I wouldn’t say I had a fetish. Isn’t wanting to look fabulous perfectly normal? I hate to say, but when you are the wrong side of middle age you readily grab any potential advantage with both hands. Particularly when you were born a male and your feminine side finally, finally, wins the identity battle. And that’s despite the cruelty of the rolling years removing the last illusions of youthly glow. I never used to believe...

“There they go,“ I muttered to no one in particular, “baggy fucking t-shirts, formless trackies and bloody horrible dirty trainers. It’s disgusting.” I could almost cry. The school run and its procession of drab figures slouch pass my ground floor window twice a day, each time it's like a stab to the heart. The little ones are running and laughing, playing tag, shouting to unseen friends or generally enthralled at another...

Oh god, they are going to hear me! Still panting in panic.The sounds of rapidly stripped clothing, coupled with excited giggling help to mask my rasping breath.Shifting slightly, I try contorting myself to get a better view of my twin sister's room. The moans of ecstatic pleasure penetrating my hiding place are threatening to unleash my own badly restrained lust.I can’t believe I was nearly caught again. But her underwear...

It's a beautiful, foggy English night. Panting, my lungs aching from the cold, I reach the bus stop at a dead run skidding to a halt on the loose crumbling tarmac. The salty taste of Steve's cum still fresh on my tongue and my anger unabashed. Catching a breath, I realise just how much I love nights like these. The ubiquitous street lights struggle to penetrate the gloom of their individual kingdoms, the trees and shrubs...

The job was running late.One of the joys associated with working for a Printers. Customers always ask for the impossible or insist you sacrifice your precious family time when they forget a meeting.Tonight was one of those nights.I just happened to finish my last bag at the wrong time. My boss lept at the unexpected opportunity to offload a big problem. It's a Friday, with typical tight deadlines and my colleague had been...

Can you see? My heart pounding, lust racing, my life depending on you watching. Seeing. Wanting. I had taken my time; shaving every inch of my form, lingering over my legs, my thighs, finally culminating with wanton sensuality at my sex. Slow, slowly, each stroke of the razor speaking volumes, making exquisite promises. To make you hunger, your passion smoulder. I see you! The stragetically placed mirror has given you awa...

This is the continuation of Tickets Please!     Shakily, I keyed in the URL from Trixie's card, my mind in turmoil, heart racing as her sweet gift seeped from my aching pussy and soaked into the lacy panties I was wearing.   I was wedged behind one of the 'tables' thoughtfully supplied for the busy passenger. You know the ones, if you move a fraction either way you end up concussing your neighbour, or at the very least, b...

To be accepted you must learn to accept the unthinkable... I awoke surrounded by softness and the heavenly scent of clean, fresh bedding. I stretched without opening my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling as the soft fabrics seemed to caress my very soul. I clasped my hands above my head and let out a loud groan of pleasure. But something was different. Wrong. I tentatively stroked the back of one hand, it felt so soft! My f...

Standing by the window, I watched as the countryside flashed by. My train had been delayed due to a dodgy signal just outside the station, but judging by the speed the driver was maintaining there shouldn't be much of a delay, thank goodness. Even though I hated my job and boss I needed the money desperately.     With a sigh, I turned away from the dreary grey outside and tried to make myself comfortable on the little fol...