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Santa & Mrs. Claus
In my story called "Santa Likes Fembois" here I explained that I discovered that last Christmas when Santa Claus visited my house then made me suck on his cock before fucking my boypussy. He also gave me an actual present: a winning lottery ticket. Well, with that multi-million dollar winning ticket... Read full Story
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First Date With Daddy
My Dream Date. It hasn't happened yet, but a girl can hope, this story is very short story based on my fantasy's. It was Sunday night and I had my first date lined up with daddy. We hadn't met, but we had spoken online at depth and exchanged numbers. I had sent him a couple of pic... Read full Story
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My transformation
is fiction It is strange where one’s desires can lead one. Take me as an example. Always entirely enamored of, infatuated with and completely submissive to all things feminine, a true devotee of Female Supremacy, my lifelong fantasy has always, since before I can remember, been to find a ... Read full Story
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Nicks Shemale Experience
Nick had discovered he had a thing for shemales 4 months ago after stumbling across some pictures on the Internet of a really hot ladyboy from a porn link site. This sort of thing had never turned nick on before but looking at pictures of the small-breasted brunette really made his dick hard. It did... Read full Story
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Sissies Training Part 2
I drifted in and out of consciousness over the next hour, periodically snapped back into reality when the dildo assaulting my mouth would pause deep in my throat and eject a fresh deposit of cum into my bowels. Looking up at the television display of my abuse I would normally have been turned on by ... Read full Story
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A Perfect Life
The reasons I am not writing this myself. I have finally convinced someone to do it for me. She promised to post it on the Internet, but only as fiction. I suppose it is a bit unbelievable. It all started with the best of intentions. I had married my love while we were still in college. She... Read full Story
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Seven Lessons Part 2
That night he had many erotic images flood into his dreams, lingerie, fetishwear and sex, lots of sex. Hardcore action of all persuasions had filled his sleeping thoughts with him in both the receiving and giving roles. And then there were the bells, the bells were tolling for him. Actually, as t... Read full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... Read full Story
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Fender Bender Chapter 8
My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I turned 18 a few months ago. The last two weeks of summer vacation was a wild time for me, I knew that things would settle down once school started. Gary, my best friend for years,... Read full Story
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Dormant Desires
As I drifted off to sleep, I recounted the events from the last several hours. I'd flown in to see Allegra earlier that day, desperately needing a vacation from work. She'd been gracious enough to let me stay with her while I unwound and relaxed a little. When the plane landed, I found myself at the... Read full Story
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Dress Up For The Girls Next Door
I’m just your ordinary guy, you know the type, women love me, I’m an electrician by trade and there isn’t a single or married woman out there who hasn’t asked me, “Can you really install my ceiling fan for me.” 6’, 200 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, I keep acti... Read full Story
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1st Transsexual Affair
Paul's cock was hard as a rock and with a penchant for sleeping in the nude, its fat length pressed against luxurious satin sheets. The dream of searching for a urinal or bathroom now became reality. He stretched, groaned and yawned his way off the comfortable bed and padded across the room. The mar... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... Read full Story