Growing up, I suppose I was... average. Average looks, average height, average at sports, and an average sex life for a pubescent teenager. I lost my virginity while in my 4th year at secondary school, to a girl in the same year. I had discovered masturbation, which inexplicably led me to have erotic urges to wank while wearing my big sister's dresses and soiled panties, retrieved from the family laundry basket. I didn’t...

And so, it was decided. I was to go on a search and rescue mission to find Fiona's son Ritchie, and bring him home to Mummy. Ritchie was all of 36 years old. He became a father whilst still in his teens. Married and divorced the mother before he was 22. More recently, he'd been living with his pregnant fiancée for the last couple of years. His choice of partner always struck me as strange, in that every one of the ones th...

It's been a few months since the last chapter of my "Last Rodeo" stories, mainly due to the erectile dysfunction that has regretfully befallen me. I really thought that my hedonistic days were over. After all, I was at the wrong end of my sixties, and the foursome with my wife Linda, her friend Judy, and our mutual well-endowed chum, Bob, was going to be a hard act to follow. Oh, how wrong was I! Difficult to know where t...

Linda received a text from Judy the following morning apologizing for Billy's behaviour. She also said in her text that she would love to get together with us, and Saturday night would be good for her. "She's keen." Linda laughed. "You doing anything Saturday?" "What! No!" And if I was, I would have cancelled it... Only two more sleeps! The following evening, Linda and I planned for our night with the newest member of Mic...

The landline phone by my bed had been ringing for quite a while before I realised it was not in my dream. "Hello!" "Hi!" It was my wife. "Were you asleep?" "What! Well yeh!" I was still groggy. "What time is it?" "It's almost nine." "NINE!" I couldn't believe my wife had rung me at this ungodly hour. "... in the morning?" "Well yes. Of course in the morning. I just got into the office. Have you seen the weather?" "No! I w...

As 'Michelle' outings go, It had been quite an evening. A milestone achievement in the life of a 'hanging on in there' cross-dresser. After fifty years of sporadic sessions, of pretending to be a female, and not since Michelle and Linda sauntered through the red-light district of Amsterdam, had I felt closer to my fem-side. It was just after nine-thirty when I drove into the Old Coach-House Inn car park. It would appear t...

One thing was for sure... there was no way on God's earth, that Bob's monster cock would slide inside my tight little man-pussy. But I could give him the best blow-job he's ever had, on that, I could be sure. In my time I've been on the receiving end of many, and feel well-qualified in the art. I blew Bob a kiss and prepared to leave the house. The car was in the driveway and I hoped there would be enough fuel for the sho...

It had been over a year since my last dressing. As I enter my mid-60s, the phrase "mutton dressed as lamb" has extinguished any urges that I've had to dress en-femme. My legs were always my best feature, and I loved to show them off with a mini-skirt or dress. Alas, not befitting for a woman of my age these days. My face when made up, was passable back in the day, but now there are a few more wrinkles to conceal. Any hoot...