I started like most "cross-dressers." I was sixteen and I developed an urge to wear my mother’s lingerie. I didn’t know why. I had never heard the term “cross-dresser.” But I did know I liked wearing her underwear. The more I wore her bras, panties, and s...
Kelsey couldn’t believe what she was doing. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from the scintillating situation unfolding before her. She knew that she was a sick pervert for watching him touch himself when he thought that everyone was...
Pyrmont, 18 July Hours passed. I ate and drank some of the water and bread, wrote a few letters and reread the testimony lying beside the bed. For me, the game between her husband and his lady was nothing more than a window to the past. My nights with Ann...
Pyrmont, 14 July That I would be a bone of contention for Milena was hard to digest. I slept restlessly and woke up early enough to spend hours pondering over my clothes. Given my mood, I decided on the costume of a convict, black and simple in cut. A con...
Pyrmont, July 12 Milena arrived at my estate late in the afternoon, a few days before the visit of her husband and his party. Alfred, my secretary, courteously welcomed her. After she moved into her accommodation, a small house on a secluded spot of the e...
For you. I’m sitting in my cell. Naked. Only wearing the leather collar, which gained extra significance after yesterday. The sun shining down through the skylight woke me early in the morning. I was still tired but couldn’t stay in bed. Too restless, too...
There was a soft tone as the seat belt light flicked off on the plane. Meghan unbuckled hers as she stretched, looking over at the other travelers getting off in Chicago. They slowly began to queue up to leave the plane, giving Meghan room to stand and gr...
He has me pinned to the bed, his hand at my throat. My skin is on fire where it touches his, and I want more. His weight presses heavily on top of mine, and my naked body sinks deeper into the mattress. Even if I can't move and he could break me in two, i...
Mikey’s visits to the house continued; and with them, the bouts of rough sex. In the back of my mind was his remark about bringing some friends around. It took me some time, but eventually, I explained to Mikey that being fucked by a group of men was a fa...
“‘To have and to hold’–that's what you said at the altar, right? “Well, this ex-boyfriend still has a hold on you, it seems. Seeing how I'm having you while holding down your quivering flesh in your newly carpeted living-room more firmly than your doting...
Ruth The pair of them were giggling like schoolgirls when they came through the front door. “What have you two been up to?” I asked with a smile. “Oh, nothing,” my daughter, Kate, said with a snigger. “It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” I replied, arch...
I have always enjoyed taking care of myself physically and mentally. Even with a tough college schedule, I would always find time for at least a jog. Being away at college was tough on me, but I could always count on two things. My housemates and my worko...
Miss Anderson had to admit that she was tense as she walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. Miss Anderson was thirty-eight, and a teacher at the local sixth form college for girls. She reckoned that she was a popular teacher and none of the gir...
Toy clicks "Submit" and catches her breath in her throat. The message is sent and now there is no turning back. Fortunately, she is often clever enough to be indirect and offer innuendo, most of the time, which can be otherwise explained plainly and provi...
As crazy as things may seem in Stacy's and my marriage, our life had settled into a fairly routine existence. Outside of Stacy's insatiable need for Ricky's sexual ability our life was like anyone else's. Then, Stacy got a text from Ricky around 10 am Sun...
