- Trou de gloire du sex-shop - "Hey bébé, quand est-ce que tu rentres à la maison?" le message texte bourdonnait doucement. Sortant discrètement le téléphone de ma poche, je tape "Même heure que d'habitude, juste après 5 heures, pourquoi... quoi de neuf ?" C'est mon amante Sarah, ma meilleu... read more
"Hey bébé, quand est-ce que tu rentres à la maison?" le message texte bourdonnait doucement. Sortant discrètement le téléphone de ma poche, je tape "Même heure que d'habitude, juste après 5 heures, pourquoi... quoi de neuf ?" C'est mon amante Sarah, ma meilleure amie et une femme que je connai... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
Although I fucked Del that night, for the first time in our marriage I was thinking of someone else. I just couldn't erase the image of our sexy neighbor lying bound and helpless on our bed wearing the very same peignoir set that Del wore when I took her virginity on our wedding night. As I lie awak... read more
For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. Sh... read more
It all started when I was about 11. I was a very petite and short and had long straight brown hair with whispy bangs as a child. I was often mistaken for a girl. I have a sister who was 6 years older than me about my size she used to dress pretty sexy with the tight jeans and the skin tight sailor b... read more
Chapter One: The Life Giver BRANDON My twin sister is dead, but she’s not gone. Death is a tragedy in the remote village of Towerhead, but it’s not a rarity. Farming accidents, disease, famine, natural disasters, you name it, it kills people in Towerhead. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pul... read more
This is a totally true account of my addiction to meth and its hand in turning me into the he[pless sissy I've become to my weakness for BBC. My name as a regular male is Richie Budd. But by reading this you'll soon realize that nothing is normal. Not only was I Richard Budd. I spent an equal, if ... read more
Caught Before My Brother and Friends Could Use Me. By TVTrinity As a boy, I was fascinated by the petite little girl I saw in the mirror when crossdressed. When I got caught dressing by my uncle. I experienced the effect it had on men firsthand. He looked at me the way a man looks at a girl. I... read more
Morgan Ashley était une très jolie dame, pas une star de cinéma glamour, mais bien plus jolie que tout ce que son mari mauviette Robin attirerait normalement. À peine sortie de la douche, elle portait un peignoir en velours côtelé rouge et ses longs cheveux roux étaient enveloppés dans une serviette... read more
