nouvel Ordre Mondial". C'était en fait un club dirigé par des femmes spécialisées dans certains services que les hommes paient grassement. Cela pourrait être appelé prostitution selon ... read more
Bella quickly gulped down her vodka and cherry, her bottom tingling with anticipation as her new mature friend gave her a commanding look; she had so enjoyed being submissive for her at the end of a leash, and now she knew she would be bound tightly on a soft inviting bed, and made completely helple... read more
I had been enjoying regular meetings with my older lover, Mr Webster, for some time and the routine typically consisted of meeting up and heading off in his car for sex at some secluded spot in the countryside. He liked me to dress as femininely as possible, in pretty dresses, skirts and heels and a... read more
I had always thought of myself as female in spite of the fact that I was born with male genitlia. Even in my earliest memories where I had witness sex, I identified with the female in the relationship. As a small young child, I had always longed for womanhood each time I heard a woman sing or especi... read more
As they sat sipping drinks and discussing what shots would be done indoors or out; Bella’s little cock bulged in her sari as the mature redhead licked her lips as she discussed the ways in which Bella should be trussed, collared and leashed, amongst other things. Sandy stood up suddenly and ra... read more
Bella tried not to look too downhearted as Sandy dropped the pretty sissy back at her Aunt Jane’s. She told her to keep her chin up, keep the phone well hidden and use it to call her whenever she liked, regardless of what time it was. Her aunt smiled wickedly at the now primly dressed sissy as... read more
I’d just moved into the big city. Me on my own in a cheap apartment block. The flat was nothing special by any means, and the room next to mine seemed to be noisy with parties. But I was glad to be on my own. I had almost finished unpacking my belongings when I came across my stash of female clothi... read more
I confess I am a nymphomaniac shemale slut who loves being the object of a man’s desires. That's why I was out here with these hookers trying to hook up with somebody to have sex. I'm either having sex or I'm thinking about having sex most of the time I like being a honey. I love having sex with men... read more
-The Guys 4 ghetto guys was inside a porn site looking at random sissy babe pictures when they accidently found a picture of someone they know. Like every album they clicked it that specific one with a tranny dressed so girly with mouth open. The guys had such a stone hard erection by watching al... read more
I hope you enjoy this second installment of 'A Sissy's New Daddy'. I worked hard on it and hope that it brings all of you the same pleasure reading it that it has brought me writing it. There are some extreme moments in this chapter but also some very tender ones. There was a line in the first piece... read more
As usual, Mr. Clark was sitting in his recliner when I went into his house. "Good morning daddy," I beamed kneeling before him. "Morning," he grumbled but smiled and said, "more like afternoon." But you do look sweet." "Thank you daddy," I rep... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
Rob had moved back to town and called me. He had just moved into his new place and he wanted me to come by and talk. I knew what he really wanted from the tone of his voice, because I wanted it too. He said he had been thinking and dreamed about me the whole time he was away. My spirits lifted and ... read more
Tonight was young and I was already hot and bothered, my ass-pussy was on fire, and I could hardly wait for Bob and John to come over. I had invited them over to fulfill those erotic dreams I am constantly having about the two of them using me like a tool, and I wanted that so bad. I fantasized abou... read more
(Some prior notes about me, this story and my writings: If MALE bisexuality, crossdressing or interracial sex bother you, don't even bother reading this further, much less commenting. Many have had secret fantasies about what it would be like to be the opposite sex, during sex. Some of my influences... read more
The girls sat cross legged sipping orange juice as the day warmed up around them. Roberts’ house had extensive lush lawns beyond the pool which shimmered in the hot sun; the pool looked very inviting to Bella and Roberts looked at the pretty sissy, his mouth watering as his cock pulsed. &ld... read more
Ella took the chain from their collars when they reported to her, together for the first time, in the morning. Pepper’s eyes were exceptionally bright this morning, and slave looked full of vigour and ready to carry out any command that befell him without the slightest hesitation. Pepper gripp... read more
Jeff Malville awoke slowly, moaning softly. He almost forgot where he was in that moment where sleep and being awake clashed. However, after that split second, it all came rushing back and he moaned in delight. He was a captive on the Double D Ranch, and even though he was considered an employee... read more
The Party Just before we reached the entrance, which was manned by a doorman, I said, "Now remember, Stacy, you just do what I tell you, and everything will be fine." "Ok... okay." His nervousness was showing, but that was to be expected. He had no idea what was going to me... read more
