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The Terrace View Apartments Part 7
My new life had settled into a wonderful routine. I would wake very early in the morning, usually still wrapped securely in Mistress Kendra’s arms. I would spend an hour or so working on my figure maintenance exercises, enjoy a cleansing enema, a refreshing bath and body shave, then I would la... Read full Story
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Just One of Those Days
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Amanda, though I sometimes use the shortened version Mandy. I am thirty-three but my sexual awakening didn't really occur until I had turned thirty. Previously I had been a generally shy and quiet girl with a steady and normal relationship. ... 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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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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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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Angel Chapter 9
Angel Jones had been working as a teller at the big London bank for over a year, and her duties had become almost routine to her. It didn't seem like a rut, because she enjoyed her work, and it paid well enough to meet her needs. She enjoyed a good relationship with her fellow tellers, mostly attrac... Read full Story
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Being Twins
I knew something wasn't quite right but I couldn't be sure. My life for the past 10 years with my wife Jane was great. My name is Richard. Jane was 5'8", 120 pounds, lean trim body, 38D breasts, beautiful blonde hair and stunning features. I was 5'9", 148 pounds, and little chest or body h... Read full Story
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Anastasia's Life
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... Read full Story
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Angel Chapter 5
On Monday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling and with a feeling of well-being. She was still feeling the effects of the great sex that she enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning, and the plaudits of the people at the Friday dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. She ... Read full Story
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Angel Chapter 10
The sex on Friday night and Saturday with Bob Marley Cliff was the best Angel had experienced up until that date, but it was only one of many fabulous carnal adventures in her life. Because of her beauty, her sexual prowess and her reputation as a woman who was free and open with her charms, she had... Read full Story
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A Win-Win
A Win-Win By Sabrina G. Langton *** Author's Note: Hi, just a quick, crazy story about a wife actively participating in her CrossDresser husbands sex life. Just a bit of fluff, hope YOU like it.) *** We were laying in bed, sex was done, my wife could now relax for the rest of the month ... Read full Story
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Vegas Baby: Swinging for the Fences
"Hello," Miss K said as she answered the phone. "Where are ya? You're gonna be here in 5? Alright. You got the address for IHOP, right? OK, See ya in a bit. Bye." "So is this girlfriend of yours on her way?" Jennifer chimed in. "I mean if she doesn't exist, this... 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