Cassandra is a tease, a flirt, a slut, a girl who lives very much for the moment. Unconcerned with propriety or fashion trends, she dresses in clothes that go right for the jugular of a fetishist's libido. Spandex, leather, latex, spike heels, corsets, overdone hair, make-up and fingernails - these ... read more
Mark ran a website design business from home. His wife Janine was a fairly successful horticulturist specializing in several exotic flower species and selling them to high class florist shops and also did consulting for a successful interior decorating firm. Mark was nothing special to look at, t... read more
Part 8 -- Complete Surrender Chapter 21 Leaving Behind Joe's Life Mistress Sarah was very pleased with Josie's training and feminization. She was anxious to have complete reign over him so she sent him home a day early to pack up his things and prepare to leave behind his life in the Philadelp... read more
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 more
I met her during the summer. I was only nineteen and working to save some money for college. I had been raised by my grandparents who had both passed away over the past year. After the burial costs I was far from wealthy. My parents weren't around so I was on my own at a young age. I had moved a cou... read more
The most common argument that Anti-Ladyboy people often say, (and they are usually from the Extreme Religious Right such as Orthodox Christianity, Roman Catholic, Islam . . . ) is that Ladyboys are ' trying to fool ' everyone that ' they are a woman ' . . . - Here is a FACT : Ladyboys I hav... read more
My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
I’m so emotional today. I haven’t been able to spend quality time with my bf in weeks. Let me explain. Me and my girlfriend both work from home now so I haven’t been able to get away for long to see my side nigga. Today was supposed to be the day we actually got to spend the day together. My girlfri... read more
I discovered I like to be penetrate in April of 2016 (according to my buying history, first anal massager), that was I read an article about sex toys review from a male perspective where pocket pussy, prostate massager and butt plug are reviewed together. I decided I also give anal a try, after that... read more
My wife, Denise, and I have been happily married for over 10 years. Over the years, we have enjoyed a vibrant and adventurous sex life. As we've grown in our marriage, we have become very open and honest about our sexual fantasies and desires. Through the years, we have come to realize that my w... read more
Shemales--those transsexuals who have completed the feminization process except for undergoing sex-reassignment surgery itself, having opted to retain their male genitals--disturb some folks. Are shemales to be understood as being women with penises and testicles, as such vulgar phrases as "chi... read more
The writer of shemale erotic fiction is doubly blessed-and doubly cursed-because he or she has to describe the best of both worlds: both female faces, breasts, legs, buttocks, and anus and penis, testicles, and scrotum. Although, overall, his or her protagonist must be not only feminine but, usu... read more
It all started as just a game. i logged into a forced feminization chat room and portrayed myself as a slave being punished by my Mistress. Saying She had instructed me to enter this room for 5 minutes and obey any command given to me. It seemed harmless and exciting. How stupid could i have been. I... read more
Some years ago when I was in sixth grade I had two friends, they were older than me and they played football, so they were more developed than me. I was invited to my friend's house to sleep over with my other friend. That night they played very rough in my friends room, very strong contact games... read more
Still sitting beside Vivian, his mother put the catalogue down and shuffled closer so he could feel the warmth of her thigh against him. She took hold of his right hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it. “Can you do it left-handed?” she said, squeezing his fingers affectionately. ... read more
RULES OF THE GAME Where Vivian's mother lays out exactly what she expects from her son if he wants to keep her onside and help him to achieve his dream. Vivian went into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was whistling, there was a spring in his step. "You've been ag... read more
I was taking a walk to stay--all right; I'll admit it--to get in shape, when I saw the "Going Out of Business" sign in the second-hand furniture store a block north of my condo. I wasn't in the market for anything, new or used, but I can't resist a bargain, and what was better for finding ... read more
"Hey sis! Remember me?" Tisha Roberts stood at the door in complete shock looking at the person in front of her, the latest KaySlay CD whispering its aural presence in the background. She scanned the person in front of her, trying to figure out what was going on. The woman in front of h... read more
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 more
Chapter 7 I am guessing it was just over an hour until I heard the door open. It was her again, Miss Sindy Satin my auntie. This time she was wearing just an under bust white satin corset, long boots in satin exactly like mine but in white and her long, white bridal satin gloves and a the ribbon ... read more
