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Baby Face Jack's Biggest Fight
The referee held his gloved hand high in the air. The crowd was hushed as the ring announcer spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this World Featherweight Championship Boxing Match to unify the title, by technical knockout, and still undefeated; Baby-face Jack Mc Coy." The crowd scr... Read full Story
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AUTOBIOGRAPHIE D'UNE ESCLAVE SISSY ⚧️ ⚧️
Avec un soupir, je me suis effondré dans mon canapé et j'ai ouvert une bière. J'ai fermé les yeux et j'ai écouté, le silence et le bourdonnement lointain d'une autoroute étaient la seule chose que j'ai entendue. J'ai ouvert les yeux et j'ai regardé autour de moi et je n'ai vu personne. Il a commencé... Read full Story
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A Series of Perverse Dreams, Part 1
My relationship with Hannah had always been mutual in the idea that neither one of us was ever truly the dominant one. It was an equal, balanced relationship of mutual fucking and sucking. However, I had REALLY enjoyed being made into a submissive sissy slut by Nikki. Something changed in me after o... 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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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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I Give Up
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 full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... 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