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C'EST LA PATRONNE ⚧️ ⚧️
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... Read full Story
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Witch Chronicles
I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the war. After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely military report. I... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 11
"En Francais", they say "plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose:" the more things change, the more they stay the same. When Tran and I got back to Minneapolis from our trip to Thailand for our sex change operations, it was every bit as dark, frigid and depressing as it had been... Read full Story
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Additional Thoughts on Sodomy
Although, in the world (or worlds?) of pornography and erotica, it is politically incorrect, perhaps, to suggest that the body, whether male or female, is not built for anal intercourse, the fact is that anyone who has participated in this act (especially on the receiving end) or who has enjoyed wat... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 7
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... 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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Liberty meeting, chapter1
On a beautiful summer day, my phone rings. It's Steve, the boss of a transvestite company who calls me. - Hello Sandra, I have four new friends waiting for you at the club. - Thanks for thinking of me, I'll be right there, I said, hanging up. I am happy with his call because I always meet ... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 14
For me, my hometown, L.A., is not the sexy, sweaty night clubs of West Hollywood nor the porn scene of the North Valley. Though I feel more at home there, that side of L.A. is not my home but rather the world into which my transsexual destiny exiled me. Home is the leafy, moneyed boulevards and s... Read full Story
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Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole
Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole By Sabrina G. Langton *** Author's Note: Hi, just a quick little story to make us all wet and squishy. Three mature crosssdressers have a little more excitement than they are used to after lunch. I hope YOU like it... *** The Boynton Tavern So w... Read full Story
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Lady Regina
I know that many say that I I’m a coward because I am comfortable living in the closet as a part time female and not expressing my special female side completely. My friends all tell me to go out and have fun and not worry about what people say or think. In spite of that, and because of the prudish... Read full Story
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Dame et jardinier
Piotr se tenait sur les escaliers de la villa de Klonowa Street, située dans le quartier à la mode et riche de sa ville. Il était environ midi par un chaud samedi de juin. C'était son dernier arrêt ce jour-là. Il avait déjà collecté l'argent des autres clients avec lesquels il traitait des jardins, ... Read full Story
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Kidnapped (Adult Fiction)
Kidnapped I remember being normal. I was a young man in my 20's living in my parent's house struggling to get by. I was online more than I probably should have, but it was an escape from the harsh reality of my life. I didn't feel fulfilled or like a success, I felt like a failure on many differe... Read full Story