Like many married crossdressers, I do most of my dressing when either I am traveling for work, or when my wife is traveling with her job. She knows I dress, but isn't thrilled with the prospect since I work for a prominent business member of our small community. She's afraid that if my secret is ever "discovered" it will have consequences for both my job and my employer. I have tried and tried to stop; to resist the urge....

I slid off of the bed onto my knees and Henry stepped toward me. I slurped him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down for a few moments before directing him to the edge of the bed to sit next to Brendan. I removed Brendan's shorts from around his ankles and gave his soft cock a few slurps for good measure while I was between his legs. Then I got down to business. I sucked Henry first, enjoying his cock all over again...

For the next eight weeks, I sucked Henry's cock as our desires and schedules permitted. Sometimes I would just throw on some panties, a slip, and some makeup and gulp his tool. Other times I would get the dildo out and we'd have a 'complete' session. For practice, I always tried to stay 'in voice' regardless of how long a session lasted. A 'complete' session usually consisted of me getting dressed up all the way — skirt,...

It was the first day of college orientation, and I wandered around the dorms more than just a little confused looking for my room when I heard a familiar voice shout, "Hey, Martin!" It was Henry. It was because of Henry that I'd gotten into this school — a school well-known for its technology programs but better known for its football program. Well, Henry and Ms. Callahan; they had both written extremely persuasive letter...

I changed into my schoolgirl outfit in the boys' locker room at school. I had been doing this for years, so I knew there was nobody in the building. I knew I'd have plenty of free time to indulge myself — I had started slowly, just panties under my pants, since I had been a sophomore; but now I was a senior and really knew the school and its rhythms well. As I pulled my wig on and prepared to roam the halls, I looked forw...

"There's a small matter that requires your attention, Mr. Wilson," the airport screener said in heavily accented English. My stomach churned. These were never good words to hear while clearing customs. "It shouldn't take long to clear up. Right this way, please." He directed me to an unmarked door with a security keypad on the wall. My travel habits had changed considerably since 9-11. Knowing how closely all luggage was...

I rolled the silk stockings up my freshly shaved legs, luxuriating in the feel of the silk against my smooth skin. I had just finished a nice hot perfumed bath and was still coming down from the total relaxation the long steamy soak had given me. I attached the stockings to the garter belt I was wearing and proceeded to slip into the matching bra. The whole outfit matched, as a matter of fact--embroidered red lace bra, th...