I'm a shemale. I'm also an exhibitionist. And a news hound. These interests, as I've learned, don't always go together--or maybe they do. Let me explain. Since becoming a woman in every detail but my genitals (which remain, as they always shall, defiantly masculine), I've delighted in "accid... read more
Jason was apprehensive about starting college, as any freshman would be. His high school girlfriend, Becky, whom he loved dearly, was going to a different college on the opposite side of the country. They had to promised to stay together but Jason was worried; there would be a lot of temptation for ... read more
In The Erotic Eye and the Erotic Senses, Stefan Beyst observes that various gestures and poses have been designed to display parts of the body that would remain otherwise unseen. Erotic art is a striptease, he points out, in which, sometimes, nudity is revealed to oneself, as in a mirror. Whereas, a... read more
Following my experience with Gloria I hooked up with some other shemales. The experiences were good, but nothing worth writing about...that is until I met Andrea. While on one of my typical business trips I visited a local drag club a few towns over. It was a very clean place and since it was a Frid... read more
I’m a happily married man. My wife Tess and I have been together since we were teenagers. We were each other’s first real lovers and being in our mid-thirties by now, we still madly in love with each other. Tess and I always are very honest and open to each other. Both in normal life and sexual... read more
Today would have to wait, thought Marla Holton as she hurriedly gathered her bag and notebook in preparation for a no-holds-barred departure from her office at Prism Design. As general manager she had the privilege of arriving and leaving at will, though no one could ever fault her for not putting i... read more
zNote: This story evolves around a "shemale" so there is some bi-sexuality in the telling of this tale. If that's not your cup of tea, then please, don't bother reading it. Thank you. Amsterdam My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I ... read more
'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 more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... read more
I stepped off the bus and walked the short distance to the 'Costumes and More!' shop. I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this, but if I was ever going to buy a car, I needed to get the money. You've probably seen them, this particular costume shop always has someone in costume out in front holdin... read more
Bella quickly gulped down her vodka and cherry, her bottom tingling with anticipation as her new mature friend gave her a commanding look; she had so enjoyed being submissive for her at the end of a leash, and now she knew she would be bound tightly on a soft inviting bed, and made completely helple... read more
As they sat sipping drinks and discussing what shots would be done indoors or out; Bella’s little cock bulged in her sari as the mature redhead licked her lips as she discussed the ways in which Bella should be trussed, collared and leashed, amongst other things. Sandy stood up suddenly and ra... read more
Chapter 02: First days in Brazil The tub was so large that it could have been a small swimming pool. Joan plunged into the water and started to lick Barbara's pussy underwater. When he rubbed the tip of his nose against Barbara's clit, she mightily climaxed several times in a row! Sometimes, inst... read more
I have to know what it feels like to wear heels. I have the house to myself tonight and I'm going to play. I already have panties but want to buy some new ones. My wife bought me a black, frilly thong which I wore for her when we went out one night; I also have a cheap, supermarket pair of sheer ... read more
Some find it confusing of who i am or what i am, including me. i found some kind of definition: femboy A young boy who presents extensive feminine mannerisms and actions often blurring the line between a boy and a girl. Can be confused with a cross dresser, but it usually refers to boys at v... read more
This is a fantasy but with a lot of inspiration from real life experience. More chapters to follow. Chapter 1 So now I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what it was that caused this familiar smell in my house - and where it came from. When I got back home my laptop was lying open on the kitc... read more
Chapter 1 "What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked. "An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting. "Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply. I forgot all about the exchange and nothing else was said about my birthday. The day arrive... read more
Birthday Present or (I've Looked at Love from Both Sides Now) Chapter 1 "What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked. "An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting. "Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply. I forgot all abo... read more
The Slayer looked at the witch's ass. It was beautiful, she thought. Round and smooth and creamy white, each buttock seemed a half moon. Willow's impaled anus showed within the deep cleavage between the silken globes, its rim riding the stiff cylinder of Buffy's cock as she plunged it into the witch... read more
