This is a true story, looking back it is hard to believe it actually happened, but it did. I was working for the government in DC and living in Maryland and my fiancé was up near Cape Cod. Just about every weekend she’d fly down or I’d fly up to spend the weekend together. We&r... read more
I had connected with Master X on a BDSM Fetish contact site. He was the owner of a fetish store and he said that he had been on the BDSM for several years. He had carefully studied my own profile and had seen that I had an immense interest in being used like a slut, being covered head to toe in... read more
The days and weeks seemed to fly by. My new position at Barnes and Bidwell was a dream come true. It provided me with a cute income to cover my personal expenses (Melissa took care of most everything), exactly fit my bubbly, flirtatious personality, and offered me unlimited opportunity to meet - and... read more
The smell of rubber and latex and the combination of the strobe lighting was overpowering, the techno sound of the club just added to the already intoxicated atmosphere of the place. The club was a frenzy of half naked, latexed, rubberised bodies covered in sweat dancing to the frenzied sound of tec... read more
I stopped going to the gym about six months ago, when money got tight and I had to find ways to reduce my expenses. I usually don't get to the gym much in the spring or summer months anyway, so it was an easy expense to cut. I hate going into the office all sweaty, so I avoid working out in the morn... 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
After an exhausting evening Bella was made to wait at the door and humbly kiss the guests as they left; some of the males groping her pretty arse as they departed. She was glad of the alcohol she had been treated to as this masked from her the ugliness of some of the brutes she had been forced to en... 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
Everyday I wake up in a state , halfway between a happy sissy and a closeted white boy. My mind is constantly trapped in that state. Suffering in silence, the people in my life seem to be oblivious to it, I have it well hid. 48 years of fist fights and weed, long hair and leather coats, Oilfield job... read more
Luxure frénétique d’une pa-mie sex-agénaire; entre rêve et réalité Je n’avais jamais fantasmé de mec viril, même après avoir offert ma virginité; mais à une fabuleuse sissy. Avant mon Ѐre, mes préférences de fantasmes étaient toujours avec des lui-femme glabres, idem concernant mes relations d’aprè... read more
Frenzied lust of a sex-agenarian nana-pops; between dream and reality I had never fantasized of a manly man, even after offering my virginity; to a fabulous sissy. Before my new Era, my fantasy preferences were always with glabrous he-she’s, same about my relationships after… BUT BUT BUT… My last t... read more
By any measuring stick Greg Martin was a wimp, and a very submissive wimp at that. His wife of 14 years, Jaclyn, had discovered this even before the two of them were married. Actually, Jaclyn wouldn't have taken a second look at Greg, as most women didn't, had it not been for his submissive nature. ... 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
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
ich war nun schon einige Zeit heimlicher Crossdresser. Nie wurde ich von meiner Freundin erwischt, auch wenn es manchmal wirklich knapp war! Ich hatte ein sicheres Versteck für meine schönen Sachen und meine Sextoys und konnte hin und wieder meine geheime Neigung ausleben wenn sie nicht da war.Trotz... 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
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
Hi All, This is my first ever real attempt at writting a story to post. It is ALL fiction, and most of it is just made up and what I think it would be like but never experianced. I was inspired to write this after looking at some pics from a friend. I have an overactive imagination which is proba... read more
Chapter 1 - The Morning After The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirro... read more
Coming Out Telling our wives wasn't easy especially for me who had seduced Shirley's gorgeous hetero husband by dressing up in my wife Doreen's lingerie and make-up and offering him full homo sex as a limp wristed effeminate lady-man. It was my first experience as a queer and when Frank asked me ... read more
