I waited outside the shop for it to open. It was quite chilly and my legs where frozen even though I wore an expensive pair of sheer stockings. The dress wasn't much warmer and I wished I had a full-length coat. Trish, the owner was the first to arrive. 'Hello darling, nice Christmas?' She kne... 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
So this was my second time with Destiny, a really cool Latina CD/Sissy who had just turned 22. You might want to read my first goaround with her title, “Deflowering Latina Sissy Destiny” as it will give background and context here. After our first encounter, she signaled that she was definitely... read more
I've had a Pantyhose Fetish for over 30 years now, and love wearing them on a daily basis. But back in the summer of 1995, I suffered a heat stroke, and almost died, when I recovered, I vowed I would stop fantasizing, and live out these dreams and fantasies. I had been masturbating while dress... read more
"Flip over..." Those two words come as a surprise, filling my mind with expectations. I find it interesting that Brian wants to switch from doggie style to a more traditional sex position, a romantic one at that. Hopefully, he won't be turned off if he sees my cock while we're having sex. I hope... read more
When I returned, Kelly, Michelle and Wendy were simultaneously changing into their costumes. Wendy helped me out of my dress and wig. I lay down on the bed to watch their preparations. Michelle had beautiful, olive-colored skin, which perfectly matched the light brown hair between her legs and o... read more
Boarding school fucking sucks. I'm 16 and the Captain of the Rugby team, build like a real man. Short cropped Blonde Hair and Blue eyes. Could get any woman I wanted.Locked away at an all boys school constantly. My parents live a long way out of the city so its not really practical to even go home o... read more
New York City wasn't a bad palce to be back then. I was a student working at an office job and doing what I enjoyed. That was being a musician. Lots of weekend and night gigs at cocktail parties, lounges and so on. There were a few pianists I worked for as standing time-keeper ( bass play... read more
There is a shy knock on your door. You open it, wondering who it can be. A stranger hands you the end of a dog chain, you can see that it leads to a red strap round his neck. "I'm Jennifer, Sir" he whispers, softly & huskily. It becomes clear now - you remember the conversation on the... read more
Monday was the most vile, loathsome day of my life – for no earthly reason other than having to be me. The first thing I had to come to grips with was who 'me' was that particular morning. 'Lance' had to put in an appearance at the office. Back to the old routine, go out there and make the big... read more
As soon as Dr. Griffin returned to the examination room, I knew that the news wasn’t good. I could tell by the way he avoided my eyes as he studied his clipboard and fidgeted with his pen that something was wrong, terribly wrong with me. The ache in my groin that I had been ignori... read more
Meeting my other teacher By FoxyHosed Next morning as I woke up, I jumped in my clothes and got myself a coffee, and went to school. I got in 15 minutes early because I didn't want to run into Karen. As I entered the door to the school, I saw some of my classmates. I thought the coast was clea... read more
The Bus Station By FoxyHosed I looked around, but no one was there. It was dark and pretty cold night outside. I felt the air blowing around and up my pantyhose encased legs and ass. Mmmm nice. I started walking to the bus stop a few blocks further down from the school. I felt very attractive g... read more
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm h... read more
“Your first mistake was stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. Your second mistake was thinking you could get away with it.” As I stood trembling before his desk, Mr. Atwater regarded me as if I were a bug on the windshield of his Lexus. “Do you have anything to say for... 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
The following story is the first of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. It is thematically similar others that I have submitted but has a larger narrative arc. I hope you enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone h... 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
A Religious Experience by Sabrina G. Langton *Stories from the real world 2 This story is kinda autobiographical. I was twenty-two in 1987. You couldn't just order anything you wanted on the computer, with no social interaction, and get whatever you wanted. You had to go out in the real w... read more
Well, I know it will be difficult to take this story seriously or as true happenings, it will seem far fetched and made up. I know, I know. It is however the story of my sexual awakening. The story of how I grew up to be what I am. I do not pretend to find psychological explanations or even less bio... read more